#and i was supposed to travel up last week but i got ill with a corona/cold/the flu kinda thing and that’s obvi an absolute no to be around

[honeyednights]

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[i-like-writing-stuff]

retirement [five hargreeves x reader]

a/n: hi guys! it’s been a while hehe, so i hope ull enjoy this short x reader with the one and only five yall know i love sm, homeboy did not disappoint this season neither lmao. season 3 just premiered and i already have finished it:( 

can i just say

WHAT THE ACTUAL FVUCK

either way, id b happy to discuss with yall opinions and such and also feel free to leave requests! 

ill leave warnings at the beginning of each imagine if it shall be the case

i.e. this imagine takes place right in the first episode!!

also, forgive my english, havent really spoken in a while and dont even get me started on the writing 

enjoy besties!

summary: now that the second apocalypse is over, five and y/n can finally retire and maybe finally make their moves?

“You know, Five... Sometimes I do wish I’d never met you,” You took a sip from your wine, watching as the preteen in question rolled his eyes playfully at you.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re a delight as well, Y/N,” He nonchalantly dismissed you, continuing to eat his Chinese takeout.

After surviving not one, but two apocalypses alongside Five Hargreeves and his siblings, you guys wound up back in your timeline, only to find out your trip to the 60s caused some changes in the present, such as Sir Reginald Hargreeves deciding against adopting Luther, Diego, Klaus, Ben, Allison, Viktor and Five, and instead some seven other dickheads with superpowers.

Your encounter was far from pleasant. 

Six months ago you were planning to retire from the Commission, since you were almost sixty and had had your fair share of missions, so you figured one last task with your partner, Five, would be the good way to end things. Well, one thing led to another and instead of taking out JFK, you woke up in 2019, in your preteen body, in an unknown backyard with unknown people, who turned out to be your partner’s siblings.

One thing led to another and you guys bonded over the span of 10 days in an attempt to save the world, but that is a story for another time. 

After those 10 days, you time traveled once again and woke up in 1963, alone, in a school. Some teacher found you and took you in, thinking you were a lost 13 year old girl, but then again, that is a story for another time.

Six months passed until you reunited with the Hargreeves siblings in yet another attempt to save the world.

Two more weeks and you were back in 2019, but things did not go according to plan. 

“Still don’t understand how you two have not banged yet,” Klaus shook his head disappointed, as Diego and Luther couldn’t help but not in agreement.

You tried not to blush, but Klaus’ bluntness always got the best of you. Spending this time with Five on top of being a teen again took a toll on you. You’ve known Five for long before the apocalypse. When the Handler recruited him, she trusted you to be his partner, since you were basically her right hand. The bickering was there even back then, but these past six months you started seeing him with different eyes, in a different light.

“I’d rather choke on chopsticks,” You were quick to deny any indecent thought, “You’re sick, by the way.”

“And you’re sixty, so bye,” Klaus smirked, hopping from his stool.

“Too retired to even bother,” Five shrugged his shoulders, watching as his two other brothers followed Klaus.

“I’m gonna get more food,” Luther lightly shrugged his shoulders, making his way to the buffet.

“I refuse to third wheel 13 year olds,” Diego stated, scratching the back of his neck.

You watched confused as the three men all left the table, leaving you alone with Five, who did not seem bothered at all. 

“I’ll never get used to your brothers,” You shook your head, taking another sip from your wine, “You people are too much.”

“Can’t argue with that,” Five scoffed, watching as you were playing with your glass.

“So, retirement, huh?” You changed the subject, “What are your plans now that the world is safe?”

“I didn’t think much of it, to be honest,” Five shrugged, “Weren’t you supposed to retire after the JFK mission? What did you have in mind?”

You smiled softly, looking at your wine, “I was gonna buy a mansion in Italy, 1970s or so... maybe get a dog and cat, start producing my own wine... I don’t know, I didn’t plan much.”

“Of course there’s a lot of wine in your retirement plans,” Five smirked, as you playfully smacked his arm, “Ow!”

“You’re officially banned from visiting me in Italy,” You stated, biting back a chuckle.

“I wouldn’t have wanted to anyway,” Five lightly shrugged his shoulders, not once dropping his smirk, “Besides- you wouldn’t last a day without me.”

“Excuse you?” You scoffed, placing your hand on top of your chest for a more dramatic effect, “Last I checked, you were the one who dragged me along this whacky adventure.”

“Yeah, ‘cause I knew you’d be devastated at the Commission without me,” He replied with the same cocky air as usual, which made you ponder on the situation.

Is this Five’s way of flirting with you? During the time you spent together ever since operation Doomsday started back in the original timeline of 2019, there may have been a few... interesting moments to say the least. Like when he first opened up to you about being worried sick for his siblings, or when he gave you the tightest embrace after reuniting with you in 1963. There was also that time when you two held hands on your way to meet his father. 

Moments like these that you couldn’t help but cherish with utmost happiness, but not once letting yourself get sidetracked. There was an apocalypse going on, neither of you had time for this.

But now?

Now there’s no apocalypse anymore. Granted, there still are some issues that would be best to fix, but it’s not like they’d bring the end of the world if not.

So, why not?

“If I didn’t know you any better, Five Hargreeves,” You smirked, leaning in closer to the boy, with your glass of wine in one hand, “I’d say you are flirting with me.”

Five shook his head amused, watching you sip your precious wine so close to him. If the wine was intoxicating you, you definitely were the one intoxicating him. It took him some while before he could accept that he had feelings for you, but he couldn’t say either that he was surprised when he realized.

He really felt like you were absolutely perfect, no doubt in his mind. 

“And would that bother you?” Five raised a brow, resting his arm on the back of your chair, leaning in even closer.

“I can’t say it would be unpleasant,” You set down your wine, curious to see where this would go.

“You’re such a tease, Y/N,” Five rolled his eyes, “But... I wouldn’t want you any other way.”

“Will you just kiss me already?” You sighed, watching a genuine smile appear on his lips, as he leaned in, connecting your lips at last.

You cupped his face, melting into the long-awaited kiss. On one hand, you couldn’t believe this was finally happening, and on the other hand, you couldn’t believe this was actually happening. You and Five were finally done with apocalypses, trying to save the world and the Commission. 

You could officially both retire.

“Does this mean I can visit you in Italy?” He whispered, as you two pulled away from the kiss, but still painfully close to one another.

“Ah, who can’t last a day without the other now?” You smirked, pulling him into another kiss.

[kyokutsu-sama]

Hi can I request for a fem reader x jushiro where jushiro is very needy the whole day while working with her

Fem reader x Jushiro

Tw: Nsfw content Author's note : Hi !! I hope you like it😊 I really missed writing about him

You had decided to help Jushiro that day, it had been a while since you two worked together and today you made a point of being by his side and helping him with his tasks. He couldn't be happier to have your company.

You went to him in the afternoon and he was still sitting there working, just like you saw him before you left.

"Do you need help?" You approaching him

"No, it's okay. I'm almost done with these" He said, stopping writing to look at you

"You don't need to do this all alone, I'll help you" You said, sitting on his lap and hugging him

"I know but you don't need to worry, I'm already done" He gave you a smile and kissed your forehead

"Well, then I'm going to leave for a while longer so you can concentrate" You whispered in his ear and then kissed his neck a few times before getting up

"There was no need, I love having you around"

"I know but I also have to go and receive some things that have been pending since last week and that you were also supposed to have dealt with previously"

"Yeah, I know... It's been so much work lately that I'm still unsure which of the two will kill me first, whether it's my work or my illness" He chuckled

"Well it really is difficult to decide" You smiled and left the office

He saw you leave and tried to concentrate again, also trying to see if he could alleviate the heat from his body after your lips had traveled to his neck. His neck was his weak point and you knew exactly what to do when you wanted to take him away from that calm side.

