#I should've known better at the time too to be clear I was just blinded by excitement

[maeamian]

When I was a young excited physics student I went down to my advisor and asked for a job in a lab. Those of you who are in the sciences may recognize this as exceedingly common, most schools with science departments will hire undergrads for their labs both to give the undergrads experience and to have someone comparatively cheap to do the least skilled labor in those labs.

For me, the lab I was sent to was one doing cool photonics projects and I was assigned to a guy who was doing the theoretical modeling for them and I got put on a side project for them to develop a method to double check their results using Monte Carlo simulations.

Put bluntly, I toiled away in the little cubicle they had me in for about half a year before I transferred to a different school without ever having produced anything of any particular value other than a Monte Carlo simulation whose temperature readings were not taking into account the existence of a heat sink and therefore got overwhelmed by thermal photons in a completely inaccurate and unhelpful way.

Ultimately, many tasks, farmed out like this in a speculative way to undergrads, fail, certainly it's not exceptional that mine did and I learned a lot about the process in the process, so it wasn't wasted time for me, but it produced absolutely nothing the lab could use to further its results.

This is where it turns from a little anecdote about my work history into a morality tale, because what I have thus far deliberately failed to tell you is that the lab I was assigned to is a provider of radar services to the US Military. Had I produced anything of any value whatsoever the work I did would have been used by the US military to help with its capacity to deliver bombs. This is, unfortunately, as those of you who are in the sciences may recognize, also exceedingly common. Luckily, and through no foresight or moral thinking of my own, simply the inexperience of youth, I produced nothing of value but view the path they tried to set me down as a grim warning of what might have been.

I'm not asking for forgiveness, the harm I might have done was not done by me, although I'm also sure was done without my help. They didn't need it to be me they just needed someone with basic calculus knowledge who wouldn't think too hard about the connection between the work and the world, and they were happy enough that particular warm body was me.

So this is my plea, if you're young and getting involved in the sciences because you're passionate about knowledge and understanding our place in the universe. When you go to get that job in that lab that's such a good stepping stone to the next thing you want to do, take a second and look into where that lab's funding is coming from. If it turns out it's the military, maybe then take another second and really deeply consider what kind of thing your work can be used to do and if you would like some of the most bloodthirsty people on the planet to be able to do that thing because of your help.

I got lucky that I didn't help, but I'm hoping that with this warning you might be able to not help on purpose which is a greater moral good than what I managed.

[yorutsuki]

「 ✦ Isekaied Reversed Pt. 3 ✦ 」

↳ Deciding it's better early than later, you inform Xiao about the reality of Teyvat and sooner or later doubts start clouding your head.

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The two of you sat in the living room, you sat on the couch as he sat on the preferred ground.

"Alright, promise you won't react too badly when I tell you this?" You questioned for confirmation. The adeptus only shrugged. "I cannot promise of what I don't know."

You stared blankly at the short man at his riddle but nodded nonetheless, "understandable."

Clearing your throat you proceeded the explaining, praying that whatever God (at this point), gave mercy on you with whats to come.

"Alright, well, to put it simply—Teyvat—in this universe, is a game that everybody knows about." You stated as it was now Xiao's turn to stare blankly in confusion. Sighing, you pondered of a way to rephrase it.

"What I mean to say is, everybody from your world is but fiction here. They exist—your whole universe exists widely here but its not physical. It exist as..." As what? Joy for us? a digital concept thats basically a roleplaying game in which we can control you and your friends and your whole universe is a lie and turns out to be just code and is owned by a company? Wait- that could work-

"-a virtual game, all code and scripts that this universe's people can control almost. Nothing about it is real yet everything is known"

...

Silence fell between the both of you. You waited anxiously for an answer, intently staring down the man as he looked like he was experienced an emotional and mental crises.

"So what your telling me..Teyvat—Celestia, everything i've known is just..A lie?" He uttered in disbelief, his whole existance and knowledge crashing down as he shook his head in denial.

"And how do I know this isn't just some excuse? Some lie that you've created?" He glared at you.

You mentally and physically prepared yourself for this thankfully, "promise that you'll allow me to explain everything first before making a final desicion?" You asked as he hesitated but nonetheless nodded.

Pulling out your phone, you turned it on before entering Genshin Impact. You went over towards the yaksha before sitting down near him. Far enough to respect his space yet close enough for him to see.

"See, that's what some of us think are Celestia's gates." You pointed towards the blinding pearly gates, that welcomed you with bright lights. Entering the vast world, Xiao immediately recognized the layout. "That's Liyue..And thats.-" Cutting him off, you nodded in confirmation, "yea, thats Zhongli in a digital world."

Xiao was beyond stunned, he was overwhelmed with questions and emotions-yet little answers and resolves. How could this be? Zhongli's so...small? And it seems you can control him at will.

"-And before you jump to assumptions, no, i'm not physically harming him, nor am I doing any sort of demon arts to control him or anything else. As you said earlier, theres different universes. Theres a common thing called a video game in my world, which is this thingy right here—and Teyvat is just one many games thats been created."

Xiao looked bewildered, distraught and crushed. You felt quite horrible for the man. Maybe you should've explained everything in a easier manner?

"Uhm..I-"

"Don't."

You quickly shutted up as you watched the adeptus stand from the floor. "I just...I need time to process this all."

You nodded in understandment, watching the man making his way outside to the balcony before disappearing—only small specs of teal and shadow-like fog trailed behind.

Ceasing this moment, you banged your hand against the table, letting out a tired groan. Emotions and social conflict—especially from or for others, were quite tiresome, thus why you hated social interaction.

You just hope this conflict can be put to ease in due time.

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Almost two hours passed and still no sign of the yaksha. You knew quite well not to worry as almost nothing in your world could harm the thousand year old-skilled fighter—not even the FBI or swat team. But...you couldn't help but have a nagging feeling of dread.

Scenerios started to slowly eat away at you, your anxiety increasing with each passing thought. What if he really did leave? What if he had got caught by someone? What if he....what if he decided to find someone who could actually help him..?

The last thought killed your heart. Honestly, you were never the main character type-far from it actually. You were more of a background character that played no significant role in life. Though, this experience would change that—it would give your life better meaning..yet, if that one main factor is gone...then its just back to square one.

Shaking your head, you shoved the negative and selfish thoughts aside,

This isn't about you, this is about Xiao. He's experiencing a life and probably also identity crises at the moment.

But for now, all you can do is give him his requested time.

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An hour passed, there was still an absent sign of the yaksha.

Your worry grew ever so slightly. You knew nothing from your universe could take him down—not even the fbi, but you still couldn't shake the feeling that something could've happened.

As you walked around the apartment, no yaksha was in sight, the only option left was the roof.

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Making your way up the concerningly long ass staircase, you opened the rusted metal door, only to be met with the same jade spear from not to long ago.

"Is this going to be a natural-daily occurrence or..?" You chuckled, not daring to move in fear of being punctured.

Xiao huffed in annoyance, retracting his spear before it disappeared into his inventory-gold specs replacing it's spot before disappearing. "For someone who knows a lot about us, your will on living seems slim—shouldn't you know sneaking on an adeptus without warning can lead to injuries?" He lectured, crossing his arms with a grunted look.

You rubbed your neck embarrassed, a small nervous chuckle escaped your vocal cords in replacement of words. "Sorry."

The adeptus shook his head, dismissing the mishap before walking towards the edge of the roof top, settling down at the edge, you followed in suit.

The moment of silence was defeaning between the two of you—only the whirring and explosive engines of cars and chirping birds ever so now and then filling the gap.

"So...do you want to talk about anything?" You asked, breaking the small tension. Xiao looked at you before furrowing his brows in thought. Of coarse he had much to ask, he had a bunch of questions and concerns that were gearing through his head, honestly he was surprised he hadn't received a headache yet. Yet his stoic demeanor and built exterior wouldn't allow him to spill—to show vulnerability. Though his persona did allow one question..

"Why..."

You stared at him dumbfounded, "Context?"

"Why...why did you decide to tell me about...all of this?—Why were we made? I...Was everything just..a lie?..." Xiao furrowed his brows as he looked down, his head swirling with unanswered thoughts that ate away at him. It was grueling.

You looked at him apathetically, how could you answer it? You didn't know. "Well, isn't it best to know sooner than be crushed later? In a different perspective, knowing 'the truth'...don't you think it would be easier to let the emotions settle in early than having to deal with them later?" You questioned. The adeptus only looked down in thought before sighing in agreement. "Adding on, I don't think your whole world is a lie. As we're experiencing now, there's a whole bunch of universes. You just so happen to stumble upon one where..hm, lets say indulged in on your world? You—the others, the whole of Teyvat most likely exists in general, just not here—if that helps." You assured the man. You couldn't exactly put it into words as you weren't much of a comforter but fanfics help with that. you try.

Xiao couldn't muster any words, his brain still processing everything. Looking below him at the streets, the moving cars, the occasional barks of dogs, the scenery. With a sigh, he let his mind at ease into a new perspective.

"It...it will take a while for me to digest all of this. But while i'm here, I should know more about this world than anything else." He spoke, his demeanor still stoic.

You let out a small nod, smiling, "of coarse."

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[A/N: That took quite a bit, sorry for the long wait, mixed up the plot for the majority and had to restart. I really hope that this went at a good pace and nothing was too fast or slow. TxT, anyways, thank you for reading!]

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Random request but what about Fo4 companions reactions to a werewolf!Sole (either gender neutral or male idm)? 🙏

Fo4 Companions Reactions to a Werewolf!Sole

➼ Word Count » 1.6k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Genre » Platonic/Romantic, Werewolf AU

MacCready's surprised when he first sees you turn. You didn't warn him about his when he first accepted your contract? Don't you think that maybe this should've been something you told him? Once you've reverted back to your usual self, he'll have a lot of questions he's going to ask you. First off, should he be cautious? Living in Little Lamplight and being so close to the Mutant vault has made him weary when it comes to evolutionary transformations on humans, and he'd like to know if there are any drawbacks to your ability. Second, who are you? At first, he assumed you'd be like any other client, but this certainly changes things. As interesting and helpful as you're transformation is, he's not one to mess around with anything supernatural and might drop you as a client depending on how long the two of you have known each other. If it happened right away, you're being dropped, but if he's gotten to know you a bit more, then he'll stay, but there's a very clear shift in tone toward the relationship.

Nick isn't sure how he's supposed to feel. It isn't every day you see someone turn from a human to a wolf in a matter of seconds, and he's not quite sure what to say. He'll stare at you silently for a while before settling on something like, "If your nose is as good as Dogmeat's, I might have a job for you." He supposes that you haven't really changed, so there's no need for him to be all uppity about it, but he can't help but find your relationship comical. A robot detective and a werewolf. Sounds like something straight out of the Unstoppables, and anytime you pass a poster or billboard from the pre-war series, he'll point to it and say something like, "Look, it's us."

Cait didn't trust you before and doesn't trust you now. How long will it take before you lose control and start mauling her? Can't hardly trust regular mutts as it is, so what makes you any different from a stray? She's hostile at first, mostly out of fear that you'll kill her, but there's also a part of her that thinks you'd make traveling the wasteland so much more fun. Now, suddenly, she's scheming ways to scare vendors into lowering prices or taking you to raider hideouts so that she can blow off some steam. Give her a few days and she'll quickly warm up to you and your ability. It might come off as disingenuous, but she'll become a lot more open with you. The two of you could really make a name for yourself out here, and she doesn't plan on leaving your side for a long time to come. The Commonwealth could gain a lot from having a few monsters running loose, and who better than the two of you?

Danse might actually shoot you on sight if you turn in front of him. To him, your transformation is an abomination, and he believes you need to be neutralized before you wreak havoc on anyone. He does it sorrowfully, but he sees it as something that must be done, even if you are someone he's considerably close to. If he finds out after Blind Betrayal, he'll just be incredibly uncomfortable around you, but he won't put you down. It makes him feel guilty, but he just finds the entire thing to be so unnatural and out of touch with humanity. Killing you is for the greater good, at least to him.

Preston didn't know what to think when he saw you change somewhere around the size of the deathclaw you were fighting. He gripped his musket tighter, afraid that you'd try and attack the settlers next. He wasn't sure what to do. You technically saved him and the rest of the people he was with, but there was a part of him that feared what you would do if you got too close. He stays with you despite it, not wanting to judge too quickly, but he's hesitant about the decision. He keeps his position as general until he feels he knows you better, but he wouldn't mind if you stayed with them in Sanctuary. He still doesn't trust you fully, never really sleeping in fear of what will happen when that same moon comes out again and you turn into that monster you were in Concord. It takes a while for him to warm up to you - he's got people he needs to protect, after all. As long as you stand with him and his cause, he won't have any trouble. The Minutemen could use soldiers like you anyway.

Codsworth was... confused? He's known you for years and hadn't ever noticed this change. He feels ashamed that he didn't find out sooner and would be devastated. But, fear not! He'll make it up to you by taking you to the best pet stores in the Commonwealth! He knows them all by heart, just in case you and your spouse ever decide to get a pet, and.. maybe something in there will help?

Piper will approach you slowly when she first sees you turn. You're not exactly what she remembers you looking like, but you're still the same person.. right? You won't eat her or anything? Once the initial shock disappears, she'll start having a field day with you. She'll say things about how "you were prettier as a human" or "can you smell yourself as well? Or...?" (she thinks you stink). You're definitely interview material, and she wastes no time asking you about when approximately you discovered you could do this? And does it have any limitations? There's no stopping the press, especially when having you around keeps critics off her back.

There's never a moment where Curie fears you. She instead just walks up to you and starts petting you, too excited to care about the possible dangers that could arise by doing so. She'll want to run so many tests on you. Not in a mean, exploitative way, but in a way where she can learn more about what it is that's causing you to do this. Is it radiation? A chemical imbalance? Or maybe it's a product of an evolutionary disease she's yet to hear of? Either way, she thinks it's vitally important for her to gain knowledge on it so that she's prepared if it ever becomes an issue in the future.

Strong is so happy when he sees it happen. Finally, the human is strong and has some kind of natural fighting instinct to rely on. He assumes you're just a different kind of mutant and is ecstatic to see it happen. He'll come to view you as the one true leader he should follow and would do literally anything you said.

Hancock thought he was tripping balls when he watched you turn from a regular guy into... well, whatever you were. He doesn't even realize how long he's been staring at you until you're shifting back. His first reaction is to sling his arm around your shoulder and ask if you saw that too. He's genuinely so confused and ecstatic all at once, and he's not sure what to do about it. All you need to know is that he doesn't think any differently about you and that he thinks it's one of the coolest things out here in the Commonwealth, even if he still doesn't believe he saw what he saw.

Deacon just laughs nervously the first time he sees you shift. Out of everything that could've happened, this is what... happened? He's incredibly confused. All his knowledge of history and old-world books did NOT prepare him for this, and it's making him a tad anxious. He'll watch you for a while out of curiosity and slight concern until you finally turn back. He'll grab your shoulders firmly and tell you to never do that around HQ 'cause they wouldn't recognize you and shoot you on sight, but that you should do that around HQ 'cause it'd be funny. After the initial confusion wears off, he'll take you straight to Tinker Tom. He just knows he'll have a field day with you, and neither of you were doing anything that important anyway.

X6-88 would've exterminated you long ago If it weren't for the fact you're related to Father. He thinks you'd do much better as a lab experiment than as the Institute's leader, mostly because he thinks you're contaminating in some way, and who knows how long it'll take before you run amok throughout the bunker. He'll keep quiet about it, though. It's not his place to say anything, so he won't, but he doesn't like or trust you in any capacity.

Old Longfellow starts firing at you the moment he turns to see you're changed form. It's not on purpose or out of any ill intent, it's just his survival instincts coming into play. Whenever he sees a beast like that emerging from the fog, he doesn't know what else to do but shoot at it. If you live, he'll just sheepishly apologize and tell you not to do that again, at least not while he's around. He's not here for games, and he can't tell who he's supposed to kill when you look similar to the Yao Guai's of Far Harbor. So, no more of that.

Gage isn't really sure what to think. He's just hoping the other gangs will be alright with it. After a while, it might grow on him. You being a werewolf fits nicely in the rugged raider aesthetic most of them have going on, and the stories that come out of people seeing you make the park seem more dangerous than it probably is. It helps keep others away, and he's glad for that.

[number1mingyustan]

Bittersweet (Chapter 8—In My Head)||k.mgyu + j.ww

Genre: neighbors to lovers, strangers to lovers, angst, smut

Warnings: cursing, angst, so much pining, mingyu is sad and doesn't know how to cope, not proofread

Summary: in which emotions aren't for everyone, so it's sometimes easier to avoid

Word Count: 3.4k

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(a/n: i literally don’t like this chapter but it’s more of a filler anyway 🙁 although i do hole it clears up some of the questions you guys might have)

He really should have known better. He doesn't get attached, he doesn't do feelings. Why did you have to come back into his life and change that?

He should have never agreed to your deal in the first place. The second he opened that door for you, he opened up so much more and he absolutely fucking hates it.

He really should have known better.

That home movie should've been a warning to him. You left his at the alter for fuck's sake. He should've known things wouldn't have changed. He always liked you more than you liked him growing up. Around middle school however, that's when he really came to terms with his feelings.

He liked you long before that, but he didn't understand it then. And by the time he did understand it, he didn't know how to cope. He was confused and horny all the time, he suddenly had friends that weren't you, and he didn't know what to do about it.

So Mingyu did what he did best.

He avoided it.

He took advantage of the fact that he had new friends and a sport he loves. He busied his schedule and pushed you out of it. When his mom started asking questions about why you and him weren't hanging out anymore, he lied. Mingyu never lied.

You tried to reach out too. You'd still come over sometimes with your mom, but he'd lock himself in his room and say he was busy or fake sick. You'd write notes and hold them up in front of your window like always, only now he wouldn't write back. He'd close the blinds or pretend he didn't see.

You were at different schools now, so you never saw each other during the day. And eventually, you didn't see each other at all. You eventually got the message and stopped trying.

Mingyu felt so guilty every time he pushed you away, and it only got worse when you stopped trying. He just didn’t know how to talk to you anymore. He assumed you hated him for the way he treated you too, and he felt like shit.

There were so many times over the years where he wanted to talk to you. Show up at your door because he knew you were home alone and just… spend time with you. It had always come so natural to him, but not anymore.

He still remembers the first time you got locked out the house. He’s just started highschool, and you were in your last year of middle school. He was home alone, like always and he remembers opening the door.

You looked different. You were nervous, hardly able to make eye contact with him and talk above a whisper. You were unusually shy and timid. But secretly, he was happy to see you.

He felt somewhat disappointed when you explained you were over there to get they key, not to see him. He should’ve known better though, you weren’t friends anymore.

He knew he wasn’t going to be the one to rekindle the spark. He doubted himself too much. He just secretly hoped you would come back into his life, even if he wasn’t the one to initiate it.

But then you did. And it’s been perfect. He’s loved having you around, maybe too much. Everything fell back into place with you, easily. It was really like nothing had changed.

But that included his feelings.

He’s not really sure when they came back, or if they ever really left him. He’s never been in a relationship, simply filling the void with different girls night after night. He’d always told himself he did hookups because it was easier than a relationship. In part, it was true. But he couldn’t do relationships because they weren’t with you.

For fuck's sake, the girl is usually the one who catches feelings for sex, not the guy.

Especially not Mingyu.

He mistook his feeling for you as sexual attraction. You showed up at his door asking him to have sex with you after years of him wishing you would show up and talk to him.

He was going to take what he could get, so he agreed. His head was so fucked that he couldn’t look at you and think you were pretty, his mind would tell him ‘you’re hot.’

His mind also told him it was okay to sleep with you. Egged him on actually. Made him think you were just another body he could add to his list. Foolishly told him his feelings for you were just sexual.

He was so wrong.

It wasn't his fault. He blames it on puberty. Before he stopped talking to you he was always so horny around you. It sort of stuck with him even to this day and really fucked with his head.

But now, his mind is clear as day.

He's not paying attention to the shallow things about you anymore. He's thinking about your smile, how much he loves it even though you never show your teeth. He knows it's because your front left tooth is crooked and you hate it, but he still thinks its adorable.

He's thinking about how you throw pillows at him when you get embarrassed. And how you fidget and play with your thumbs when you're nervous. He thinks about how much of a lightweight you are, and how he can already imagine himself having to take care of you when you go out together, or if you were to come home to him tipsy.

How you tease him just as much as he teases you. How you're surprisingly strong and constantly shoving him any time he makes those teasing comments. The look on your face when you're winding up a pitch, eyes narrowed and locked in. How you bite your bottom lip when you're focused on your studies. How you love wearing his clothes even though their way too big, yet both of you agree that they look better on you than him.

Now here he was on a Tuesday morning in bed instead of school. He had the decency to text you he wasn't going to be able to drive you because he 'wasn't feeling well.'

You being the absolute sweetheart you are responded by wishing him better and promising to check on him throughout the day. He watched from his window as you walked to school.

You were wearing purple, he always thought that color looked pretty on you. He could feel his heart twisting in his chest as he sunk back into bed.

Kim Mingyu was helplessly in love and he couldn't lie to himself about it anymore.

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The day off was helpful, but the next day at school was still dreadful. He drove you to school like usual, although the ride was much quieter than usual. Mingyu didn't say much the whole way to school.

He could hardly look you in the eyes, let alone engage in an entire conversation with you. Every time you were on his mind (which was always), his heart rate would pick up.

Yet every pump of his heart felt strained. The blood pumping through the vessels felt tight and painful. You made his heart beat faster, but fuck, it hurt so bad.

He was bombarded with 'where were you yesterday?'s the entire day. He gave short responses about how he was sick. Suddenly, he hated the attention. He didn't want to be social even though he knew his friends just cared about him.

He wanted to be left alone.

Instead of going to lunch, Mingyu went up to the baseball field. He needed to get away, go somewhere he could let out his feelings. His happy place.

The outdoor batting cage was already set up and there were extra bats in the shed. He winded up the machine and did what he did best.

He didn't miss a single pitch. Every ball that came at him went soaring into the top of the net. He was finally able to focus on something that wasn't you (sort of). Mingyu's always been an incredible hitter, but in those few minutes before he needed to reload the machine, Mingyu had never hit like that before.

He put all his power and frustration into his swing. He made solid contact with the ball, causing an echo across the field with each swing. He didn't mind the painful tingling sensation after each hit, matter of fact, it encouraged him. It made him feel something. Anything.

His last hit was a line drive straight into the back of the net. He dropped the bat, breathing heavily before he went to collect the balls and reload the machine.

"Hope you hit like that at the game tomorrow" a voice says from behind him.

He stops in his track, turning around and peaking his head up.

"I always hit like that," he responds.

"No you don't," Jeonghan replies. "You always hit well, but not like that. Something's changed."

Mingyu rolls his eyes and mumbles. "Whatever."

Mingyu continues to reload the machine until Jeonghan breaks the silence again.

"I thought you said they weren't official," he mentions.

"What?"

"Y/n and Wonwoo," Jeonghan leans against the post holding up the net. "They were all coupled up yesterday while you were home. I was just confused because you said they weren't official."

"It's a recent thing," Mingyu grumbles. "He asked her out after practice on Monday. If you really wanted to know that, you couldn've asked Wonwoo or Y/n about it."

"I wanted to ask you," Jeonghan persists.

"Look, I don't know what you're trying to get at, but I kind of came here to be alone Jeonghan," Mingyu bites.

"Hmm," Jeonghan completely ignores Mingyu's request to be alone. "If I asked Wonwoo, he probably wouldn't have been straightforward with me. You know how he is. And Y/n?"

He laughs. "Definitely not asking her. Don't really like the chick."

Jeonghan doesn't like you?

Mingyu has somehow missed the fact that he's never once seen you talk to Jeonghan. Even in a group setting. It's not really his fault though, it's not like he's constantly monitoring you and a group of 13 boys is hard to keep up with. He simply assumed you got along with all his friends.

Besides, his mind went blank any time you talked to Wonwoo. That was the only time he ever really paid attention when you talked to his friends.

"C'mon, aren't you going to ask me why?" Jeonghan smirks. "She is the love of your life after all."

"Jeonghan," Mingyu turns off the machine. "What are you talking about."

"At first, I just didn't really get along with her. She and I never really interacted, she's just not my cup of tea. It wasn't surprising, integrating into a friendgroup fo of 13 it's inevitable she wouldn't get along with everyone. I kept my distance, but she just felt so familiar to me. Couldn't get the thought out of my head."

Jeonghan sighs. "And then I remembered."

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"I'm gonna be player 2!" Wonwoo shouts, grabbing the remote controller from Vernon's hand.

"NO!" Vernon yells back just as loud. "You're player 3!"

"Screw you, I'm gonna be player 1," Wonwoo smirks.

"No you're not, idiot," Jeonghan rolls his eyes. "Mingyu is gonna be player 1, it's his house and his Wii. You can be player 4."

"Jeonghan, you suck." Wonwoo glares.

"Ha!" Vernon laughs. "You have to be player four!"

But of course, boys will be boys. Wonwoo decides this is the perfect moment to tackle Vernon for the player two remotes again, and out of pettiness.

Jeonghan rolls his eyes, deciding to go look for something to eat. He enters the kitchen, surprised to see Mingyu standing at the door... talking to someone? An unfamiliar girl.

"Why are you here?" Mingyu asks.

"I thought- I thought that maybe we could hang out," you respond.

"No," Mingyu states coldly. "I don't want to hang out with you anymore. I have new friends."

"You're always avoiding me, I don't know what I did," you pout.

"I just don't want to talk to you anymore!" Mingyu exclaims. "Just leave me alone."

Mingyu closes the door, jumping up as he's startled by Jeonghan's presence.

"Who was that?" Jeonghan asks.

"Just my lame neighbor," Mingyu mumbles. "Don't worry about it."

Despite the words he heard, Jeonghan couldn't help but notice a major contrast in body language. The eyes. He could see the way you were looking at Mingyu, and the way Mingyu was looking at you. And he hates it.

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To this day, Jeonghan is an incredible friend. He may have an odd way of showing it, but he's the type of friend to look out for you. And he has the incredible ability to read people. He chooses the people he associates with wisely, he knows right off the bat when someone's intentions are good or bad. He's always had keen intuition.

And that's how he knew.

Mingyu may have been acting coldly toward you, but behind those brown orbs was nothing but love. Even though Mingyu was only in 6th grade at the time, Jeonghan could see it. The way Mingyu looked at you was like you meant everything to him. Like you were his entire world, the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

And yes, while you were the one reaching out, your eyes told a different story. You looked at Mingyu like you cared, yes, but nothing like the way Mingyu looked at you. You didn't love Mingyu the way he loved you, Jeonghan had barely gotten a good look at your face and he could already tell.

Jeonghan knew right then and there that you were going to break Mingyu's heart. He figured it was a good thing Mingyu was pushing you away, he was avoiding a heartbreak.

So when you showed up again all these years later, Jeonghan could see nothing had changed. Mingyu still looked at you the same, although he hadn't realized it. There was a faint sparkle in Mingyu's eyes when he looked at you or heard your name.

But you only ever saw him as a friend, maybe even a brother.

He saw how it progressed over time. How Mingyu's eyes would brighten more around you, the same looks that you gave to Wonwoo. Jeonghan knew that your being around was destined to end in Mingyu getting hurt.