You came back at the end of the afternoon after taking care of his affairs and saw him leaning on his chair but this time at least everything had already been done. He smiled when he saw you, happy that you were there again.

"I've already taken care of everything, what about you?" You asked as you approached the table

"Everything is in order now"He said, stretching a little in the chair

"Let me check, you look tired" you said as you checked things to see if he hadn't missed anything

"I don't think I forgot anything"He said while looking at the papers you had in your hands

"Yes, you did everything well" You smiled and put everything as it was

He leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh, you sat down on the table facing him. He couldn't help but admire you who were right in front of him and looked so beautiful at that moment, after pacing back and forth all day away from him he finally celebrated being with you so close.

"Hey, are you awake?" You snapped your fingers close to his face seeing that he appeared to be dreaming awake.

"Yes, I was just... Forget it" He said "waking up"

You got up from the table and sat on his lap while moving his bangs out of his eyes, that was the last straw for him. He hugged your body close to his and kissed you, taking you by surprise. You held the back of his head and followed his lips.

"I needed you so much Y/n" He whispered, moving away from your lips for a moment

"I'm here now" You said before kissing him again

His hands slid down your back until they reached your thighs and took you placing you on the table, while the kiss became more necessary. You passed your hands over his shoulders, sliding the fabric of the kimono until they were exposed, he opened the knot in the fabric to remove it completely, doing the same with the kimono you were wearing and throwing it aside. 

You lifted your hips a little so he could remove your pants, you slid your hands down his back while kissing his neck. The heat he emanated was making you dizzy, he laid you on the table and with his lips he made a trail of kisses from your neck to your exposed breasts, he kissed and tasted the sensitive skin of your nipples. You stroked his hair as he reached down to your thighs and slid the damp fabric down your thighs, he knelt down as he hugged your thighs close to him and delighted in your folds. You moaned when his tongue began to lick you slowly and in a way that made your body arch with pleasure, he was incredibly gentle and loving in everything he did.

He sucked your clit and rolled his tongue there a few times, taking some moans and whimpers from you, he had been wanting you all day and it got worse as the day went on and he wasn't having you the way he wanted. He drank your fluids voraciously when you came and then stood up starting to take off his pants, you sat on the edge of the table and held his shoulders while kissing him. Jushiro took his dick and placed it in you, making you moan against his lips after feeling him inside you, he leaned over you a little and placed one hand on the edge of the table while he began slow thrusts in and out of you.

You held his body close to yours while you let out a few moans close to his ear while he seemed to speed up his movements, he felt on cloud nine because he could feel your insides tightened him so well that it made him want to be inside you even more. You tightened your legs around his waist, feeling the heat of the air increase and his unregulated breathing hitting your neck, his hand pressed the flesh of your thigh, leaving the mark of his fingers digging into your skin. Your nails traced red lines down his back, he released small moans, feeling your touch and that led him to go deeper, you hugged his body closer to yours when you felt your legs become weak and your peak reached with his. He finished inside you and then rested his head in the crook of your neck, you remained hugged to him until you caught your breath, he stroked your hair and kissed the top of your head a few times.

"I missed your touch, love, having you close to me"He whispered, holding both sides of your face

"Me too, I love you so much"

"I love you too"

[stellar-constellations]

ive got 0 idea if you takes reqs, but i recently finished your yuri briar x reader AND IM IN LOVE

so.

we got a slightly sick yuri, but what about an extremely ill y/n that yuri has to take care of ? with his stubborness theres sure to be some aruging

of course, if youre not feelig up to oneshots, some cute headcannons for them whould be awesome !!

youre such a great writer mwah i hope you have a good day !! :3

        Sick! Fem! (Y/N) x Yuri Briar

        This can be read with or without reading my Yuri Briar x Fem! Spy! (Y/N) series: An Alliance (part 1).

Beware! This fic DOES contain SPOILERS for the manga and for the Yuri Briar x Fem! (Y/N) series: An Alliance!

        Setting is AFTER the reader rejoined WISE (so Yuri and (Y/N) are married and [Y/N] becomes an official double-spy).

        I rarely get sick. I think part of that is because of all the viruses and infectious pathogens I've been exposed to growing up. Growing up in the poor side of Luwen, Westalis. Joining the Westalis military and watching as doctors with not enough medical experience or knowledge bullshit their way through life-threatening procedures or even unknown viruses from Ostania get tons of syringes jabbed in their shoulders. Traveling through countries and hiding in sometimes very unhygienic places as a spy. All of those factors has probably helped with my strong immune systems.

        There's been times where I've been sick that it's completely left me bedridden for days, sometimes even a week or two, at a time. Every once in a blue moon, I'd get a common cold or sore throat, but if I can walk, then I can work.

        I figured today must've been one of small common cold days when I woke up with a foul taste in my mouth. You know when you're sick and you have that awful taste when you cough? It's taste like that sour, off-putting taste.

        I ignored the system and buried my head back into my pillow, hearing the annoying alarm shut off thanks to Yuri.

        "(Y/N), it's time to get up." Yuri spoke.

        We've both grown used to this routine now. Yuri spends a good ten minutes trying to drag me out of bed while I lay motionless, purposely ignoring him as I try to go back to bed.

        Today, however, I feel even more tired than usual. It feels awfully hot under these covers and my body feels really sore, almost numb.

        "Come on. Don't start this today! You know we have an important meeting with the Director!" Yuri groaned, getting back on the bed to crawl over to my side and grabbing my arm.

        Right, the meeting with the Director. I'm supposed to go over there and discuss any new information on WISE in correlation to the chase with Winston Wheeler (and Twilight).

        Me and Yuri finally healed up enough to where we can be sent back to work. I was getting real sick of that liquid diet, I never want to have soup for breakfast, lunch, and dinner ever again (Yuri can agree with me on this). My broken nose is also healed too so now I can stop wearing that stupid bandage.

        Apparently, there's been a security breach in the SSS's latest website and I'm supposed to narrow down a list of potential suspects that could've caused the breach. I contacted The Handler last night and had her conduct a list of unfortunate Ostanian civilians to place blame on. I don't like having to bring innocent people into such matters, but I don't really have a choice. If the SSS finds out I'm still working with WISE, I'm royally screwed. The work the agents in WISE are given is far too important to sacrifice, so unfortunately I'm going to have to trade in unsuspecting civilians in order to keep the peace between Ostania and Westalis.

        I already know the true perpetuator of who caused that security breach; it was me. I needed information on Winston Wheeler so I hacked into the SSS's security files and emails and got information, then I snuck into city hall and got some public files of Ostanian citizens with the information I learned and was able to identify WISE's mole with just a tad bit of luck. The whole operation almost costed me my head with how I almost got exposed as a WISE agent to Yuri in the sewers along with almost dying to Winston (I'll never say this to her face, but thank God that Nightfall came when she did).

        "Fine, fine..." I groaned, moving my hair out of my eyes and slowly sitting up from my bed.

        I stood up from the bed and felt lightheaded, whiteish-black dots appearing in my vision as my body temperature raised and a nauseous feeling came over me, my ears ringing as I felt the dull thud of myself collapsing onto the carpet.

        I saw nothing for a long time, but a short time as well. I was able to regain my vision and found myself on the floor with Yuri hovering over me.

        Damn, I fainted.

        I've fainted a lot in my lifetime to the point it's probably unhealthy now. Exhaustion, extreme sickness when I'm bedridden, and sometimes even just from changing position too fast or standing in the same position for too long. By now I'm very aware of the symptoms, I just usually believe I can fight through it and continue on (the amount of times I coaxed myself into believing this then fainting afterwards is absolutely foolish of me by now).