He could sense some sort of tension between you and Mingyu that went both ways, but the love was one sided. He could read you like a book, and while you were a great friend, you couldn't be anything more than that to Mingyu.

As long as you were in his life, Mingyu was going to get hurt.

"We were only in 6th grade when I saw her for the first time, but I could see it. You know how good I am at reading people," Jeonghan starts.

"You are," Mingyu agrees.

"I saw the way you looked at her, the way you still look at her. I'd think it was a great thing that you're in love, only if she looked at you the same way."

"What are you trying to say?" Mingyu quirks an eyebrow.

"I'm saying that I knew right then and there she didn't feel the same about you, and she still doesn't. I knew she was gonna break your heart."

Mingyu doesn't like that Jeonghan was right, he hates it even more than Jeonghan could tell within 3 seconds of seeing you and Mingyu has just now come to that realization.

"So tell me Mingyu, was my intuition right?"

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Mingyu could hardly sit through class. Luckily it's his last one of the day, yet he remains restless. It's a study hall, so he excuses himself to go to the library.

Now Mingyu's not really the type to spend his time in the library, but he figures it might actually be good for him.

But of course, nothing has been going his way lately. Why did he think his luck was going to change now?

When he enters the library, his heart sinks. There you are sitting at a table with Wonwoo. It looks like you're helping him study. You're both smiling like crazy, it gives him chills.

Not even he's seen Wonwoo this happy.

Of course, he doesn't miss how the two of you are sharing a pair of earbuds. His chest constricts more, like all the blood is being wrung out of it like a towel.

He should've known better. You were still you, of course you'd be in the library. You were still the top-of-the-class student you always were, it just breaks his heart that you're here with him.

Mingyu doesn't know what to do. It already hurt enough that you didn't want him, but he hates it even more because he doesn't know what to do. Mingyu is usually good at keeping himself composed, and he can think his way through situations pretty well.

But after pushing it all down for so long, it's here, he can't ignore it, and he doesn't know what to do. He needs to get away from you, but all he wants is to be around you. He wants to hold you again, have you come over and spend time with him.

Mingyu leaves the library just as quickly as he entered, making sure neither you nor Wonwoo notices he was ever there.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

At practice, he doesn't hit nearly as well as he did earlier in the day. Not when he sees you and Wonwoo practicing and smiling out of his peripheral.

His swing has lost its power and precision. You've really thrown him off his game, literally.

He waits for you in his car for nearly 10 minutes because you get caught up talking to Wonwoo. Mingyu tries to distract himself with his phone, but it's so difficult when you're filling his head.

When you do finally get to the car, the drive home is similar to the one on the way there. Mingyu doesn't really talk to you, he just mindlessly agrees with what you're saying every now and then.

He doesn't really want to invite you inside like usual, but he doesn't want to make it more obvious that something is off. So like always, the two of you head into his room.

Although this time, there's no kissing. No touching, no moaning. None of that. You're really off limits now, no matter what Mingyu may want.

"Is everything okay?" You ask, placing your book down.

"Yeah," Mingyu lies. "Why?"

"I don't know, you've just been... quiet. I was starting to think I did something wrong," you pout.

"Not at all," Mingyu avoids eye contact with you. "I've just been giving you your space you know, don't really wanna be the third wheel between my two closest friends. You know?"

You're embarrassed. "I'm sorry. I didn't think about how you'd feel, I'm really sorry. I just got so excited and I-"

"It's fine," he assures you. "Really. I'm not upset or anything like that."

"Good," you smile. "But it's our time now. You don't have to worry about being the third wheel when it's just us."

Fuck, don't do that. Don't tell him what he wants to here. Get his hopes up even though he's overthinking your words. You don't mean it as anything more than friendly.

But why does his heart skip a beat? The pain has subsided and his heart is beating faster.

"You can do no wrong," he gives you a soft smile.

You respond with an even bigger smile before diving back into your book.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Mingyu struggles to sleep that night. He's tossing and turning like crazy. He needs to get you off of his mind. He really should just talk his feelings out, but you were the only person he could really do with that.

And you're not available for that anymore.

Mingyu finds himself slipping back into his old ways. His mom advised him to keep what he has, but it's not easy for him. He just needs a distraction, something temporary to help him avoid you.

He knows he shouldn't, but he tells him it's easier this way. He's been doing it for a while, and he was perfectly fine until you came back into his life. If he was able to breeze through the past few years like this, was it really going to hurt him to pick those habits back up again?

He grabs his phone, quickly typing up a message.

'hey you wanna hang out sometime soon?'

-i thought you'd never ask

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[midnightsunnyday]

MC And The Brothers In: Banned

******

MC: Lucifer.

Lucifer: MC.

MC: may I enter?

Lucifer: you may.

MC: *clears throat* it has come to my attention that I may have been...a bit too passionate while courting you these past few months, to the point where I have become blinded by our many differences.

Lucifer, continuing to read over his bills: is that right?

MC: indeed. It seems that in my efforts to wile you I have slowly yet surely lost sight of myself. Most days, I can no longer recognize the person I once was: young, beautiful, exceptionally witty.

Lucifer: why do I have several invoices for Cats and Pats Monthly? *rolls eyes* As if I even need to ask.

MC: and so, it is with a heavy heart that I must...keep my distance from you. Nay, to merely be in your pressence now feels me with great despair...and longing.

Lucifer: should really consider having my card reissued.

MC: *sniffles* and yet, despite your indifference, I pray that one day we both look upon this memory not with bitterness or regret, yet...with forgiveness.

Lucifer: ...

MC: ...

Lucifer: are you finished?

MC: yes. Yes I do believe I am.

Lucifer: *smiles* excellent. Oh, and you all are still banned from The Fall.

Mammon, bursting through the door to Lucifer's study: dammit, you said that would work!

Lucifer: you attempt to manipulate me with subpar theatrics and that's your conclusion?

MC: I know what I said! *cries* oh, spiteful son of morning, why do you torture us so?

MC: *gasps* subpar?

Asmodeus, falling to the floor dramatically: Lucifer how could you! The Fall is literally my territory! Who knows what will happen if I'm not there to oversee it? There will be anarchy! Carnage! Overpriced martinis!

MC, grabbing Asmodeus by the shoulders: don't you dare say that! They would never!

Mammon: oof. Though they did raise the price on their mini hellfire devil wings.

MC: *gasps* it's begun!

Asmodeus: this is unrulable, I say! The judge is biased! We demand a retrial!

Lucifer: *sighs* you have two minutes.

Asmodeus, brushing themselves off: ooh, ooh, me first! *clears throat* ok, so first off, I just want to say that I had no idea things would go as crazy as they did. I mean, all I did was simply inform a few demons worthy of my time an evening of consensual, carnal pleasure in the VIP room. How was I suppose to know they would all try to cram in at once? I simply wasn't prepared.

MC: ...

Mammon: ...

Mammon: ...bit of a low hanging fruit, don't ya think?

MC: you're right. We're both better than that.

Lucifer: alright then. MC, I suppose you have more than a few words for yourself?

MC: you know me so well, my dear. So, as you all know, never have I been one to turn down a good, sexy romp.

Mammon: hm. That right, huh?  

Lucifer: why, I never would've known.

Asmodeus: and I love you for it, sweetie.

MC: as I was saying--thank you, Asmo--that night, I was feeling a bit...overwhelmed and decided not to engage. However, there was one particular demon who insisted to have what he cannot have.

Mammon: oh man, that fight was insane! I don't think I ever saw ya--

MC: --Mammon, you're interupting my scene.

Mammon: oh yeah, sorry.

MC: anyway, it was then that I simply enacted what my species considers an inate physiological response towards a potentially threatening event. Unfortunately, for that particular demon, my flight or fight instincts are a bit...fighty, especially after 10 shots of Hennessey.

Asmodeus: you should've seen them, Lucifer! They were like a little hurricane with hands!

Lucifer: while I'm thankful you're unharmed and adept at self-defense, your little spat costed 40,000 Grimm worth of damages. Speaking of which, Mammon, care to elaborate on the 80,000 Grimm tab that was made in my name?

Mammon: w-well I mean, of course we all needed refreshments afterward, so...we informed the bartender that the Avatar of Pride would gladly pay for all expenses incurred. Which was both the responsible and mature thing to do, seeing as I would've definitely ran--I mean, would never leave an establishment without payin' proper.

MC: so in summary, my dear, clearly you can see that...well, obviously there's...when you really look at it we're all--

Lucifer: --guilty?

MC: ...

Lucifer: ...

MC: ...is such an ugly word.

Lucifer: enough. Neither one of you are to step foot inside that establishment again unless I deem it so. And if I even hear that you've gone against my word I will string you all by the ankles and hang you up from the highest pillar of the Demon Lord's Castle until the end of time.

MC: ha! Jokes on you guys. I'll be long dead by then.

Mammon: that's what you're focusin' on?

Lucifer: now get out.

Everyone: but Lucifer~~~

Lucifer: out!

*everyone running out of the room*

MC, poking their head back in: by the way, has anyone ever told you how hot you are when you're...

Lucifer: *glares menacingly*

MC: okgotitbye.

Lucifer: *rubs his forehead* start an exchange program, he said. It will change your life, he said.

[daintyduck99]

Moment prompt

Friends pointing it out, peterpatterlina (yes I'm sending the same prompt multiple times but you don't have to do them all lol)

"So…what's up with you and the couple from 3B?"

Luke tears his eyes away from the skyline, hoping his flush isn't visible in the dying light or the lamps that dot the rooftop.

Willie's smile ticks slightly, which means that it probably is, but Luke just shrugs.

"They're musicians. They're really good."

Willie hums. He rests his arms on the ledge Luke's been leaning on since—

Since he all but ran from them, honestly.

Luke chances a look over his shoulder, where most of their neighbors are still milling about, cups in hand, speaking in a low murmur, though sometimes a laugh will ring out, bright in the almost-night.

The most melodic laughs are missing, along with some of the brightest eyes Luke has ever seen, and he's not sure if that's better or worse. He suppresses a sigh.

A gentle bump makes him turn back around, and Willie's still smiling at him knowingly, but. Willie is Willie. He's cool.

The problem's putting any of this into words, words that don't have a painfully earnest lilt to them, words that aren't meant to tumble from cracked, pleading lips, accompanied by strumming fingers.

And Luke can't do that. He can't unleash that song into the world. Not when he wants them more than they want him.

He isn't strong enough to survive another evening in their room, a temporary fixture that's been blinded by a false sense of security, by their banter, by sweet, lush kisses and by kind, reverent hands. By the way his name fits in their mouths like a favorite lyric, by the music, literal and not.

There's enough euphoria there to pretend it's something like love, but it's not. It's more like a drug, and he's being used, but the sad thing is he's dying to be, to get under their skin and hope they keep craving him, that they need him somehow.

Fuck, he's only known them for a few months and he's already in way too deep.

"Luke? Earth to Luke…"

He groans, burying his face in Willie's shoulder so his voice comes out muffled.

"Sorry, man. I'm just really in my head."

"Because of the musicians in 3B?"

Luke just groans again, and Willie laughs, warm and wild, carefree in a way Luke wishes he could be about this whole thing.

"Okay, okay," Willie soothes, "I don't get why you're moping, though. They seemed pretty keen on bailing with you before you disappeared, I mean. It wasn't subtle."

Luke lifts his head. "That's the thing, Wills. That's all they want from me, and I—"

"Have a tendency to fall hard and fast for pretty, talented musicians?"

"Damn." Luke huffs a laugh. "Alright, yeah. I should've said that they're a country duo, that would've thrown you. The worst thing is that it's not even a lie. They're just so—"

He sighs at the stars he can barely see.

"I don't know, Wills. They shine. And it's getting unbearable, just—being so close without actually being a part of it."

"Are you sure they don't want you to be?"

He swallows. "What makes you say that?"

"The way they look at you…" Willie shrugs. "That shine, it's not so different from how they look at each other. They're definitely fond of you, dude, and not in a…"

"I get it," Luke says hastily, interrupting before Willie can say something even vaguely convoluted or embarrassing within earshot of their neighbors. Particularly Alex, who'd never let Luke live it down.

He flushes as the full weight of Willie's words really hits him, though. He pauses.

"Willie—do you really think so?"

Willie pokes Luke in the side, which is exposed thanks to the DIY cutoff sleeves.

"I think you should just talk to them, because it's become increasingly clear that you haven't. I swear, if you're just sitting on a pile of pining songs…"

Luke splutters. "I—it's only one song!"

Willie's laughter is contagious, though.

"Seriously, man," he says, squeezing Luke's shoulder, "you should go for it."

Luke lets out a deep breath. "Thanks."

And he does what he did an hour ago, but he's following the stars, not fighting them.

Luke runs.

[jihyocentric]

I blame it on you

(had too many ideas, this was what I could put up together that made sense)

We going with mommy sana and extreme sub Tzuyu then

Starting off with all of the girls eating dinner together in a restaurant, just having fun together

The only one not having fun is our dear tzu who's being punished for acting out last week, being rude and snapping against Sana, who in turn prohibited her from having any kind of kind with her mommy until Sana deemed she had learned her lesson.

Tzu was feeling quite frustrated, being deprived from pleasure for that long, so in the haze of her needy brain, the best course of action was of course, pissing of her mommy. Touching her tights, pressing herself against her, whispering in her ears but that doesn't work, so she ups her game to acting flirty with the others and subtly snapping against Sana

Sana is angry, angrier than she's ever been in a long long time and the girls notice it, so they decided it was time to wrap up and go to their homes

AS soon as they're out, Sana drags tzu by the back of her neck and puts her the car

It was time for punishment

When they get to their room, the first thing tzu does is get on her knees and beg for mercy, what she gets is a colar and a leash on her neck and a gag, she knows what's coming

"I better hear you counting loud and clear, slut"

followed by tying her up, marking up all of her body, a combination of edging and over stimulating her (fingers, mouth, strap)

Lots of hair and leash tugging maybe even a blind fold

(tzu loves it so much she ends up reaping nothing but mommy over and over again, and I had to stop writing before I ended up writing the request myself)

i'm glad you stopped right there or else i'd lose my job bestie 😭 i don't know if i made justice to the ship and to the request as i'd never written them but i hope it's okay!