        "(Y/N)? Are you okay?" Yuri questioned, a concerned expression on his face.

        "I tripped over my feet." I lied.

        "You sure stayed on the ground for a while. You weren't responding to me." Yuri responded, a bit suspicious.

        "I was hoping you'd leave me alone so I could go back to bed." I lied, again.

        "Seriously? Come on, we've got work to do." Yuri sighed, grabbing my nightgown's sleeve.

        Luckily my sleeve was covering my arm so he wouldn't come into direct-contact with my skin and feel how hot it is.

        "Do we want to cook breakfast or go grab some?" Yuri questioned, lifting me up from the ground with ease, placing me on my feet as I mumbled a "thanks".

        "Let's go out. I don't feel like cooking. I'm still sleepy." I responded, watching as Yuri walked to his closet and grabbed a pair of mundane office clothes.

        "I was thinking the same thing. It'd be quicker too." Yuri commented.

        I inhaled deeply, feeling as though I couldn't breathe through my nose. I still felt light-headed and I feel like I'll topple right over if I take a step forward.

        "Can you choose my clothes today? I don't wanna." I breathed out, crawling back into bed and staying above the covers since it felt too hot to get under them.

        "Don't plan on falling back to sleep. I will drag you into the car with you still in your nightgown if I have to." Yuri grumbled, shooting me a glare but walking to my closet nonetheless.

        He looked through the hanging clothes before grabbing a green sweatshirt and finding a pair of blue jeans on a shelf. He threw the clothes at me as I worked up the energy to get today started.

        "You better be dressed by the time I'm done changing." Yuri emptily-threatened, grabbing his own clothes and walking into the bathroom.

        I huffed, wanting to do anything but get out of bed, yet I decided to listen to him. He's right, today is an important day. It'll help me prove my innocence to the SSS (and I have to make sure I keep Donnie's little trap shut in case he decides to put his two-bits in and expose that I was gone during the whole mole hunt.

        I stood up from the bed, ignoring my wobbly head and aching head as I changed into the clothes Yuri picked out for me. It's funny that even though we're both basically married now (just without throwing a real wedding), we still change in separate rooms. I'm completely fine with that though, it's nice to take things slow.

        I grabbed sock and brown boots and slipped them on, then immediately fell back onto the bed to get at least an extra minute or two of rest.

        Yuri came out and looked at me, crossing his arms as he stared at me with his laser eyes.

        "Are you sure you're okay? Your throat sounds sore. Do you want a cough drop?" Yuri questioned.

        "I'm just really tired." I spoke, adverting eye contact.

        "Should we get coffee too?" Yuri asked, tying his boots on.

        "Yeah, that's a good idea." I nodded, raising my hand up in the air for Yuri to grab.

        He grabbed my hand without question and lifted me off our bed, allowing me to plant my feet back on the ground. I reached for my glasses on the dresser (if you wear any) and grabbed my wallet, shoving it into my pocket.

        "You're really hot." Yuri commented.

        "Thanks." I smiled, still having some energy to mess with Yuri.

        "I meant your skin is hot. Are you really sure you're feeling okay?" Yuri questioned, his concerned expression appearing.

        "I'm fine! I'd tell you if I feel off, so don't worry about it, love." I spoke, giving him a smile in hopes to reassure him.

        His shoulders released some tension, but they still weren't fully relaxed, so he doesn't believe me just yet.

        "I just have a small cold, nothing I can't handle. Now let's go, we still have work to do." I spoke, grabbing his hand and leading him to the door through blurry vision.

        I bumped into the door and huffed, feeling around for the handle.

        "(Y/N), that's a wall. The door is behind us." Yuri pointed out.

        On normal days, he'd chuckle about how much of a dumbass I am, but today he seems really in-tune with my physical state.

        "My vision is still blurry 'cause I'm tired." I spoke, coming up with that stupid excuse on spot.

        "Here, let me help you." Yuri spoke, guiding me over to the bedroom door as he opened it, pushing me through before walking out and closing it behind him.

        "I got the rest." I reassured, taking a few steps forward to go to the front door.

        I stopped once I felt my stomach start to turn and my vision start to blur once more. My ears started ringing and it felt like I was swaying from side to side.

        I took silent deep breaths to calm myself down and hopefully settle my immune system, all while Yuri stood behind me, closely observing me.

        "Are you sick?" he finally questioned.

        "No." I huffed stubbornly, gathering my energy to take another step.

      �� It was a terrible idea as I immediately fell forward, my body going limp as I couldn't control my feet or hands or anything any longer. Even though I was unconscious, I felt pressure under my head and on my wrist. I saw darkness again and waited for it to pass, before finally regaining my vision once more.

        Yuri had his hand under my head, checking my pulse before making eye contact with me as the waves of blurriness started to fade from my sight. He gave me a look I'd never think I'd get shot my way for fainting, he gave me a scowl.

        "I'm not sick." He taunted in a high-pitched voice.

        "Oi! I don't sound like that!" I huffed.

        "You told me you weren't sick. You said you'd tell me if you were feeling off, you little lying brat." Yuri huffed, moving his hand from under my head and allowing it to hit the ground with a thud!

        "Ow..." I groaned, reaching up and grabbing my head as my head ached, probably a headache forming. "Jerk! I didn't treat you like this when you got sick!"

        "I didn't lie when I got sick!" Yuri retorted.

        "Y-yeah... but..." I paused, thinking of something to say. "Just shut up and help me!" I huffed.

        "You're lucky I'm a nice guy." Yuri muttered, grabbing my hand and picking me up, throwing me over his shoulder.

        He opened our bedroom door and placed me back down on our bed, making sure to keep the covers off me. He walked up to his separate nightstand and picked up the phone, sliding the rotary wheel to his desired digits until he raised the phone up to his ear.

        "Hello, Director? This is Yuri Briar speaking. Me and (Y/N) Briar are going to take the day off, she's terribly sick and I don't trust her to be by herself. We can reschedule the meeting another day?" Yuri spoke

        "Oi! I hear you!" I huffed, throwing a pillow at him (albeit weakly).

        "Yes, that was her. She sounds terrible, huh?" Yuri spoke, now just taunting me.

        "You're a horrible man..." I grumbled.

        "Yes, sir. Thank you so much." Yuri spoke before hanging up the phone. "Looks like you're going to get your shut-eye after all."

        "Thanks, Yuri!" I smiled.

        "Do you think you can stomach anything? Do you want some soup?" he questioned.        

        "Yeah, I guess." I sighed.

        "I'll go make you some. Now, you change into some more lighter clothes so you won't be as hot, then you can go back to sleep." Yuri ordered.

        It really wasn't something I'd fight him on as I nodded, taking the pajamas I was wearing earlier from Yuri's hands. Yuri left the room as I changed, then got back into bed. I closed my eyes (taking off my glasses if needed) and listening to Yuri's command on some shut-eye.

        Yuri woke me up sometime later, gently shaking me awake.

        "Hey, wake up." Yuri spoke, coaxing me to waking up.

        I opened my eyes to see Yuri's face. He picked me up from the bed and took me out and into the dining room, sitting me down on my dining table seat. A bowl of simple broth sat in front of me, something simple that I wouldn't throw up.

        "You can eat on your own, right?" Yuri questioned.

        "Nope." I smiled.

        "Of course..." Yuri grumbled.

        He grabbed his chair and pulled it up close to me, our knees touching as he lifted my chin up and grabbed the spoon.

        "You should keep your distance if you don't want to get sick." I spoke.

        "Don't worry about it. The only time I get sick is when Yor is out of town." Yuri spoke.

        Right, I remember having to take care of him when Yor left a few days for her job at city hall. He's surprisingly easy to take care of since he doesn't talk as much when he's sick due to his aching throat. I thought.

        "Open up." Yuri commanded.

        I didn't put up a fight as I opened my mouth, taking a sip from the spoon.

        "It's pretty good, Yuri." I complimented, opening my mouth for another spoonful.

        "I got the recipe from a cookbook." Yuri admitted, scooping up some more and putting it in my mouth.

        I finished the bowl and thanked him as he picked me up and carried me back to our room, placing me down on the bed.

        "I'll be back. You just hang on a second." Yuri spoke, walking out of the room.

        He came back with a towel and some medication in hand.

        "Do you like medicine?" Yuri questioned.

        "No, who does?" I questioned, looking at him funny.

        "I mean, will you put up a fight?" he questioned.

        "...I mean, I guess not since it's for my health?" I muttered.

        "Good." Yuri smiled, twisting open the cap and pouring the dark red liquid into a small medicine cup.

        He raised the spoon to my mouth as I sighed and opened my mouth, drinking the liquid. It tasted disgusting and I hated every drop of it, but I understood it was for my health.

        "Thank you for taking care of me, Yuri. You didn't have to take the day off too to take care of me, but you did anyways. I appreciate it greatly." I smiled.

        "It's the decent thing to do." Yuri muttered, not taking the gratitude.

        "Don't underestimate your kindness, Yuri. I was just messing with you when I said you're horrible." I admitted.

        "I know that much, dummy." Yuri huffed, flicking my forehead with his finger.

        He pushed my chest for me to lean back on my pillow, then grabbed the cold wet towel and placed it on top of my forehead.

        "Now get some more rest, I'll come check up on you in a bit." Yuri spoke.

        "Thanks again, Yuri. I love you." I smiled, watching as his face started to match his eyes as he covered his mouth with his arm to hide his smile.

        "Whatever... I love you too." He muttered softly, but I could still hear him.

        The whole day Yuri tended to my needs as I got my well-deserved rest. It's nice to finally be able to sleep all day again, the last time I did that was years ago.

        I can't remember the last time I was cared for when being sick. Before the war when I was a kid, I remember being bedridden for three days and being unable to do nothing. My dad was out working and my mom was sleeping because she worked night shifts as a nurse (she was able to find a hospital that allowed married women to work there), so she slept during the day and went to work at night.

        My younger siblings couldn't take care of me because they were too young to have any medical knowledge. My older sister was out collecting rocks and my older brother was out with his friends. Even if they weren't busy, they still wouldn't be able to help me since they've never gotten sick (or at least didn't remember it).

        Even after joining the military and ending up getting the Spanish Flu I wasn't care for. It was actually a miracle I survived it because of my age and size. I must've found a lucky penny or something around that time because I luckily didn't have any severe symptoms, but after seeing all the people dying around me from the illness, I took absolutely no chances to being transported in the crowded nursing tent. I stole a small tent and ran far out into the woods along with a bottle of medicine, eight water bottles, four cans of tomato soup, and a blanket, spending five nights out there before I finally felt better.

        Because I didn't allow myself around any others to worsen my sickness, my Memory T-cells were able to identify and grow an immunity to the disease and I was able to overcome it.

        Even when I became a spy, the first few missions I got sick pretty often because of all the traveling and sight-changes I had to endure, but I soon grew accustomed to the constant change in scenery all around Westalis and Ostania that my immune system was eventually able to get used to it.

        But even then, it's nice to be cared for and pampered. The last time I got fed by someone was when I was two. The last time someone tucked me in for bed was when I was three. I never did have someone make me soup for when I'm sick, or give me a wet towel to place on my head, or even just give me a bottle of medicine.

        Even those the gestures might be small and "what a decent human being does" as Yuri said—it means the world to me. To be swaddled in the warmth of protection and love, something I was once sure I'd never be able to experience again until I met Yuri Briar.

        The ring on my finger isn't just a ring; it's an everlasting vow between two lives now connected through life and death, sickness and health, wealth and poverty. It's a pledge of undying adoration, sincerity, unwavering loyalty, and shelter; all of this for Mr. and Mrs. Briar to share with one another.

        BONUS: Headcannons about Yuri and (Y/N):

        Yuri and (Y/N) have their own seats at the dining table they silently assigned to themselves. Yuri's seat is the closest to the front door, he chose this seat in case (Y/N) ever does try to run away to go back to WISE (in actuality, it's so he can protect her if an intruder ever breaks in from there).

        Believe it or not, Yuri and (Y/N) aren't much of physical lovers. The love languages in their relationship is quality time, acts of service, and (shockingly) words of affirmation.

        (Y/N) can't detect sarcasm despite being sarcastic herself at times.

        (Y/N) used sleeping as a coping mechanism growing up. She used it to escape from reality; the hardships of money and war, deception and betrayal. She slept so much she learned how to lucid dream on her own. Now she sleeps because she's tired often due to work.

        (Y/N)'s always tired no matter how much sleep she gets; 30 minutes to a day. She once slept for 22 hours once and woke up feeling miserable. She slept for twenty minutes while waiting for a target during a mission and still felt like total shit; so no amount of sleep can truly make her feel 100% awake.

        (Y/N) has problems with memorizing people and their names so she focuses on a certain attribute that helps her recognize a person (ex. someone's hair color, the shape of their eyes, their jacket).

        (Y/N)'s memory isn't good either, she'll be in the act of cooking then forget she's cooking and walk away. Yuri now supervises (Y/N) to make sure she doesn't wander off and let the smoke alarm go off again.

        If (Y/N) had the option to go to the past, future, or stay in the present, she would choose staying in the present in a heartbeat. She believes if she goes to the past she might mess something up that would make it so Yuri and (Y/N) never met, and she doesn't want to go to the future in case she discovers something then accidentally messes up the future by going to the present and changes actions that would've led her to something happy in the future to something disastrous instead.

        Yuri's side mission in life is to try to discreetly find out (Y/N)'s favorite flower without being caught. He wants to surprise her but refuses to ask her for the answer. So far it's been a month of trying.

        (Y/N) has absolutely no idea when she's being flirted with by someone other than Yuri because she doesn't believe it's possible that someone could actually have interest in her (she still secretly questions if Yuri's proposal was true or if it was a gig to gain trust for their contract).

        Yuri has memorized every speckle of color in (Y/N)'s eyes because of how often he stares into them. He is a firm believer of giving someone his attention when they're talking with him.

        Yuri does, indeed, like to mess with (Y/N) because he thinks it's cute when she gets frustrated.

        When (Y/N) gave Yuri's mother brownies as an offering he cried in his car the entire time that (Y/N) talked to Yuri's mother. That day was the day Yuri started to lower his guard without even realizing it.

        Even though Yuri and (Y/N) bicker a lot, they're very aware of their true feelings since they always look at each other's eyes when talking (the eye is the window to the soul after all).

        It's a known fact that Yuri and (Y/N) always work with each other at the SSS. They help each other with listening to bugged rooms, Yuri listens and (Y/N) writes. Whenever they do interrogations, they're always in the room with each other in case one of the interrogators decide to get hostile. During raids, (Y/N) prefers to be lookout while Yuri heads into action. Even though (Y/N) doesn't like Yuri fighting with the possibility of getting injured or possibly even killed, (Y/N) doesn't like fighting up close due to the hostility she experienced in the military (the same applies with guns due to this).

        Yuri learned about (Y/N)'s dislikes towards guns and does his best to get them both out of raids or missions that involve them. He doesn't want to have her forced into a situation that makes her uncomfortable or feel threatened.

        Yuri and (Y/N) have come to the comprise that Yuri cleans and (Y/N) cooks after Yuri complained a lot about (Y/N) doing all the housework. Yuri doesn't like the thought of using (Y/N) like that, even if they live in the 1950's.