-

of all the things sana could've asked tzuyu, being patient and behave were the simplest ones, and while tzuyu aced at everything else, she somehow always managed to fail right at those two specific requests.

it's not like tzuyu was a brat. not entirely, not sana's perfect girl, the very same one with the cutest face and polite manners. tzuyu didn't act out if she didn't have a reason. not longer than a week ago, when tzuyu realized sana wasn't going to give her attention any time soon, all due to lack of time sana had to spend with tzuyu, busy with her own schedules, tzuyu acted unlike herself and did everything sana had told her not to.

touching herself without permission was tzuyu's worst mistake that day, and the fact that she even took a picture of her slick fingers and sent it to sana while sana was working only served as fuel to the older's anger. instead of punishing tzuyu the way the younger wanted, sana gave her the cold shoulder, and it was even worse, because now tzuyu couldn't even get to cuddle with sana anymore.

the days passed and tzuyu only kept resentment towards the way sana decided to deal with her bad behavior. it was in the middle of a group dinner that the perfect solution came to tzuyu's mind. if acting like a bad girl got sana to ignore her, then being worse might get the best of her and finally make sana look at her. tzuyu didn't want to, really, but she had no other choice rather than trying to touch sana under the table, rubbing sana's thighs dangerously close to an intimate spot, looking at sana with puppy eyes and being suddenly way too close to sana.

sana wasn't one to get impressed easily. in fact, whenever tzuyu touched her, she'd make tzuyu spend hours with foreplay, sometimes making tzuyu come during it, and then, when sana was finally worked up enough, she'd have an orgasm. and that was it. tzuyu should've known sana wouldn't care about her sneaky hands, and she frowned as sana kept her face straight, offering bright smiles to the others but ignoring her.

but then again, if sana wasn't an easy one to impress, tzuyu knew someone who was. taking her hands off of sana, tzuyu touched jihyo's knee under the table, the one who was sitting on her other side. jihyo would never reject tzuyu's touches, because those came once in a lifetime and despite nayeon staring at tzuyu from the other side of the table when the younger dared to touch her girlfriend, tzuyu kept going. even if she knew nayeon could get mad and maybe discount that on jihyo.

"did you cut your hair, unnie?" tzuyu asks, removing her hand from jihyo's knee and bringing it to her head, patting it gently. "you look cute lately. this hairstyle suits you a lot."

sana holds the fork tighter in her hand and jihyo is suddenly shy with the compliment. tzuyu had just hit just the right spot and she doesn't stop praising jihyo or touching her all throughout the night. it's not until they get home that tzuyu realizes her plan was a success.

grabbing tzuyu by her nape, sana drags tzuyu into their room and all but throws her onto the bed. the sharp nails sinking in her neck hurt and probably left reddening marks there, but tzuyu didn't mind, she missed sana a lot, so badly that she'd accept every kind of attention she could get.

"you know what comes next, don't you?" sana asks, holding the collar with a leash in her hand. "of course you do. you planned all of this. touching jihyo, flirting with her, all because you're a little attention seeker."

tzuyu doesn't want to but she pouts, and as much as sana finds it cute, right now her heart doesn't beat faster at the small display of cuteness.

"at least jihyo unnie talks to me." tzuyu replies, and sana tugs her hair roughly, making tzuyu's eyes widen as she looks at the older woman.

"say that again." sana challenges, her face inching closer to tzuyu's, eyes gleaming, a consequence of all the things she had in mind, every single perverse thought about what she'd do to tzuyu making her have to rub her thighs together, aroused with the knowledge that by the end of the night, tzuyu would be reduced to nothing but a crying mess. "you're quiet now, huh? i thought so."

tzuyu gasps when sana puts the collar on her, making it tight. not enough to suffocate her, sana wasn't going to risk her safety, but enough to make tzuyu not forget sana had a the leash in her hands and she was ready to control her like a puppy.

sana tugs the leash and it makes tzuyu crawl on her fours to her. tzuyu knows exactly what sana wants and she lies on sana's lap with her ass up, giving sana the perfect angle to spank her. and that's what sana does, unsurprisingly. after pulling tzuyu's pants down, she slaps the younger's ass, the soft skin becoming red right with the first swat. sana's fist was hefty, and she didn't have muscles to lift heavy weights but her hand hit hard and it made tzuyu cry out.

"that one is for being an impatient slut." sana says with a sadistic smile displaying on her lips. "now count to twenty."

tzuyu rarely gets punished like this, and she'd totally forgotten about how badly sana liked to leave bruises. she manages to count properly and she forces herself not to make a mistake, or else sana would stop and they'd have to restart the count. when sana finishes, tzuyu's face is impossibly wet and her thighs even more so, crying and wanting sana to touch her and make the pain go away.

"my, my. where's the attitude now?" sana coos, grabbing tzuyu by the hair and making her look at her. "don't cry yet," sana says softly, but tzuyu can tell that there's a bit of sarcasm behind her words. "i'm not nearly done with you."

sana doesn't use her fingers. her nails are sharp and well manicured, she wouldn't waste the time she spent doing them on ruining tzuyu. instead, she undresses tzuyu and brings out from a box under their bed an old friend of them, something that tzuyu says she hates but sana knows she doesn't. at least not entirely.

tugging at tzuyu's leash, sana makes her sit on top of the toy, which was placed on the ground. the sybian had a thick length attached to it, which wasn't that long but it was enough to destroy tzuyu, sana's sensitive girl.

"mommy, please, not this one!" tzuyu mewls and tries to escape, but sana forces her shoulders down and the shaft slips inside of tzuyu.

"you don't get to pick. you're lucky i'm even wasting my time on you instead of resting for tomorrow's schedules," sana says bitterly, turning the sybian on a medium setting straight away, skipping the low one, making tzuyu whine at the pulsation on her clit and inside of her.

the words, although essentially mean, brought a certain tightness to tzuyu's stomach, and she knew she was close. sana grabbed tzuyu by the hair once again, looking into tzuyu's eyes with disgust, showing tzuyu just how disappointed she was.

"mommy, it hurts," tzuyu whimpers at the tight grip that brought pain to her scalp, but sana wasn't buying it. if tzuyu didn't like it, she'd say the safe word, and only then sana would stop.

"good. i hope it does." sana brushes her nose against tzuyu's. "open your mouth."

tzuyu complies, only to feel sana spitting in her mouth and closing it by holding her jaw, so tzuyu swallows every drop. it makes tzuyu moan, and when sana gets the remote and increases the settings of the toy to its highest, tzuyu cries out loudly, but she's unable to move because sana holds her waist and makes her stay still.

"mommy..." tzuyu whines, a tear streaming down on her cheek. "if you don't stop i'm going t-to-"

"do it." sana encourages, wanting to laugh, knowing damn well tzuyu wasn't going to enjoy what came next. "come for mommy."

sana's soothing voice couldn't always be trusted, and yet tzuyu let it go and reached her edge. however, before she had to time to really feel the pleasurable part of her orgasm, sana turned the toy off and pushed tzuyu forward by the leash on her neck, making the dildo slip out of her, absolutely ruining tzuyu's orgasm.

"no..." tzuyu cries harder, nearly sobs, and sana isn't all that touched by it.

"yes, baby." sana coos. "we're just getting started."

maybe tzuyu regrets being a bad girl.

[saltymongoose]

HIIIIII, THIS IS MY FIRST TIME SENDING AN ASK HERE!

I remembered an Anon once talked to you about Sans being teleported into Madcom... and that idea cannot get out of my head!

(Just my thoughts) -> Will Sans be able to survive/fit in well in Madcom world? Because he has 1 HP and just one hit will be over for this skeleton man. I don't know really... Sans is good at dodging but it's chaotic in this world and I don't know how to imagine him survive in Madcom world without getting tired easily. 😭 (AND HIS PUNS... wonder which boys will roll their eyes at him, if they had one)

Hella awkward for Player too if they once did the GENOCIDE route!

PHEW! That's a lot of words, sorry! I'm just too excited cause I wanna talk to you for awhile. Your works are 🤌 *Chef kisses*

BYE AND HAVE AN EPIC DAY/NIGHT!

(You can ignore this if you want! No pressures)

Hello! Thank you for the compliment, I appreciate it haha. <3 To answer your questions, given how little health Sans actually has, it probably wouldn't end very well for him in Nevada if we're being honest here 😅. Sans has a lot of powerful abilities, but his evasion mechanics rely mainly on being aware of his opponent's movements (hence why he was most vulnerable when he was asleep). It fits well for the more "melee-based" combat of Undertale, but it wouldn't fare nearly as well against guns (especially sniper rifles, for instance). Nevada's also very chaotic, as you said, so his state of exhaustion would also play into this.

(More under the cut as per usual :))

As for how Sans and the grunts (and Player) would interact, Doc would probably be very curious about him anatomy-wise. He's a skeleton, but skeletons are usually completely stationary and just...not alive so he finds him odd. That and the fact that he can bleed, despite being a skeleton? Sanford and Deimos would probably be a bit put off by how weird he acts around you; he's friendly, but also really mysterious and keeps to himself (save for a few hinting remarks). Deimos would enjoy the puns though, as would Sanford to a lesser extent. Hank, on the other hand, really couldn't be bothered with him. He's another guy who thinks he's funny and another person to fight with over your attention, just what he needs. The only bonus for Hank is Sans' Hotdog stand if he decides to do something like that again lmao.

With the Player, whether they did the Genocide route would definitely complicate things between you (provided you didn't erase the world, in which case he probably wouldn't have any knowledge of it). Sans wouldn't trust you if you killed everyone, naturally, and it would show. Despite how he brushes things off, you couldn't ignore how tense things are around him, and how you feel him observing you on every occasion. The boys wouldn't be blind to this either, but even if Sans told them how you eviscerated every monster in the underground and ignored their pleadings to survive, they wouldn't really care. Any rational person would don't get me wrong, but the boys are anything but that when it comes to you.

No, instead they'd protect you from him. Getting in between you both and blocking his view, shooting him dark glares and near threatening him, even making it clear that if anything were to happen to you when he's around, they'd be sure to find out just how well he can dodge blows from a sword (or hook) and bullets from their guns. They don't care that he has a brother to go back to, or if he wants to see his friends again, he should've known better than to try anything with you. So really, it'll be his fault if things end up getting violent.

[manjiroscum]

burning red

Character/s: ferret!Kakucho Hitto

Warnings: f!reader, hybrid au, sexual themes, curse words, non-con somnophilia, creampie, unprotected sex, and mentions of abandonment. Minors do not interact.

Note: this piece is for my hybrid collab "collard bones"! hope you enjoy it :)

Synopsis: A naughty little thing, Kakucho is.

✃WC: 1.4k

Another mediocre Sunday, another hour to sit through while waiting for your favorite show to air. You sat on the couch and watched as the boring documentary show filled up the room with its dreary narration. It failed to drown out the scratching and the sound of plastic rattling emitted in the other room where your companion is busy tearing up newspapers and playing. However, this was far better than him sulking around. It’s just amazing how the old lady next door hasn’t filed a noise complaint due to all the ruckus, but then again, she obviously adored Kakucho and had taken a liking to the hybrid since the day you introduced him to her.

The noise where he is suddenly stopped and the next thing you knew, a head poked through the space between your thighs. Warm cheek on cool flesh, causing the hairs there to rise. A pair of mismatched playful colored eyes stared up at your bored ones. Glancing down to meet his gaze, you then reached out to pat his ear, heart clenching at the scar running on the left side of his face and across his blind eye. Now ruffling his hair, you couldn't help but smile at the relaxed stance Kakucho had, a sign he has finally grown accustomed to the apartment and you. Especially on how you got to earn his unconditional trust in the three months he has been with you. The first time you met the hybrid, the poor guy was shivering in his cage, staring at you with emotionless eyes. Words of the caretaker still ringing crystal clear in your head.

“Found the poor thing nearby the highway. Based on records, his old owners died and has been spotted a few times out there with another hybrid. Must’ve abandoned him or passed on too for him to come out of the forest...”

“Hey, Kaku...” you mumbled in greeting, giving his neck a quick scratch. Lips curled up at the low grumble of delight he made, tail swishing around at the foot of the couch. “Already bored of the toy I got you? You can watch your favorite movie, I don’t mind.”

Nuzzling your palm, he slowly nodded his head before turning to the television. “Isn’t your show coming up soon though?” Meeting your eyes again, he continued, “I can just sit here with you and wait.”

He was like this—putting your wishes first rather than his, making you gush about Kakucho to your co-workers with every chance you got, showing pictures of your hybrid with a wide grin. Yes, all the hardship you went through and cracking Kakucho's hard shell was all worth it in the end. Even taking care of him wasn't as much of a hassle than you initially thought. However...

“Don’t be shy. I’ll put it on now, okay?”

Kakucho was never the perfect angel you often told your friends at work or how the old woman sees him whenever you took him out for walks. No, he was naughty. Very, very naughty. A sweet thing he was when peacefully snoring, but a demon when wide awake and brimming with energy. One wouldn't see that innate mischievousness unless he was all alone, away from judging stares or bored. You weren't even aware until you researched his kind, wondering why he wasn’t as active as the videos online—until he warmed up to you. Until he grew comfortable enough to satisfy his other needs through you.

“Kaku... ” you sighed softly at his sharp teeth nibbling your finger that was patting his head seconds ago. Should've known there was no way he'll stay put and watch, easily bored with each passing minute. Crimson and silver met your gaze once again, holding its intensity there whereas his tongue darted out to lick where he bit in a silent apology. Cheeks warm at the action, you immediately averted your eyes, coughing. “I don’t mind you biting, but it would be nice to receive a warning.”

Yet, Kakucho often loves to surprise you—delighting in your surprised reactions and sometimes taking your frustrations as fuel to drive you even crazier. The way his ears twitch, hands itching to feel your skin against his. With him around, you couldn't even let your friends come and sleepover because he was quite territorial. And really, would you let your friends see him steal your panties, clean or not? Or how he often hide your things under the bed, only to watch you bend over—rutting his growing erection against the plush of your ass? Even now, as he was biting and sucking your fingers, all that was plaguing his mind was the goal of being inside your tight cunt again.

But he couldn't act on those desires. No, he’ll get scolded again. You were quick to shoo him away this morning, grumbling about your aching back and the numerous bite marks on your inner thighs. Wait—he has to wait until both of you were finished with dinner. After all, patience was a virtue. That's what you often told him while preparing his meal.

Yet, Kakucho often found himself cursing on how you were too smart sometimes, glaring at your sleeping figure sprawled out on the bed. Clever and cruel to subject him to cleaning his dish before joining you in bed, only for him to see you already fast asleep. Were you really going to leave him like this? Nursing a boner? Weren’t you supposed to take care of him? That was what you promised, right?

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Kakucho leaned close to your face, trying to figure out whether you were playing a prank. He really wish you were. But you weren't. This made him huff, stripping off his clothes. Brows furrowed in concentration, Kakucho slowly crawled over you, hands situated in each side of your head. His half-hard cock brushing on your thigh, tip leaking with pre-cum since earlier from imagining on how he’ll fuck you.

You wouldn't mind him taking you now, right? He was yours as much as you were his. Kakucho would rather walk on shattered glass than admit to you that he was jealous of you spending time with your friends while he remained at home. If anything, he deserves to be inside your pussy and cum inside without needing to ask after putting him through loneliness during your absence. Work or no work, Kakucho needed you.

Slipping your cotton panties down, he lifted the garment to his nose, inhaling your scent with closed eyes. A glob of spit dripped down from his lips and onto your pussy folds, his fingers quickly getting to work. Anything to ease the penetration of his thick cock. Dilated pupils and keen ears noticed your breathing gradually picking up with every stroke of his fingers, spreading your folds and rubbing your sensitive clit. A sly grin on his lips, Kakucho inserted his index, almost moaning in the air at how it was tight and warm inside you.

Unable to keep his thinning patience, Kakucho guided the mushroom tip of his erect cock into your slit and to the entrance of your hole. Slowly, he relished the way your walls hugged his length, head rolling back with his jaw dropped. If there was anything he’d love to do every day without any consequences, it was either to rail you stupid or be inside your cunt. He just wished you’d let him do that. Holding back a small whine, Kakucho gnawed on his lower lip. Hips thrusting his cock in and out softly, begging for this to last forever. He caught you stir around in your sleep, still off in the unconscious world and aloof at your hybrid using your pussy like it was his fleshlight. Able to use it anytime, anywhere.

How are you able to still pleasure him this way? Or take in his thick girth? Tiny moans escaping your lips make his head spiral into a loop, wanting to abandon all rationality and just fuck you hard. Not giving a shit whether you woke up or whined at his intrusion. But he was still nice. The last thing he wants is to give you a reason to abandon him despite knowing all too well you wouldn't. The whole ordeal caused Kakucho to crumble easily and fast, spurting out his hot and fertile seed into your cunt. Deep and almost brutal were his grunts, almost collapsing into your still unconscious body as he pulled out. Semen dripping out of your slick hole. Satiated, for now.

Guess he’ll have to start thinking of ways on how to apologize for soiling your sheets in the morning.

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[hoseokslefteyebrow]

An Act Of Kindness || M.YG

Pairing : Min Yoongi X Reader

Genre : soft yandere?

Summary : When your summer camp groupmates decide to go 'off rhe road', everything goes wrong.

Wordcount: 2.6k lol

[ A/N: Suggested for my Baby Project series, but it was a little too dark so here's a one shot instead. I'm not exactly great at 'yandere' genre yet so like,, I tried lol.Enjoy!]

" I don't know about this guys." You tell your annoying group mates as you're walking of the path and into the depths of the forest.

One of your groupmates, Heeyoung huffs as she looks over her shoulder at you.

" Psh, don't be such a whimp. We're just going off the road to make a shortcut." She tells you.

Jungkook grins at you from a few steps up front.

" Relax, it'll be fine. Besides, we've got the map, nothing will go wrong." He smiles, waving said paper map with his hand.

You still hesitate.

" I really don't know guys, they did forecast that it'll rain today too. Besides, how do we even know where we are from the map? If we walk off the path, we won't be able to track our own location." You point out.

You really aren't in the mood to die just because of these people. You've seen enough horror movies.

" Relax, it'll be fine." Jimin nudged you from beside.

You look at Jimin's face, the male has always quite charmed you in a way, and unlike the other two, he wasn't quite as annoying either.

" Jungkook's right. What could go wrong?" He smiles at you.

-

Quite frankly, almost everything went wrong.

It's now around 4 hours later, and the four of you are hopelessly lost in the depths of the forest.

It's raining now too, buckets of water falling from the grey skies, not exactly pleasant.

" Wait, can you show me the map one more time?" Heeyoung asks Jungkook as an excuse to huddle close to him.

He looks at her weirdly as she presses herself up against his arm, but doesn't comment on it. Figuring she probably just feels cold.

All of you are dressed in shorts and a t-shirt after all, except for you, as you're also wearing a long sleeved up zip up hoodie. You were lowkey prepared for this, but considering it's been raining for at least 30 minutes now, your small preparation had no effect anymore, and so you too have chattering teeth.

You watch in disappointment when Jungkook unfolds the soaked map, only to have it literally slip through his fingers, the flimsy pieces of paper falling hopelessly on the ground.

Heeyoung watches the thing fall before hitting Jungkook, now suddenly mad.

" You know what? This is all your fault! If you hadn't soaked the map!-"

" My fault?! You wanted to walk off the damn path!" Jungkook argued right back at her.

You pinched your brows. Great, so you were stuck with two idiots now too.

" Okay, uhm, let's just not blame anyone. It can't change how we're situated now, let's just find shelter and check our phones." Jimin suggests.

You nod numbly, teeth chattering as all of you go to seek for coverage.

Jungkook and Heeyoung are suddenly not attached to the hip anymore as you do so, it appeared the girl wasn't interested in him anymore.

" Hey, uhm, I'm sorry for not listening to you. I should've agreed." Jimin says as he now walks beside you.

You smile at him gratefully.

" Thanks, I appreciate that actually." 

He nods.

" So, uhm, do you mind if I hold your hand? I know we're not close and all, but you seem cold, and I can't exactly offer you my jacket, not to mention that I'm quite cold too." He suggests, not looking at you as he says so.

You smile at his antics, finding his behavior cute.

" Sure." You reply shortly as you move to grab a hold on Jimin's hand.

His fingers interlock with yours easily. Both of your skins feel cold, even against each other, but it admittedly felt nice to not feel alone in a situation like this.

It isn't until another twenty minutes later that Jungkook has found something.

" Guys! Look at that! That seems like shelter." Jungkook says, pointing to, what seems to be, part of a roof.

Jimin and you exchange glances. 

For some reason, it felt like he was asking something, and so you shrug as a response.

He nods before turning back to the other two.

" Okay, let's go there." 

-

" Nope, mine is dead too." Jimin sighs, pocketing his phone before running the same hand through his hair.

He hasn't let go of your hand since thirty minutes ago, except for when you took out your phone, and for some reason, the small action made you feel a little funnier about Jimin.

The four of you are stood in front of, what seems to be, an abandoned, mansion. Most blinds are closed, but the blinds that are open show dark rooms, and are mostly on the second floor.

" We could, try to knock?" Heeyoung suggests.

You blink, looking up at the bit of the building you can see. For some reason, it gives you a cold vibe.

" I don't thinks anyone even lives here-"

You've barely finished your sentence when Heeyoung is already knocking.

You sigh, not all too surprised by her in all honesty.

However, surprise and fear greet you as the door suddenly jiggles.

Jungkook's eyes widen, and Jimin tugs you closer to him as the sound sounds.

All of you are even more surprised when the door opens, being greeted by a rather old looking male, who blinks at all of you.

" Excuse me, but can I help you?" The man asks politely.

He seems to be around his fourties at least, and all of you let out a breath.

" Hello! Sorry for suddenly knocking. It's just that it's raining-"

As she speaks, it also starts to thunder.

What a great moment.

" - And thundering, so we wondered if we could stay here for a while until the weather dies down a bit." She asks them, a friendly smile on her face.

The male clears his throat.

" Well then, please come in and wait here in the hallway. I will ask master Min for permission." He tells her before opening the door wider.

She smiles, turning to all of you, and motioning with her head to follow her in.

You all do so. The hallway is large, stereo typical for a mansion, with multiple doors, and a clean marble floor, along with a grand staircase to the second floor.

You subconsciously tighten your grip on Jimin's hand.

He turns to you with a worried expression.

" You okay? We can go if you think it's a bad idea." He tells you.

You're barely turning to look at him before he clarifies.

" I trust your judgement."

" Oh. I see. Well, I really don't know. It feels here kind of off? But I feel like it's going to storm soon, so maybe we should just ask for a phone connection and wait here." You suggest.

He hums.

" Sounds like a plan to me."

A few moments later the man returns, a kind smile on his face.

" The master will be with us shortly, he'd like to know who'd be seeking shelter in his house before he will grant it." The man smiles.

As you study his stance, you realize that this man is most probably a staff.

" Oh, where are my manners? My name is Charles, I'm the butler of this mansion." He smiles.

Jungkook nods, about to introduce himself, when the sound of clacking shoes sounds.

All of you turn to the grand staircase, where a single male is walking down from. Your eyes widen in surprise. The male who's walking down said stairs is stunning. He's got a pale skin, black hair, and is wearing a dark blue suit with a white button up underneath.

Who relaxes in that kind of outfit? Not that you'll complain or anything, he was admittedly good looking. He walks down unbothered, seemingly not bothered by your looks.

" Say whatever you want, but he is very handsome." Heeyoung whispers to you.

You nod silently in response, and Jimin clears his throat.

You turn to blink at him.

" Something wrong?" you ask him.

" No not-"

" My name is Min Yoongi. I live here. Who are you?" 

It appeared the male, now known as Min Yoongi, had already come to a stop in front of you.

" Right, sorry! My name is Heeyoung, these are Jungkook, Jimin and Y/N." Heeyoung smiles at him.

He doesn't smile back, simply letting his eyes go over all of your forms for a moment. You shivered as his eyes went over your form.

" Fine, you may stay for now. Has any of you had dinner yet?" He asks, voice deep, and eyes holding a bored expression.

" Dinner? We've only had breakfast!-"

" Uhm, thank you! But, that's not necessary. If we could maybe make a call though, that'd be great." You hurriedly stop Jungkook.

Yoongi raises a brow at you in surprise, as both Heeyoung and Jungkook come at you.

" Okay, y'know what?! This is enough. He's literally being nice to us by offering us a meal, and you're just going to turn him down? What is wrong with you?!" Heeyoung yells at you.

" C'mon Y/N. Just one meal? We're all hungry." Jungkook tries, a little more softly.

Yoongi watches you and your friends sharply, not exactly amused by the rudeness of your group mate.

You squeeze Jimin's hand softly as you step back, not entirely sure on what to do.

" Alright, uhm, let's not get mad at her. And staying for one meal should be alright. Right?" He tries too.

You sigh, but nod anyway.

The meal was filled with chatter of your groupmates and charles, Yoongi was mostly silent, and so were you. Heeyoung tried her best to get Yoongi's attention, often complementing him for the meal and his hospitality, he didn't really do much in return, simply nodding until he at some point friendly told her to sod off.

Soon after you tried ringing the camp, but to your disappointment, the lines were dead, and the storm had only worsened.

" It's dead. Any idea if we can fix it?" You asked Yoongi as you put the phone away.

He shook his head, bangs moving.

" I'm afraid not. I can offer all of you a bed for tonight only." He suggests, messing his hair up.

You bite your lip in thought, looking out of the window beside you.

The storm certainly wasn't going to get better anytime soon.

You sighed, before nodding. Going out there now was a death wish.

" That'd be nice. Thank you, and I'm sorry for us suddenly turning up on your doorstep." You tell him.

He shakes his head.

" Don't worry about it."

About an hour later you're seated on your bed. You, Jimin, Heeyoung and Jungkook all had your own rooms. The other three in the bedrooms across the hallway from you while you're situated beside Min Yoongi's very own bedroom.

After about twenty minutes, there's a knock sounding at your door.

" Come in." You call out.

The door opens, and you're surprised to find Yoongi standing there.

" Oh, hi. Is everything alright?" You ask him.

He hums.

" Yeah, just wanted to talk to you, if you don't mind. " He tells you with a small smile.

You nod, sitting down at the bed as he sits down opposite you at the desk.

Conversation went surprisingly smooth, after a few minutes into talking, it went as if you two knew each other for years.

" Y'know, you seem to be a pretty perfect person." He tells you as your laughter died down.

You snorted.

" Pft, nah. My grades really prove otherwise." You tell him.

You're flattered a man of his 'rank' thinks like that about you, but you really don't agree.

He grins.

" Grades are just a social structure." He shrugs.

You smile at him.

" Thanks, but really though. No one is perfect. Especially not me." You tell him honestly.

You don't hate yourself, but that doesn't mean you view yourself as perfect either.

He shakes his head.

" I think your head's messing with you due to the time. I'll see you tomorrow. You guys can still stay for breakfast right?" He asks.

You think about it for a moment.