        As previously mentioned in this fic, (Y/N) got the Spanish Flu. She got the Spanish Flu by walking into the nursing tent to bring a sick comrade in. While she was in there, she saw someone have a terrible reaction to the vaccine they were given, foaming through their mouth and blood pouring out of their eyes and nose, that started her intense fear of needles (want to know how Yuri helps? Check out this fanfic along with the head cannons in it!)

        Yuri and (Y/N) like watching sci-fi movies and debating whether the events could one day be true or not. These debates get very heated, logical, and serious; some are still ongoing to this day.

        Yuri's ([Y/N]'s really) teddy bear (teddy bear is introduced in the Yuri Briar x Fem! Spy! Reader series, part 9) is named Graham Cracker because of the fur's color (Yes, [Y/N] named it).

        (Y/N) once had a dream of being an astronaut because she loved the stars so much. Now, she's not exactly sure what she wants to be career-wise, but she wants to be truly happy and have an ordinary life (which means ditching the SSS and WISE).

        Yuri once took (Y/N) out on a roadtrip to go to a space museum out of Ostania. In the middle of the night he stopped the car on a hill and prompted (Y/N) out of the car and pointed up at the stars. Yuri's mind has the image of her stargazing engraved in his mind. (Y/N) had never seen as much stars as she did then and she started crying hysterically because it was the most considerate and romantic thing anyone had ever done for her. Yuri now takes (Y/N) out to see the stars at the same hill at least once a month.

        Sometimes Yuri goes on complete rambles about Yor, specific adventures he had during missions, some biology facts he remembers from school, or even just Ostanian politics and (Y/N) would look at him with the world's brightest eyes and soft smile. Once he notices, his voice becomes softer and he stumbles over his wording a lot. (Y/N) will bring him back to with a soft "go on, love" despite hearing this subject hundreds of times before, and it'll officially explode Yuri's mind and heart.

        (Y/N) got Yuri into Frank Sinatra and Doris Day songs. Yuri's mood could be terrible but if he hears any one of their songs he'll immediately start cheering up because of the memories their songs bring. His favorite is "Fly Me to the Moon" from Frank Sinatra and "It's Magic" from Doris Day. (Y/N)'s favorites are "Blue Moon" from Frank Sinatra and "Dream a Little Dream of Me" from Doris Day.

        (Y/N) absolutely loves Christmas music. She loves decorating the apartment with festive lights and baking holiday foods. Yuri used to be indifferent about the holidays but now he can't wait for the next Christmas because of the first Christmas they spent with each other and the Forger family.

        (Y/N) was given the code name "Vixen" because of how she lured and deceived others. She stuck to using her looks as a form of deception since she had a hard time switching personalities due to her morals and how opinionated she is.

        (Y/N) hates receives gifts because it feels like she's indirectly using someone for money, being too needy, and now has a debt she needs to pay.

        (Y/N) and Yor meet up every weekend after work to talk about work, their family, and get to know each other better since they're in-laws. (Y/N) still finds Yor scary, but now she's determined to protect Yuri because of how kind-hearted and nurturing she is. (Y/N) makes sure to walk Yor home so Yor doesn't get into any danger (unbeknownst to [Y/N], Yor is the true danger).

        (Y/N) meets up with Camila and Yor once a month to teach Yor a new recipe. It's a really good bonding experience and it gives (Y/N) a healthy amount of social interaction without having to try and lie to anyone for ulterior motives. (Y/N) loves being able to call therm her friends since growing up she didn’t have any (that are still alive, that is. Twilight and Franky are like brothers).

Thank you so much for requesting! I love writing for Yuri, especially because of how dry the Yuri train is on Tumblr.

Want more Yuri content? Check out the Yuri Briar x Fem! Spy! reader series: An Alliance! Or perhaps something short and sweet? Check out another adored request WITH more head cannons!

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[littlegreenwyvy]

Wear a fucking covid mask

Wear a mask Wear a facemask, when you're indoors

Wear a N95 face mask if you're gonna be in public

wear a face mask

Wear a mask if you're going out

I don't know how to explain to people -- my friends and coworkers and family and strangers and people who make important decisions and people just living their lives -- that you are the reason over a thousand people die every week.

You are the reason I cannot leave my house without risk

You are the reason I can't go to the movies or a bar or to get a haircut or a restaurant or the doctor or the dentist or the library or go to fucking WORK OR SCHOOL without coming to terms with there being a non-zero chance I will be dead within the month.

Just because somebody had a friend over who had a ''''cold'''' last week and I happened to sit next to them on the bus.

“Oh it's not that likely” “Oh it'll be mild” “Oh HEALTHY people don't get severe illnesses”

First of all: Wrong

Second of all:

I"M NOT HEALTHY PEOPLE; I'M DISABLED FROM FUCKING COVID

"Oh it's okay because only YOU will die, not us good and healthy people : )"

My favourite is all the excuses

“Oh things aren't that bad yet so I won't take the preventative measures”

"Well I already had it and it wasn't a big deal, so I'm not gonna bother"

"I'm not gonna live my life in fear"

“Well I don't have to anymore so I'm not going to”

You SHOULD HAVE TO

I know it's an unpopular opinion, but I genuinely think that you SHOULD have to wear a face mask and stay a meter apart and take a test before going somewhere. At least in a fucking HOSPITAL or something.

I shouldn't have to BRING MY OWN EXTRA FACE MASKS because my doctor DOESN'T FUCKING HAVE ANY IN THE FUCKING OFFICE

And then they give me the fucking look

That look they get in their eyes

From my fucking DOCTOR, who I go to for my CHRONIC ILLNESS, which I got FROM HAVING COVID.

I should be able to go to work or the library or just out in public without risking catching the fucking plague.

So to all people who choose not to wear a mask: I hate every single one of you. All of you who don't wear face masks indoors:

YOU are the reason for this.

Yes even my friends; I'm sorry but I am blaming you and guilting you about it. If we lived nearby I would not be able to hang out with you because you are unsafe for me to be around. And that is fucking HEARTBREAKING. My FRIENDS, who I LOVE DEARLY, and WANT to be around, and I fucking can't, because of decisions that YOU make. All those times we talk about 'oh if we met up' 'oh if you travelled here' I can't fucking TRAVEL are you NUTS?

Do you know how long you're supposed to isolate if you suspect you've been 'in contact' with someone who had covid? CDC says 10 days from when symptoms start. If you still have symptoms on day 11? Start another 10 days.

Do you know what 'in contact' means? Maybe you do maybe you don't; I had to look it up myself, but maybe it was communicated better in your area. If you've been in the same ROOM as someone for 15 minutes; up to 2 days before their symptoms STARTED (and of course while they are showing symptoms) and up to 10 days AFTER their symptoms began. That means if you know someone had covid last week? They're still potentially transmissible. A stranger in the waiting room at the doctor's office has a cough? Possibly covid. And you know the BEST PART? We have NO IDEA how many cases are asymptomatic. That means that ANYBODY in public could potentially transmit it to you. Lower estimates suggest in the single-digits to 10s of percent of covid cases are asymptomatic, while higher estimates say up to 50%. We just don't know! There's no way to because it's not monitored fucking AT ALL anymore!

Do you know what this means?

It means there is NO WAY of knowing what the risk is. It's a gamble, full-on. Even more so than ever before. And do you wanna know what? I wanna fucking live. The potential to lose my entire fucking life isn't worth it for just about anything, if I'm being honest. I've already been through that once. I had a career in music lined up. I was just about to finish my degree as a clarinetist. I was performing in orchestras as a soloist. And you know what happened? I got covid. Suddenly my lungs and my diaphragm don't work so well anymore. For two whole years I couldn't stand or sit upright for more than an hour at a time, or else I would pass out. Nowadays it's improved; it's not more than 4 hours at a time, and I only feel faint for a while before passing out.

But do you know what that means? It means I can't play clarinet anymore. Over a decade of schooling and practicing and mastering my craft: Gone in an instant. I'll never play again. I lost my entire future and my entire career, because I got covid in 2021, from people who had stopped wearing masks because 'covid was over'. They got it. I got it from them. They survived and are fine. I barely survived and I very much am NOT fine.

This is why I'm so reluctant to take any more risk. Even if I survive, what else will I lose?

My ability to taste or smell? My muscle control? Will my heart condition get worse? Will I never be able to think clearly again? I already can't. How much worse can it get?

Sources seem to say: Much worse

I can't stress this enough that I am LUCKY to be where I am now. I can't function if I don't get more than 10 hours of sleep. I have to take medications every day to SURVIVE. At the end of my work day I pass right out, and wake up just in time to get ready for the next day at work. I do not have a life anymore. And I'm LUCKY, because I RECOVERED. THIS is what 'recovery' looks like, from long covid. It may get better over the next few years. It also might not. It DEFINITELY won't if I get covid again.

If YOU don't care about that, or about how that could happen to you, then I will never willingly be around you. Again, this even goes to my dear friends.

Wear a face mask and STOP being the problem

[heleentje]

Revalink week day 5: Paraglider

A day late, but I'm glad I got this out!

In loving memory of that time I started a new save of botw, got to the cryonis shrine, and killed myself by jumping down because I'd forgotten I didn't have the paraglider yet.

The hill felt perfect, though for what exactly, Link couldn’t tell. It is meager consolation: when no reassuring tug jolts his shoulders to break the plummeting sensation of freefall, he realizes just how badly his memory has failed him again.

Ah.

Later, when he’s gingerly prodding at his bruised ribs and the scrapes his tumble earned him, he gives it some thought. What exactly made him think jumping was safe?

Really, the answer is obvious.

The paraglider in the old man’s hands had filled Link with a profound sense of wrongness. It was ill-suited to the man’s size, the delicate frame looking like it should break under the weight. More than that, Link had taken one look at it and known he’d wanted it, more fiercely than anything he’d wanted in his half day of memories. But even that fierce longing doesn’t explain his sudden recklessness. It doesn’t explain the vivid sense-memory he gets whenever he looks at the nearby hills and the far-off mountains, the tug of desire to make it to the highest peaks only to feel the rush of descent again.

It must have been his, then. He wants it back.

The thought of having it in his possession again spurs him on. He fights his way past the monsters with skills only half-remembered and climbs to the top of the icy mountains to reach the last of the shrines the old man indicated. When he emerges again, the power of a new rune in the Sheikah Slate, the old man appears with the paraglider and more empty promises in hand. He thinks of taking it by force, and only barely quells the urge. Then he thinks of jumping down the mountain again, and somehow that urge is even harder to fight.

When he finally has it in hand again, after a trek to the very top of the temple, he finds that he cannot even enjoy it. The revelations of the old man — of the king — weigh him down. The castle in the distance is no longer an abstract danger he planned to avoid, but the embodiment of his own failure. How is he supposed to succeed on his own where an entire army failed in the past?

At least the feeling of flight, of the wind rushing past his face, is enough to distract from it for a moment until inevitably, his feet touch the ground outside the Great Plateau. That night, when he has reached the first stable on his journey and has learned not to flinch whenever people’s voices get too loud, he takes out the paraglider again. The wood has been treated by an expert hand; the cloth has been made so well that neither rain nor heat affect it. Still, it is not new: time has had its effect on the paraglider as well. He begs needle and thread off another traveler and finds that his hands remember the action of darning.

He does not remember the symbol woven into the cloth.

“Looks like something from the Rito,” says the innkeeper. “There’s this Rito bard who comes around every so often. If you stick around, I’m sure you can catch him.”

Bird people, something in Link’s deeply buried memories says. It would make sense, for them to be the ones to create a way for a Hylian to fly. Up on the Great Plateau, he had seen the menacing shape of a giant bird circling the western reaches of Hyrule. His feet wish to take him there. But he has to continue his journey towards Kakariko Village. So he does not wait for the elusive Rito bard, but instead takes the path further north from the stable.

Lady Impa’s words at least give him an excuse to seek out the Rito. They also give him a name.

Champion Revali of the Rito. The words stir little within him, but they sound as if they should. He fought side by side with the Champions. So was the Rito Champion a friend of his, someone who would give him the tools to take to the sky?

It takes days and days before he can even find out. The plains of Central Hyrule are treacherous and leave him no chance to use the paraglider; the eternal thunderstorm above the Thundra Plateau makes flight a hazard. Even the mountains of Tabantha, so inviting from afar, are buffeted by harsh winds that would crush him against the cliffside given the chance.

But at least he gets there in the end.

Rito Village would be idyllic if it weren’t menaced by the Divine Beast Link spotted all the way back on the Great Plateau. No memory comes to him as he enters the village either, but that’s okay, because near the top of the spiralling staircase, he finally finds what he was looking for, in chipped paint on wood: the same symbol woven into the cloth of his paraglider.

Revali’s Landing.

This must be it, he thinks, elation making him light-headed. And then his memories finally catch up to him and crush his delusions to dust.

If Champion Revali was an ally of his, it was only in the most technical of senses. The Champion saw no worth within him, felt no desire to take to the sky and fight side by side with him. The trail he’s been chasing for so long is a dead end. Champion Revali could never have been the one to give him the paraglider.

He sits down heavily, hands clutching the cloth of the paraglider. Whoever gave it to him must have seen some worth within him regardless. But Rito history is short and fleeting. Their name, and who they were to Link, are long lost to time. All he has of them is this one gift and the freedom it has afforded him.

[someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae]

Seonghwa

Pairing: Seonghwa x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Hurt/comfort, Tword

Warnings: angst, self doubts, tickles

“I’m not worth it…” you whispered. “I’m not worth anything”. Tears started coming from your eyes.

It has been one year now. One year since you last thought you were worth something. Then that one someone came in your life and simply destroyed you. And your life, your confidence, your self love.  You really thought he loved you. At least liked you.

He always made those signs. He has been so cute in private, he complimented you, he spent time with you. But in class, he was always so NOT nice… He treated you bad, he said bad things to you, he was just so DAMN shit.

And it has been one half year since he told you that he never had feelings for you. Everyone thought you had. But you yourself didn’t even know. But THEY knew. THEY talked with him about you, THEY told him you liked him. You have never told them. They just knew. Or not.

You then had six weeks without him. Until your best friend had the GREAT idea to invite both of you to his bday party.  (A/n: Not Seonghwa, I just needed a story and this it is …) He acted completely normal. Like there has never been something between you. But he knew that he had destroyed you.

And he had decided to continue. For the next year, you were supposed to see him and he acted all nice. Sometimes. Sometimes not. His little comments about your likings, your look, your clothes, your faces destroyed you each time. Every. Fucking. Single. Time.

You started to doubt yourself, not feeling good anymore, trying to save your face, wearing other clothes, changing your style, isolating yourself.

Then, a few weeks before Christmas Eve you got sick. Not that bad, but you infected your friend you lived with too. They got sick really bad. Back then you were the only one out of nine who wasn’t sick. You really did your best to care for them, to make them healthy again. But then you got sick again, when everyone else was healthy again. You had planned to travel around Korea when New Year’s Eve came and everybody looked forward to it. Including you. But because you were sick, your friends decided to NOT do it and staying at home instead. That just made your self-confidence worse.

They stayed home because of YOU. They didn’t live their dream because of YOU. They didn’t have fun because of YOU. You weren’t worth it. You had told them multiple times that they just should go without you, but they all wanted to stay with you.