You're already here anyway. How bad could staying over for breakfast be?

-

The first thing you notice when you wake up is that it's already light out.

The second thing you notice is that it's eerily quiet.

You bolt out of bed, changing in the bathroom and folding the borrowed clothes on the sink. There's a packaged toothbrush by the sink too, and so you brush your teeth before going downstairs.

"Y/N?" You suddenly hear Yoongi's voice from somewhere beside you.

You turn around in surprise, barely tripping over your feet in your hurry.

Yoongi reacts quickly, catching you by your shoulders and holding you upright.

you both blink at each other before he gently lets go of you.

" Sorry, uhm- What are you doing here?" He asks you.

You furrow your brows at him.

" What do you mean? Where's the rest?" You ask him confused.

" They left already, I thought you went with them." He blinks.

Did they really leave you?

-

Meanwhile Jimin is looking around him in confusion.

Where was he?

He looks around, checking his surroundings.

He, Jungkook and Heeyoung seemed to be sleeping in a clearing in the forest. It takes him a moment before he remembers what happened. It takes him another moment before he realizes you're missing.

Jungkook wakes up soon after.

" Hey, where's Y/N?" Jimin asks him.

Jungkook blinked, before rolling on his side.

"Idunno, probably still asleep." He mumbles sleepily.

Jimin rolls his eyes before throwing sand at the younger, who's quick to get up.

"What the hell?-"

"What are you lads doing here?" Another voice suddenly joins the conversation.

Both males look up, only to see a man, seemingly a little over his 25's standing there.

" Uhm, hi. We're kind of lost." Jungkook explains, waking up Heeyoung before getting up and dusting off his pants.

The man blinks before nodding.

" I can see that yeah." He responds dumbly.

" We also lost a group mate. Seen a mansion around?" Jimin asks him.

At the words of a mansion, the male pales.

" You don't mean to say you're lost travelers?- I- I thought that curse was gone." The man spoke warily.

Heeyoung, who now got up, switched wary glances with Jungkook.

" Curse?" She asked.

" Yeah, there's a curse of a mansion. Apparently the Min family lived there somewhere back in the 1800's or something, but a burglar got in and killed most of the family, apart from their twenty-something year old son. A few years ago we found bodies here, on the very place you're standing right now, they were barely alive but managed to warn us. They were the last people who came from that mansion, until you that is." He explains with wide eyes.

No one knew how to react to that.

Did this mean you're dead?

" You see whenever it storms, people turn up dead. Except for the people before you. You're the only ones to have made it out alive and well. You're the first survivors- But your friend..." He trails off.

Jimin's hand balls into a fist, as Jungkook's doe eyes widen and Heeyoung held her hand over her mouth in shock.

Did they really kill you by not listening to you?

[stardustincarnate]

TOGETHER FOREVER // Asra x Reader

ASRA + A NON-BINARY MC

WORD COUNT: 2541

GENRE: Fluff

Water.

Flowing water, molded into ballerinas, swaying to the slow, dreamy rhythm of a harp, by a skilled magician, surrounded me as I stood in the middle of a vast, colorful oasis. It took me a while before I realized that I was in Asra's gate. How did I end up being there?

The plants sprung to life, engulfing me, filling my vision with a dancing of warm colors that reminded me of him as I closed my eyes. I could feel the phantom of warmth embrace me, and when I opened my eyes, I was greeted with those deep and sincere purple eyes of his.

The world seemed to have slowed down, every action taking some time as if it was to savor the moment. I found myself loosely wrapping my arms around his neck as he caressed my other cheek, and I leaned to the feeling.

I could see Asra's magnificent aura combining with mine, making a beacon of blinding light that went up to the sky.

His tender touch never fails to send me flying over to the moon, both our magic combined as if speaking to one another, my heart reacting to his own.

He pressed his forehead against mine, a blush creeping up his face.

"I love you."

-

With that, I had unfortunately awoken. I yawned, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, soon realizing that Asra was not beside me anymore. The smell of my favorite soup wafted out from the kitchen to the bedroom, causing me to blearily walk towards it. The sleepiness soon ebbed my system once the smell got stronger. Asra wasn't aware that I already woke up, so I sneakily went on to hug him from behind, earning an adorable gasp from him and making me chuckle.

"[MC]? You're awake. Did you have a good sleep?"

I nuzzled his fluffy hair. "Mhm I suppose. I had a really good dream."

"Oh? Why don't you tell me about it."

"We were in your gate. But it didn't look like before.. it was more magical that time. Well, just us doing some romantic things.. Involving magic too!"

Asra let out a chuckle, "Why don't we make it real then?" He turned around, giving me that playful look of his. I grinned. "Ooh, I love the sound of that."

Soon, I found myself being fed by him as we ate our breakfast. Faust kept on squeezing us alternatively. She seemed excited about something.

"[MC], what do you say we go out for a trip today?" Asra asked, wiping off some remaining soup droplets on my chin which I hadn't noticed.

"Where will we go?"

"I thought about bringing you to the magical realms, but then I thought of something better." He casted a wistful look on me. "Let's forget about the realms for the mean time. Let's just explore the city. What do you think?"

"You know I'm up for it! But you'll have to let me take a bath first!" I chuckled.

"Take your time. I won't mind." He playfully winked at me as I headed towards the bathroom.

Some time later, we arrived at the city market. Vesuvians were partially rowdy and quiet. Though some even came stumbling near the two of us, but it was alright. Asra held my hand tightly as I saw him grinning at something— or someone. The market seemed a bit more playful today. Maybe that's why he decided to take me here? The fun in the atmosphere was tangible, especially when I heard the strumming of guitars— and the next moment, all I knew was that Asra and I were dancing in the middle of the street, accompanied by some other couples until the beat had stopped.

It was fun while it lasted. It's as if my body had a mind of its own when I let myself dance to the rhythm. I didn't care about anything else other than the joyous music. I knew what felt right, and it felt right to let myself sway to the rhythm with Asra. Abstract magic bubbled around the two of us. How I love feeling that way.

However, right after the dancing session, the world suddenly dissipated into nothingmess. I was left all alone in a dark, fathomless land where no one seemed to hear me. No Asra... no Faust. I tried to connect to them using my magic, but something was intercepting it. No no, I didn't feel something ominous despite the situation. So what, exactly, was stopping me? I called out to my magic once more, and there I felt a recognizable aura somewhere. Asra's. He was nearby, I could tell, but it's as if he was hiding behind a veil which I didn't know where to find. I was in distress, but then something dawned me.

Asra must've been playing tricks with me. I should've known from the beginning. Ugh, I am so going to get that rascal! I let my magic surround me, and then I was back at the market— but I was alone. If he was pulling a prank on me, I'd give him credits for the effort of making  the crowd disappear too. I clicked my tongue but later on grinned. What kind of prank was it? I got a little excited to know what to see at the end of the tunnel.

"Asraaaaaa!"

I called out for the nth time. I was aimlessly walking that I didn't realize I already bumped to a hulking figure. The smell of Myrrh...

"Muriel! Have you seen my sneaky magician?" 

He looked away as soon as I met his eyes. He didn't reply. He just walked away. I followed him with my eyes but then he stopped his tracks, reluctantly beckoning me to join him. And I did. And I couldn't believe what my eyes were seeing. Asra really did execute a massive prank for me because the whole Vesuvia seemed empty of people. I was beginning to get confused when I still didn't see anyone, but when we turned to a corner, leading to which I presume is the docks, an enthralling scenery surprised me.

My fellow Vesuvians were scattered on the side. The middle was empty and I supposed I would be walking there, and I was right. I let out a confused noise when they suddenly started singing all together. Their voices were harmonious that it somehow made my heart feel lighter than it already was. I could spot a few familiar faces.

Selasi, our favorite baker, then came up to me, handing me something. I was surprised that it wasn't bread but a bouquet of my favorite flowers. I thanked him, but before I could ask furthermore, he hastily ran back to the crowd.

"Muriel, what's going on?"

What did I expect? He didn't even turn around. I guessed I wouldn't be having any answers until I see the mastermind behind all of this.

I spotted Aisha and Salim in the crowd. They gave me a meaningful smile, a sly look on their faces. I smiled back and proceeded to walk down the center even if I had no idea what was happening. Their attentions were all on me. It made me feel overwhelmed, as if I was the star of Vesuvia. And jeez, was the Countess and all the other courtiers somewhere in the crowd?

Speaking of, I soon found Nadia standing in a corner. Her elegant figure stood out the most. I was taken aback when she walked to me, and I received a bouquet of flowers once again. She gave me a playful look and then weaved herself through the crowd. I soon spotted Portia, and she did the same thing to me, winking afterwards. 

And by the time I had reached Julian standing in the middle of the docks, my arms were already full of bouquets, but he gave a blind eye to that and proceeded to put another bouquet on top of the rest that I could barely see what's in front of me. And as I expected, the strain in my arms made the bouquets fall to the ground. I regretfully looked at them. But just as I was about to pick them up, Julian intercepted, swaying his long, lanky arms that almost hit my face.

"Whoops! No no no no. We can't have our main star doing the work here, can we?"

He flashed a shameless grin and started picking up the bouquets. I didn't argue and instead chuckled. Then as I lifted my gaze, I finally saw Asra, standing at the edge and giving me a look as if to tell "I'm expecting you."

He smiled at me as I ran into him, completely forgetting the fact that he's at the edge. One slight move and he would fall into the water. But something unusual happened. 'Asra' bursted into fizzy bubbles and tiny butterflies that soon engulfed me, making me giggle. And once they gave way, I was greeted by a bunch of tiny ballerinas which emerged from the water. They were careful not to get too close and drench my clothes. My smile grew even wider as I recalled my dream. There were also dancing ballerinas surrounding me, but bigger. Asra must had taken note of that to pull the trick off.

I pivoted, seeing 'Asra' give me another bouquet of flowers. But they were much larger than the ones my friends had given to me. The other half was drenched though since it was given to me by the water in which Asra shaped himself to.

"[MC]." I heard a boisterous call, making me turn around for the nth time, and that time I finally saw the real Asra. Solid and radiating an immense aura of magic. Joyous but somehow perplexed. I threw myself at him, and we bursted into giggles.

"My, my.. You really know how to pull a trick off your sleeves. Is this really the real you, or are you just another one of his illusions?"

"I'm the real one you know," His airy voice tickled my ears. There was a playful tone in his voice. "Want me to prove it?"

"N-Not in front of everyone!" I flushed but eventually cleared my throat. "Uhm, mind explaining yourself? Please tell me what's gotten into your mind to do this."

He only gave me a smug look, but later on evaded my gaze as a blush crept on his face. The crowd had already stopped singing. They were silent and watching us as if expecting something huge to happen. I looked at my friends, who were only giving me playful looks. I frowned, but then it hit me. 

Or I might just be assuming things. It was just a massive prank, right? Asra didn't do it because of...

"[MC]."

"Yeees?"

"I.. You know how much I care for you.. Right?"

I heard someone in the crowd squeal.

"Yes. You told me about it when.. when we were at the fountain... during the most recent masquerade." I blushed as I reminisced the scene. It made my heart flutter when he told me that he loves me. It filled me with joy. We've been through a lot...

"We've been through a lot of adventures ever since we defeated the Devil. And I treasure the memories that we keep on making... I find it better to go on adventures with you by my side rather than going alone," He looked at me and smiled. It was my turn to look away due to our faces' proximity. "You showed me a different perspective of the world, [MC], and I can't imagine living a life without you anymore. I feel like as long as we're together, we'll be able to overcome anything." 

My heart erratically beated as he said those words. A mixture of Aww's and other complements came from the crowd, but Asra didn't seem to mind. He was staring at me. And only at me.

"I love you, [MC]. And I'll keep on loving you.." He widened the distance between us a little, kneeling down and as if searching for something in his pocket. I didn't know how red my face was at the time. I felt like exploding.

He really was doing it.

He was proposing to me.

Asra stopped his search and shyly looked around, but he was somehow distressed. 

"Now where did I put it...." He looked down, facepalming. "Faust, where are you? I told you not to play with it."

At the mention of her name, Faust slithered towards him, something shiny in her mouth. Asra chuckled and scolded her as she took refuge in his sleeve. Then, he averted his gaze back to me, his eyes gleaming with hope and love.

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you, [MC]. And I hope you do too... Will you marry me?"

He showed me the ring that flashed the colors of the rainbow before my very eyes. Milliseconds after he said that the crowd started cheering and squealing, and I didn't even utter my answer yet, and I couldn't due to all the noise. Portia took care of it though.

"HEY! Did we actually hear what [MC] said? QUIET!" And the noise dissipated. 

The more I looked at Asra, the more I realized how nervous he actually was. Even with a brave facade, I could still see through him. We were blushing so bad as he waited for my answer. But I felt like I couldn't speak at the time. I was overwhelmed with euphoria that I couldn't bring myself to utter a single word or even move. It took me a few seconds to calm myself, responding to his question with a smile.

"D-Do you even have to ask?"

"Is that a yes?"

"Of course it is! Yes! I'll marry you!"

Asra stood up with a wide, genuine smile as he put the ring on my finger. It was filled with an intricate design, the pattern carved meticulously. I was so amazed at how detailed it was. I looked at it with awe. I couldn't believe what was hapenning. I might've swooned.

"Good. I was beginning to think you wouldn't.."

"Why wouldn't I?"

"I don't know." Asra laughed, pulling me into a kiss. His magic surged into me and when he pulled away, he immediately took me in his embrace. The crowd started cheering once again that I could barely hear myself over it.

"Did you make the ring?"

"Yes. Did you like it?"

"Like it? I love it!" I flushed against his chest.

"The ring only?"

"Psh, of course you too! I love you, Asra!"

He chuckled and intertwined our fingers. I blushed even more. If I could explode, I already would've.

"I love you too. I loved you ever since."