What was one the one side SO CUTE and on the other it made you just feel worse because you were the reason that they stayed home. Because YOU brought that illness with you. You weren’t worth them. Those eight precious boys who’d rather be there for you and care for you than traveling around this wonderful country for two weeks.

But then Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang, San, Mingi, Wooyoung and Jongho found out why you were that depressed and helped you. They gave you back your self-confidence, they helped you through this phase, they gave you attention and they loved you. They helped you slowly but safely out of this dark hole.

(A/n: true story … Only though that it wasn’t Korea but my grandparents whom I didn’t see for two years and my family whom I wanted to go with. But the rest is 100% true…)

“I am not worth their love” you whispered again. You were sitting in your room, staring at the wall for hours now. You were hiding in your room the whole room now, you only came out to eat and go pee. And it was already 4pm.

You wished someone would come in and just hug you, cheer you up by any way. And – surprise- Seonghwa guessed that something was wrong with you and so he decided to go and cheer you up a bit.

Hwa entered your room and immediately spotted you on your bed. He sat down next to you and pulled you in his lap. “Hey cutie, are you okay?” he asked with such a soft voice that your heart just melted. But a sudden Lee mood plopped in your brain and so you ignored him on purpose.

You just let your body fall over his legs so that you were laying across his lap. He then shakes you softly. “Hey… Jagi!” He shakes you softly, placing his hands at your arm. Precious boy’s mission was now making you laugh. He bent over you and first tried aegyo to make you smile, but you simply closed your eyes because it was TOO cute…

But he doesn’t give up that easily, he says random funny but not funny dad jokes what make you smile a bit bcz you can’t stand his cuteness. (o.o)

But you fastly hide your smile by covering your face with both hands, a blush appearing on your cheeks. But he already saw it.

“Aww c’mon show me that smile again!!!” he said and you hard his pout. He shakes you again, his hands accidently touching your side. Your smile came back very fast and you flinched a tiny bit. You stayed still right after that but he has realized too soon.

“Awwww are you ticklish?” Seonghwa asked, his voice sounding so happy. (>.<) You blushed harder but you ignored his question. Because you were too stubborn and your smile won’t just appear since your sadness has come again.

So Hwa just starts poking over your sides and tummy and ribs to find out. And godamit this pretty boy was fast >.< He poke all over your midsection faster than speed of light but still so soft that it wouldn’t hurt.

You just exploded in giggles, covering your happy smile with both of your hands, not even trying to stop Seonghwa. And he saw that you didn’t try to stop him and sensed that you needed this little cheer up.

So soft boy sneaked his hands under your shirt and scribbled over your soft, cute lil tummy. You let out cute, happy squeals, what made his smile widen automatically. He was proud and happy that he reached his goal and made you happy. And he loved the way you were happy with him.

But he also saw that you really needed this now. So he clawed over your sides, tummy and ribs, looking at you with eyes so full of love that if you would have seen it (your eyes were closed from the giggling and laughing) you would have started crying again.

You now start squirming and you laugh with full belly laugher now, making his giggle with you. As he came over your ribs, you squirmed a little more. And ofc he noticed (>.<) And precious Hwa explored your ribs now. He scribbled up and down, between, on your back and where your tummy and ribs met. He clawed over them, right under your ribs and over your upper ribs. You let put more squeals now, but still not trying to stop him. You only squirmed more since it was such a great but also unbearable feeling.

After like another five minutes he stopped, looking at you with the brightest smile. Just as yours. Your eyes were teary, your face red but you had the biggest, brightest smile on your lips. And it just made him happier.

But however he feels a bit sorry for this, the precious Park Seonghwa he is (>.<). He thought he had gone too far. So he waited until you had calmed down, wrapping his arms around you, pushing you in a sitting position. “I’m sorry Y/n… Have I been going too far?” he asked quietly. “No… No it’s all right Hwa. Thank you – I think I needed that now… I love you” you whispered the last part.

“I love you too-“he whispered and you two fell on the bed, hugging each other. Seonghwa was just too precious. He is so caring and loving >.<

After that you watched a random anime together while cuddling each other.

End ~

A/n: Soo this is my second fiction for the ‘how each Ateez member finds out/reacts to you being ticklish’. I still can’t believe 110+ people voted this time…. O.o

Anyways, I hope you like this …

It took me so long actually and I had an existence crisis while writing but anyways,

Love you guys <3 and thank you!

Taglist: @itzystopkiddingmenowloco @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday

[rainydaywhump]

Vinca (Or: Whumpee Wakes Up On A Train)

Ch. 2 ->

Yesterday, I made a poll (here) that asked if I should write about an amnesiac whumpee waking up in either a lavender field, on a houseboat, or on a train.

The poll is supposed to last for a week, but I am not known for my self-restraint.

So....I just finished a drabble for the option that's been in the lead for a while now, "on a train." Oops lol. Forgive me. I have an idea for the houseboat option that I'm really excited about, though, so I'm going to write that next! I already started writing it actually but I'm trying to exercise self control

First part of the train whumpee scene below the cut :D Thanks to everyone who voted!!

CWs/themes: amnesiac female whumpee; confusion; vomiting from panic; I love trains but idk how they work so if there are any inaccuracies here, let's chalk it up to the whumpee's amnesia

When she looked up, there was fog and snow.

She blinked. The fog of her breath on a glass window pane dissipated, but the snow remained on rolling, bracken-filled hilltops that passed by before she could make out more than a first impression. Beneath her feet, the ground moved rhythmically, gently, clacking on something further below that made her feel warm inside.

A noise to her left moved her gaze from the window to see a lanky man in a Patagonia jacket walk by, grasping a metal pole that ran from the ceiling to the floor for balance as he passed. That must’ve helped with the rhythmic movement, she thought distractedly; it made sense. She turned her attention back to the window and frowned.

Where was this, again?

 A sense of unease ran through her, and she tried to ignore it. She didn’t want to face it. She wanted to watch the hills roll by and think of nothing else, and if that failed, then she wanted to go back to her nap.

She couldn’t remember falling asleep.

I must’ve fallen asleep quickly, she told herself, and she focused on the hills. But that unwanted unease continued to grow until it wormed into her mind and made her wince. She had a hell of a headache, she realized. It seemed to throb every time she felt that unease.

No, it was better to ignore it.

“Excuse me. Ticket, please,” someone said.

She turned, expecting to see the man in the Patagonia. To her surprise, however, the person who had stopped by the seat in front of her was a plump middle-aged woman with a Polo shirt.

The seat – the train seat, she reminded herself; of course she was on a train, that made sense, she definitely wasn’t vaguely surprised -- wasn’t empty, as it turned out. The baseball-capped person sitting in the aisle seat raised their phone for the plump woman to scan with her own device.

She automatically looked down at her own pockets for her ticket, because if she was on a train, then surely she would have one – but she had nothing but her clothes on her. She lifted herself slightly to check the seats – velvet, dark green, pleasantly worn – just in case it had slipped through the cracks. But there was nothing.

The sight of her clothes sent that throbbing pain through her head again. She was wearing soft blue pajama pants, thin and almost as worn as the seats, and a gray sweatshirt with a logo she didn’t recognize. No shoes. No socks. No service, a part of her mind supplied, but she didn’t know where that came from or why she found it mildly funny.

She frowned. There were bandages around her legs, and her shoulder stiffened in pain when she bent down.

“’Morning, miss. Ticket, please.”

She looked up, nearly bumping her head on the arm rail as she did. The ticket checker stood with her weight shifted to one foot, eyes on her scanner and on autopilot. When she didn’t get an immediate response, she looks up. Her brow knit into a frown.

“Got your ticket?”

“Um –”

Her voice was raspy. She could go for a drink.