"Asra! Stop making me blush.."

"But I was just stating facts! Right Faust?"

"Right!"

He really couldn't fail to make me blush, to create butterflies and grow flowers inside me, and to make my heart feel light and filled with pure bliss.

We were engaged, and I couldn't wait to see what the future stores for us.

The future that includes him and I, completely contented with each other's presence.

[bangtanpromptsfics]

acacia.

dialogue prompt #1: “Is this illegal?”

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: f2l, fluff

word count: 1,590

warnings: alcohol consumption, swearing

summary: jungkook is in love with his best friend who would date anybody but him

a/n: these are meant to be for writing practice. feedback is greatly appreciated. it's really short but I hope you like this!! prompt is inspired from pinterest.

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“Is this illegal?”

Jungkook realises you are dumb, especially with all that alcohol from the party, or more so even without it. 

He takes a sip of his beer and tries to construct a safe sentence which won't come out as rude.

“Bitch”. Well he tried. “You want to rob someone? That too his Balenciaga jacket? ”

You are referring to Namjoon who is busy chatting up girls with his dimples and loads of knowledge, for which he is mostly known. Redefining sexy or something on that line. 

He was hosting this party for reasons you don't remember now anyways, it has something to do with his never ending list of achievements. And he basically invites most of the population of college. I mean free drinks so, whatever. 

“I'm cold Kook, and his jacket looks so warm. He didn't give it when I asked him politely, so let's steal it”, you slur, shifting your body weight around enough to not have your face planted on the floor. 

“You asked him? ”, he squeaks. “You can have mine”, he is removing his denim jacket in the next second, with a look of amuse of course and drapes it over your shoulder, “feeling better?”

“Yes!”, you begin to chime, “It smells like you too!”

Jungkook’s cheeks warm up instinctively. Though sometimes you are a pain in the ass, especially drunk, he had never complained about it. He shoots death glares and unpleasant nose scrunches of course, but nothing more. He'd been your friend for so long, so he should've been used to the random appreciation you give him. He should be immune to your flirty laughs, the way you look absolutely endearing with his hoodie on your small frame and definitely not clench his fist in jealousy when you go out for dates. 

Probably a very cliche best friend in one-sided love story, but he feels so much more complications than that. He was going to confess ages ago, but since you are dumb as I said, would jump around random guys, scare them off with your mouth and wonder why you are single. 

At times he wants to blow a punch to his face, like now, for being so crazy about his best friend, and being limited to only give you some sort of bro love until it's alas the final year of college and he completely misses the chance when you go to Paris for career. 

“Talk something Kookie”, you bump shoulders together to catch the boy's attention who is in deep thought. He was indulgent in walking you to your dorm, and it reaches by ten minutes, and he really just want to fucking kiss you before you go, but he can't. 

He faces you when you rest your face on his shoulder. “What are you thinking about hm?”, you ask. 

“Nothing”. Liar. 

“Well then I have something to say”, you remove your face and gaze on the ground, feeling a little sad already. 

For a second he is hopeful and he doesn't know why. “What about?”

“Yesterday’s date”. Ouch. But as always he is trying his best, “Oh totally forgot about it. How did it go? Any luck? ”

“He stood me up. That asshole didn't even show up. I guess he just wanted sex”, you kick a pebble out of frustration while Jungkook wants to kick his face. It breaks him that he doesn't stand a chance to show you how much you can be loved. That you are more than the body all boys crave and go. 

This time he kicks a pebble, and it jumps fairly up to land on some car’s window. 

“Careful”, you chuckle, “I don't have money for concession”.

“Y/n, why don't you understand when I say someone is playing you? I always warn you, but you choose to do your bullshit anyway”. He is aggressive, but he's just sad; broken. And even though you get it, it sets you off. 

“I am trying to find my soul mate”.

Jungkook couldn't help but laugh out loud, he thinks you are so innocent, so naive to let people run you over because of how soft your heart is. He even bends a little to catch his knees to support himself. 

“What?”, you scoff, crossing your hands across the chest. 

“You want to go on a date?”, he asks. And it takes him off guard too, more than you. But he seemed confident for the first time. Probably because the sober you doesn't remember the drunk you even in the slightest, or perhaps he thinks it'll go right. 

“Date?”, you repeat, “With you?”

“Yeah”

“Like… right now?”

“Yes”, he puts out his hand, waiting for you to join hands. 

What's the worst thing that's going to happen anyways? It's Jungkook, that one person who would give his life to protect you. 

He doesn't say anything for the rest of the walk. It's a bit rushed because he can't simply wait. A whole thunderstorm is rushing inside his veins and he wants to make everything about this just perfect. So perfect that you forget about every date you have ever been too. 

This is surely not the best date he had planned if he ever took you out, but it sounds alright on his mind and wishes it does the same on yours too. 

After a stroll, you're waiting for Jungkook behind some rented building. He returns with a ladder; enough to make it to the first floor. 

He makes sure to stand behind you and assure your safety. The rest of the way up was stairs, several tiring floors and heavy breath. 

He observes your face forms an ‘O’ out of surprise. 

At the rooftop of this building sits the most beautiful view of the city and thankfully starry sky to make things better. 

It's Jungkook’s self-reflection space to be exact. There were things he shared with you of course, you were each other's shoulder to cry on, but ever since he caught feelings for you, he is just afraid he'll end up ranting into a sudden confession and ruin the friendship. 

So he found other ways to cope. You however were convinced that it was some sort of “change” over time. Everyone changes and you believed it was just something of that sorts. 

“It's so beautiful! ”, you grin, “How come you never bring me here you meanie! ”, you smack his arm as you sit down on the ground beside him. 

“I was going too! ”, he fights back,  rubbing his arm. 

“This is a perfect date”, you begin after some moment of silence, “how come you don't go for relationships!? Girls will be so happy to be treated this way! ”

The first part of the sentence makes his chest warm out of pride, but it collapses to where it was before as you end. 

He just knows you'll never know how he feels unless he just says it, without beating around the bush. 

He doesn't say anything and instead gets up to take two cans of beer he had hid somewhere. You are way past your alcohol limit and acting knowingly for once, you reject. 

He opens his and chugs down half of it in one go. 

“Woah… hey Kookie you alright? ”, he flinches when your palm presses against his shoulder. 

“I want to kiss you really bad”.

Bad line of start. 

Your cheeks burn and turn vibrant shades of scarlet, expecting anything but that. But the more you continue to look at him, the more ethereal he looks; attractive, and someone definitely not deserving of petty friend zoning. 

He feels a pair of lips on his cheeks, startling him. He turns around to see your face breathtakingly close. 

He is really slow, studying every clue you give, once he is certain he is doing this with consent, he places both of his palms on your cheek and leans in. 

Jungkook wants to pinch himself because he thinks he is sleeping and it's just another one of his blissful day dreams. But when you nibble on his bottom lip, he thinks maybe not. You are really here, hands on his hair and kissing him. He holds your head more firmly as he begins to dominate the kiss, ambitious to let you know what he had been thinking about you for the past several years. 

His lips are flushed and glossy when you break off of him, but hands still on his body, on his shoulder, taking your time to catch your breath. 

“Y/n...I hope it's clear now. I like you. Like… . I really like you. And it had been killing me for years whenever I see you going behind other guys, sleeping with them just because they agree to take you on a date. Please Y/n, will you give me a…chance”.

Since the author had enough of Y/n’s dumbness as well, the story continues with Y/n accepting him, realising how blind she was. 

You feel already intoxicated by his lips so you give it a peck and hug him, “Yes Koo. And I'm sorry, for all this, and thank you so much for this date, I am looking forward to our second one”, you beam. 

He finds it cute how you think soulmates exist. He doesn't know about all that. He just knows you can make him happy and every heartbreak for you was worth it. So he smiles and nods, nothing conveyed after, until he takes you back to your dorm and kisses you one last time for the day. 

Thank you so much for reading!!

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[killjoysfromyesterday]

day twelve of @badthingshappenbingo !

prompt: struggling against the caretaker

word count: 828

⚠️please use caution of your own triggers before reading prompts on the board.

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doc's crew's waiting. they're losing this firefight and the dracs are pooling in swarms. they need to go. where the hell is jet? doc should've known better than to bring him to a firefight with the exterminators here. they had probably already skinned him alive. hell, he's only fourteen, he doesn't need to be seeing this.

when doc finds him, he's watching a figure disappear into a cloud of dust kicked up by a drac bike. his fists are balled up and he's ready to give chase, and then the figure looks back, and doc can see the figure's face.

it's an exterminator. the exterminator who killed jet's parents. how doc knows? the poster on jet's bedroom wall, the one he throws knives at when he's angry. doc always thought it was morbid, but he never stopped him. maybe he should've, now that he thinks about it. witch, they need to go.

"jet. we need to go, they're almost on top of us." doc mutters, putting a hand on jet's shoulder. he hopes it passes off as a comforting gesture and not the way doc's praying to the witch jet doesn't run after the crow, because jet’s faster than anyone in the crew.

"i need to finish this, need to make him pay-" jet starts, and when he breaks his gaze from the exterminator to look back at doc, his eyes are filled with fire that doc can't even describe. he looks rabid. ignited like a dog on a rabbit chase.

"we don't have time. please, jet, c'mon." doc begs, grip on jet's shoulder tightening. jet's head whips back to where the figure was, before jolting forward.

"jet, stop!" the dracs are practically sealing their deathwish now. if they don't get to the car, their next destination will be the mailbox. doc can barely keep his grip on jet.

"let go of me!" jet's tugging as hard as he can, but doc grabs him, hugging the boy tight against his chest. jet's ray gun drops to the sand.

"i'm not giving up on you!”

"get off! get off of me, please, just let me go find him, please-!" jet’s voice is breaking, and he struggles down until they’re practically on the ground, doc still restraining him with all his will.

"jet, we need to-!"

doc's cut off by an explosion that leaves them both slamming backwards in the sand, it feels like the world's crashing into open air and the impact knocks the wind out of their lungs. there’s the light of fuel and sand being tossed into the air, but the dust has already cleared.

doc doesn't know what detonated the bomb, but this zone is known for having faulty landmines that never detonated after the helium wars. he knows stories of people getting blown to pieces. looks like it happened here, too, except this time it was dracs. and dozens of them.

they didn't take the brunt force of the explosion, in fact, it seems the explosion itself was somewhat small; but when doc finally rises, all the dracs around them are dead. jet's still in shock, and doc shakes him awake lightly.

"c'mon. we need to get out of here." doc's voice is grim as he surveys the surroundings. the white coats of dead dracs are stained with dust and blood, setting a gruesome scene.

"where'd he go?" jet asks once he's woken from his stupor, wiping a bit of blood off his forehead.

"give it up, jet." doc sighs.

"no, where did he go?" jet's still insistent.

"you're delusional! you think getting your revenge is gonna solve everything, you're just killing another person over an old grudge?" doc snaps.

"old grudge? he made me a fucking orphan! besides, you always tell me crows don't deserve to be called humans."

"every time i think you've grown up, you come back to this selfish little dream of yours-"

"i hate you." jet cuts him off, voice sharp as daggers. doc stands there, dumbfounded. his adopted son doesn’t have a trace of regret in his tone, staring numbly back at doc. jet’s eyes are watering, and doc doubts that it’s just the dust.

never, in the four years doc has raised jet, has jet said that he hated him. it cuts deep. where’s the timid ten year old he found all those years ago? the scrappy, broken orphan in the alleyway behind tommy’s? doc can scarcely recognize jet now.

jet turns away, eyes dull and defeated, picking his gun up and dusting the sand from the barrel. doc tries to find something to say. it feels like his brain has been rattled by the explosion.

maybe this is what jet was always destined for. self destruction in the name of revenge. doc needs to get through to him, stop him before he becomes a martyr for no one but himself.

because at the end of the day, jet, an eye for an eye makes the world blind.

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[aestheticsuwu]

🛋 I Wish I Didn't Care All The Time 🛋

F.W.B AU! Klarker

Clark Barker x Jack Kline

.... ..... ..... ..... ..

Many people have many opinions on F.W.B , but one opinion that is mainly seen and heard is that at the end it tends to blow up at your face .

Jack wasn't one to get involve into some shit that he will regret . On the other hand , his best friend Clark has done some shit that have gotten both of them in trouble .

Keep in mind half the time Jack wouldn't be involved and he somehow get caught red handed . He blames it all on Clark , well that's his excuse cause he doesn't want to get the wrath of his parents .

Sure he can ignore the raven man and hang with his other friends and live a simple , relaxing life . The problem is that Jack doesn't quite have other friends . He just has his older sister Claire . And her friends only talk to him out of pity .

He met Clark in high school when the guy tried to convince him to do the class project all by himself . From then on they sorta clicked , they were inseparable.  Many people thought they were dating .

He wasn't blind , his friend was attractive and by all the times Clark had told him he was hot . He could see why people thought that they were a couple , the latter was quite touchy .

And it wasn't like it never crossed his mind , but the thing was Clark is basically fuck boy . He doesn't do relationships , the only thing he can commit is to drugs,  food , and music .

On the other hand he didn't have a problem with commitment issues , but all his relationships just never seem to work out . The problem mainly being Clark , that's what his exes would tell him .

" Fuck them , they dont know what their missing out , And being honest she was annoying . " 

That was always his response , pointing out what he didn't like about the person .

" you don't like no one " it was like a relative

thing . He wasn't lying when he mentioned about his failed attempt at love .

" I like you , don't I " Rolling his eyes , as the raven haired holds him close . All he can do is take in the somehow soothing smell of cigarettes and cologne .

.....

Being in college is frustrating , mainly being filled overload with homework , essays , projects , and you can't forget anxiety . Jack was just overwhelmed , he just wanted to go home to his dad's and listen to them bicker . Have a fight with Claire about anything , help his father with his garden and watch the bees .

He wants to spend time with his uncle Sam maybe playing football , even he's terribly bad at it . Laugh with his aunt Eileen,  when Sam and Dean get competitive over who's actually winning .  he just wants to be with his family .

Thank God break is coming soon , if not he would've exploded . When he mentions it to Clark,  he just say he's probably frustrated because  he hasn't gotten any action . He usually just throws his pillow at him .

..... ...... .....

It wasn't the first time he seen his friend drunk , it was after all was a constant thing he would do . Watching as his friend struggle to take of his jacket and stumbling to go lay down , it wasn't no surprise when he had fell down . He also couldn't help but laugh along with Clark.

" seems like you had a fun night , here let me help you " Helping him stand up , he starts to remove his jacket .

" Fuck yeah I did , you should've have gone . You could've released some of your pent up frustration . "  Clark spoke as he looked at the blonde .

" can you not , just be glad you did . God you reek of ciggaretes . I don't know when your gonna learn when to stop smoking .

Hold on I'm gonna help you change , please try not to fall . "

removing the other boy shirt , he walks to the drawer taking out what he needs . returning to the now slighty naked drunk .

" I missed you "

" i missed you too . you should lay down.  " turning around to lay down , he was stopped .

" can you lay with me tonight . please . "

 Clark asked still holding on to his wrist . as they both layed down , he didn't know why his heart was beating so fast . Maybe it was the way his friend was looking at him or how all he can think of how was to kiss him . But there was that warning bell

going off his mind warning him to not cross the line . but by the time he was gonna acknowledge it , Clark had started kissing him .

He wasn't the one to be blamed , if you were being kissed by the same person who was incredibly a good kisser you would also ignore all the warning signs .

His lips tasted like beer and cigarettes.  Clothes were thrown across the room . Darker hands roamed gently across soft pale skin , Holding him down firmly . As he racked his nails down the ravens back from the pleasure he was receiving.  And he should've known everything wouldn't be the same after that night .

.... .... ....

The morning after , Jack got his ass up from the bed and quickly left as he could . Scared he had to face him . cursing himself for being so weak , he shouldve have stopped . He knew he should go back to his dorm and got talk to Clark,  but it didn't mean he couldn't avoid it for a few more hours .

walking in the dorm , he expected to see the latter in the room but he was nowhere to be seen . So he sat down and waited . minutes after minutes then  turned to hours . Might as well get started with his paper that was due this week .

It was dark when he heard the door open . looking up from his computer , watching as Clark walk in . Obviously ignoring him , he went straight to bathroom . They didn't spoke at all , just Jack watching him change . but he didn't once look at him .

Right he was about to step out , he just quickly spoke and left .

" I'm going out , don't wait up "

The silence didn't quite helped him feel better .It made him feel like shit , it just made it worse when he started to cry .

.... .... ....

All he can see was darkness , he kept glancing at the clock . The time was just there mocking him as if it knew he was waiting for someone that might not come . checking again it was still 2 : 00 AM like it was two seconds ago .So he just turned on the lights .

Coming to the conclusion that the raven haired  was probably in someone else's bed . He gets out of bed  to turn off the lights , the door opens .

" your awake , I thought you were asleep already ."  a surprised look coming across his face .

" I was going to , I was just ......... " silence overtook the conversation .  they just standed for a good minute until Clark spoke but didn't even look at his direction .

" alright . night . "

Shame crept up in his skin , he knew he should've kept his mouth shut . but the words just tumbled out his mouth .

" you had fun ? I mean by looks of it . "

finishing getting undress , he responds by shrugging . not being able to stand the cold shoulder , he tries again but unfortunately that's when his tears started to come in .

"  Jack ,  are you crying ? "

startled by the voice , he looks up. He didn't even notice when his friend came closer.  He latches on to the older boy ,not wanting the other to leave him . feeling Clark hold him tight and giving him a kiss on his temple made him calm down .

Later that night they talked and both agreed it was an  amazing beautiful mistake but both knew it would affect their friendship . So they agreed to move on , keep going with their life's. 

Unfortunately , Clark haven't been able to sleep with anyone else after night. It seemed nobody was good enough for him . It just seemed pointless , and he doesn't want to remember when he try to have sex but he couldn't get it up .

So it lead him to masturbating and smoking . But he couldn't do it because he didn't have time to do so . And it seemed both him and Jack were playing a game that they didn't even know the rules to .

All broke loose when he saw a guy try to give Jack his number in front of him . HE was just boiling and it was like the blonde knew what it was doing to him . He started flirting back with that dumbass .

When they both got back to the dorm , they locked the door .

The next day they both went to find the guy and jack had to explain to the guy he wasnt interested , not because what had happen in that same day .

And if Clark had a smug smirk all day nobody mentioned it

.... ....

They agreed on a Friend with benefits agreement . There were rules that had to be followed so at the end their friendship wouldnt get ruined .

* 1 . Don't tell anyone

* 2 . once feelings start to form they had to call it quits

* 3 . They're aren't allowed to sleep with anyone else 

( Jack agreed with that one right away , he wasn't trying to catch a disease or something . well that's what he kept telling himself .)

* 4 . They can stop whenever the other doesn't want to continue .

* 5 . Always ask consent !

Jack was really proud he came up with that , even if Clark retorted

" I think when your all over me it should be more clear that you want me to F- "

covering his mouth he ends the conversation to point out their first time .

 " you were the one that had  asked me the first time .:

And well they couldn't quite finish the list , because one kiss lead to another and well how can you blame Clark when the blonde was smiling at him like that .

When both come to the conclusion that had fallen way before they had come to the point they were . The blonde tries to show the other , how maybe they didn't have to be just friends . While the other pretends , it all just distraction like playing a board game .

Even if it broke Clark's heart having to remind himself , it was just that and nothing more .

...... ..... .....

there should be more klarker fic

[shybre22]

Now for part two I will be doing Ichihime.

Honestly I knew Ichihime would be endgame from early on in the manga and series.

A lot of IR claim that Ichihime doesnt make sense or that they have no development..which at this point I think this is what any anti for any pairing in every anime say.. because that's obviously not true at all.

Even from the very beginning.. not only do we know that Orihime likes Ichigo, but Ichigo seems to pay attention to Orihime, extra close at times.

In this panel, he admits that he worries about her and watching her wears him out with worry, he even wonders if she's really alright. Now its important to remember that this is fairly earlier in the story and at this time Orihime is only an acquaintance at best..but here he is worrying about her.

Not only does he notice her getting hurt...but during the Fullbringer arc he said that she was more likely to get followed or stalked than him when Orihime asked if anyone has been following him.

Hell he's even offered to walk her home.

Weird considering they're only acquaintances at this point right? While I know it's rare for the shounen protagonist to have a crush right off the bat..for arguments sake let's say you look at ichihime interactions with the idea that Ichigo has some sort of crush on Orihime. I feel like his interactions with her make more sense throughout the series and keep this I mind through this post.

Now antis always love to say that Orihime didn't understand Ichigo or couldn't encourage him like Rukia could..but..

Here! Even Tatsuki who has known him since childhood couldn't tell it wasnt Ichigo or his other friends.. but Orihime does notice..she knows that's not him right away.

And here Orihime right away knew he wasn't acting like himself...even Tatsuki was impressed, she said it took her years to figure that out.

Oh yeah she cant encourage him right?? Not only did she give Ichigo the resolve to go save Rukia..but during the Grimmjow fight.. Ichigo was so afraid of frightening Orihime with his mask that he wasn't focusing on the battle.. know think about that..he was so scared to frighten Orihime he wasn't fighting..knowing he could die or get really hurt.

I also hear antis say that Orihime is horrible for being scared of Ichigo when he was still fighting to save her but they need to understand that in the first few chapters of bleach..Orihime was attacked by her brother..her beloved brother, the only family she ever had before he died and he attacked her..as a hollow..and now she's looking at the man she loves with a hollow mask and she's afraid FOR him not necessarily OF him..she's afraid he'll turn completely hollow( which is fair, considering he does later during the ulquiorra fight).

Then all she had to say " please dont die..you dont have to fight for me and you dont have to win..just please dont get hurt". And Ichigo was ready to fight for real..then beat Grimmjow.

She was also able to feel his pain somehow and knew he was crying when he got his powers stolen despite her being far away from him at the time.

Not to mention at this time she was brainwashed by Tsukishima making her and Chad think Ichigo was the one going crazy, but even though she was brainwashed to think it was Tsukishima who she loved..her heart knew better and still felt Ichigo's pain even without seeing him.

Not to mention she was able to see he had a plan to defeat Ywach just from one look into his eyes.

So yeah.. Orihime does understand Ichigo more than most..and just because Rukia does too doesnt mean he should be with her.

And on Ichigo's side antis also say he doesn't care about Orihime only Rukia..and if he does care it's only because Ichigo is protective of his friends.

Now it's clear through the whole series that Ichigo does care about all his friends..but it's also apparent that Ichigo does hold Orihime to a different standard.

This is not far into the story..at this point they are still only classmates and only a few pages ago Ichigo refused to take over Rukia's Soul reaper duties..until he found out a hollow was after Orihime.

Or when Yammy and Ulquiorra hurt Orihime..they also hurt Tatsuki and Chad but he was shown to be obsessing over Orihime ( despite the fact she could literally reverse her injuries) and the fact Tatsuki was a human with no powers should've made him worry over her more..but he felt so guilty for not protecting Orihime he couldn't even look her in the eyes..it got so bad that Rukia made him go to her and look her in the eye and he vowed to never let anyone hurt her again, pluse he didn't apologize to anyone else..just Orihime. I also find it funny how Rukia seems to be a ichihime shipper while her fans hate Orihime and want her to be with Ichigo..I find it funny.

Then we all know how hurt he was when Orihime got taken to Hueco Mundo.. Yes I understand he did rescue Rukia as well but he even said its because he owed her..and he did he owe her his and his families lives..and she was his friend and only on death row because of him. But with Orihime she chose to go to protect her friends and Ichigo had no obligations to her other than she was his friend..

He also walked around like a zombie not even caring when Tatsuki beat the hell out of him asking where Orihime was. He even yelled and threw a fit at the captain commander(you know the strongest soul reaper alive) for suggesting she was a traitor..

He even went against the entire soul society wishes (as a substitute soul reaper no less) to go find Orihime in Hueco Mundo.

One of my favorite scenes is when Ichigo was hurrying to go help Chad and Rukia who were badly injured at the time..when Ulquiorra appears and tries to goad him into a fight.. nothing works until Ulquiorra mentions he was the one who brought Orihime to Hueco Mundo ..which in turn infuriates Ichigo and he swings his sword at him in a blind rage..(remember he was supposed to be helping Chad and Rukia who were injured) but he was so angry that he was the one who brought Orihime there...he didn't say he hurt her or tortured her...he only said he brought her. And. Ichigo. Flipped.

One of my other favorite scenes is when he almost literally rises from near death to get Grimmjow's hands off of Orihime

LET GO OF HER! Was the first thing he says never mind he was almost dead a few minutes ago and still can barely stand. And look at that face his eyes mean business.

And of course one of the most epic Ichihime moments is when Ulquiorra defeats Ichigo and kills him.. he hears Orihime calling for help as Ulquiorra advances to her.. and as he's dying he hears her and tells himself he needs to help her and protect her..even in death he needs to protect her. And yes I'm aware that his inner hollow is the one keeping him from dying..but the only reason Hichigo doesnt completely take over Ichigo and lose his humanity was his will to protect Orihime. Ichigo was chanting " help her", "help her", over and over like a mantra..that's was the last shred of his humanity and even his last shred of humanity wanted nothing more than to protect Orihime.

Not only is Ichigo extra protective of Orihime..but he get flustered around her too.

Like during The Thousand Year Blood War Arc.. when Ichigo was asked by Chad if he liked Orihime's outfit ( Which was very revealing..especially in the boob area) and Ichigo was blushing like an idiot of course.

While most antis swear it's just because Orihime is very beautiful and has a very large chest..remember Chad or Uryu didn't react despite them being males as well..just Ichigo.

Not only that but all of Ichigos enemies always use Orihime to bait him into fights. Enemies like Grimmjow, Nnotora, Ulquiorra, and even Ginjo..they all taunted him about how he was so determined to protect Orihime that they would use her presence to push Ichigo into fighting them.

Antis also claim that they didn't develop.. they went from classmate acquaintances to friends fighting side by side in battle. Orihime went from being shy and stuttering and being nervous in his room to borrowing manga from him and just marching in his room and both teasing each other. Ichigo also went from wanting to protect Orihime by leaving her on the side lines and out of harm's way.. to trusting her to be his shield in battle.

IR"s also claim that Rukia is better than Orihime because she's stronger. Now I know Rukia is strong no doubt..especially when she finally releases her bankai. But for most of the series she hardly does anything..even my husband noticed she only won like two or three fight the whole series and most of the time she was so beat up after she looks like she lost the fight. I'm not trying to talk down on Rukia I love her actually.. it's just is you go back and read the manga..Rukia didn't do much either.. plus Orihime actually has a really really OP power she just doesn't have the heart to hurt anyone so she usually uses her shield or healing, but just like Rukia they didn't do much with her powers.

In the end Ichihime had quite a bit of development..I'm not saying Rukia and Ichigo didnt have a bond..because they had a strong one..but that doesn't always mean romantic..I always felt it was more brother/ sister type than anything. But if you go back and look at all of the Ichihime moments you'll realize their bond as well..you'll realize that Orihime was always their during the really important times and fights.. like the Grimmjow fight, Ulquiorra, fight, the Nnotora fight, his Fullbringer training, his Visored training, and she stood side by side with him in the Ywach fight.

He was actually separated from Rukia more than he was with her..even when they were in the same places..they were always separated. Kubo..I feel made it very clear from early on that ichihime would be endgame..I feel some people were just in denial.