The ticket checker’s eyes were a lovely shade of blue, she thought as she watched them travel over her ill-clothed, unshod, bandaged form. Then they flicked back to her own and the woman said, “Honey, are you alright?”

“Oh, yes.” She nodded.

Suddenly, those eyes were more piercing than lovely. She shrank back in the seat.

“Where are you heading?” The woman asked, clearly forcing her voice to sound light.

She blinked. She…she didn’t really remember where she was going. But she must have some destination in mind; why would she board a train if she didn’t have a place to go?

“I…I don’t know,” she replied truthfully.

Her head pounded with renewed vigor, causing her to clamp her lips together to stifle a hiss of pain. Nothing felt right. Look at the hills, she told herself, but the woman standing in front of her commanded her full attention.

The woman in question gave her a strange look, but then she nodded. “Alright. That’s okay, honey. Can you wait here for me, please? I’ll be right back.”

“Thanks,” the woman in the seat answered, and it was as the ticket checker walked slowly back the way she’d come that it hit her.

I don’t know what’s going on.

She lurched forward, clamping a hand over her mouth as bile rose up her throat. I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t know where I’m going. I don’t know where I came from. I don’t –

I don’t know my own name.

Her heart pounded and her head throbbed with a vengeance. The whole illusion of peaceful hills and comfortable velvet shattered around her. How could she find any comfort in them when she had no idea who she was? A terrified whimper pushed past the bile and forced its way through her lips and hand, and her stomach churned with it. The train’s moving pistons no longer felt rhythmic; they were nauseating. The cloudy sunlight streaming through the window was too bright, the train car was too cramped, the arm rest was confining, god, her head hurt –

“Who is this?” she said aloud, voice cracking. Who am I? Whose body have I found myself in, and can that person take control, please? She dug her fingernails into her skin, but the pain did little to clarify. She rifled through the pajama pants’ pockets for anything close to resembling identification, hell, she’d even take a gum wrapper or something, but all that came up was a torn-off piece of notebook paper that had clearly gone through the wash several times. She unfolded it with shaking hands.

A portion of its blurred ink was just sharp enough to spell one word out.

Vinca

Her blood rushed in her ears. Vinca? Is that where I am? Is that…who I am?

The bile in her throat rebelled and she barely held the paper out of the way before vomiting all over the floor just as the train slowed to a full stop. She was dimly aware of the passenger in front of her picking up their bags. Dimly aware of an announcement over the intercom. Dimly aware of her own hands shoving the piece of paper back in her pocket. Dimly aware of the woman from earlier entering the train car again, this time with another person. Dimly aware of the doors opening, of harsh light pouring in like water into a submerged cup –

Incredibly, sharply aware of a person carrying a dainty black umbrella and a dark suitcase walking through the doors.

Her world spun as her eyes fastened on the new passenger. Whoever they were, they hadn’t noticed her yet. She didn’t know who they were, but she did know that her heart was pounding in even more fear at the sight of them, adrenaline was pumping through her veins, and her brain was telling her to run run run get away don’t look back don’t let them see you I don’t want to go back in the dark please please RUN THIS TIME --

The person turned and caught her eye.

Everything moved in slow motion around her. The plump lady moving ever closer. The person’s eyes narrowing. The bile easing back down her throat. The dry umbrella closing with a thwip.

The doors beginning to close.

“Wait!” The ticket checker lady yelped, but she was already scrambling down the aisle, barefoot and bandaged, to make a leap for the doors. She made it just in time. She turned around to stare in horror as the doors clicked shut, the person’s hand unsuccessfully pushing at them, the woman pointing her out, and then… …and then the train started moving again, and Vinca (because that was the best she had to go on for a name, even if she had no way of telling if it felt right) was left gasping for air and standing on an unfamiliar station, clinging to the paper in her pocket like a drowning woman to a lifeline.

Ch. 2 ->

[jboofan]

It's in our DNA

2. Fool of a Kook

The three men sat in awkward silence. After having lost a secret game of rock, paper, scissors Jimin groaned as he spoke up.

"Say, Jungkook," Jimin mentioned nonchalantly, "maybe you should go and check if she's okay?"

Jungkook rubbed his eyes, ignoring Jimin as he went on watching Taehyung throw popcorn expertly into his mouth.

"She must have been awfully scared when she thought someone had broken in."

"She nearly broke my Grammy award Jimin."

"..to protect herself! Dude that's what you're taking from this?"

"I'm going to bed," he clapped his hands. "I cannot be arsed to do anything right now."

YN stepped out of her room ill opportune, a long winter jacket on, suitcase in tow, catching a snippet of his response.

"Oh," Jimin saw her first, clearing his throat, Jungkook turning to see her standing there.

"You're leaving?"

He nudged Jungkook.

Jungkook peered over, YN checked her bag, pockets and fished out her phone.

"You're leaving then?" he repeated, making the other two want to slam their heads together.

"I have to leave..for work. I have your schedule so will make sure I don't disturb you on my return," she cleared her throat, pointing nervously at the front door.

"But it's quite late, where are you going?" Taehyung politely asked.

"This week? Busan."

"This week?" Jimin enquired. "What do you do?"

"I'm a writer," her gaze landed on Jungkook and it made her nervous. If she said where she worked, would he be suspicious and throw her out?

"I help to boost tourism?" she managed.

1 Night 2 days does go to different places, Running Man tends to stay around Seoul..so it's not like I'm lying.

"You don't sound so sure.." Jungkook eyed her suspiciously.

"Most weeks I travel across the country, help to advertise different regions."

"Well that's great," Taehyung gave her a warm smile. "Isn't it Jungkook?" he nudged, "helping our country, positively patriotic that is!"

"Uh, yeah sure. Great," Jungkook managed a half smile.

"I have to go, we have to be on set in a few hours," she rushed quickly to the door, as quickly as her feet could take her.

"Set?" even in a drowsy state, that last bit didn't make sense to Jungkook, he tapped her name into Naver.

"What's her surname?" he asked the two others.

"How are we supposed to know? We didn't even know you had someone living with you, till this afternoon," Jimin drained his can and grabbed his jacket to leave.

"Gotta say, never thought that it would be you of all people living with a girl that wasn't that yo yo girlfriend of yours," Taehyung cackled.

"Ah, here we go," Jimin spoke into his empty can.

"Cmon Jimin," Taehyung tried to stifle his own laugh. "They might make it work this time, seventeenth time is a charm right?"

"Jennie drives me fucking insane," Jungkook sighed.

"Well, you're still with crazy so.." mumbled Jimin out the corner of his mouth, to Taehyung who couldn't hold his laugh in anymore.

"What you say?" Jungkook narrowed his eyes at Jimin opposite.

"Nothing, just that something must have happened. And as your friends, albeit the only ones that put up with your shit, issues. Concerns. I meant concerns, we will listen and try and help," he smiled innocently, elbowing Taehyung in the ribs.

"Of course man," Taehyung grinned back, as he continued to pretend to listen to Jungkook's rant about Jennie and how her going off on tour with Blackpink was effecting their relationship. The whole group had been subjected to it for years now.

The two of them zoned out; Jimin finally finished off the pistachio nuts, whilst Taehyung and him posed for a few selfies. He'd even managed to go to the toilet and back by the time Jungkook had stopped to take a breath. 

"WELL," Taehyung yawned, "We're gonna head off."

"I gotta sleep man," Jimin stifled a yawn. "I got an appointment on the morning."

"And I just can't be bothered to listen to this again another night," Taehyung admitted.

"Dicks. Shut the door after you," Jungkook dragged his feet to his room, before falling asleep in a heap.

"Can we be friends with your new roomie?" they called after him as he slugged off to bed.

"We're having poker night here next week, don't forget again yeah! It's your turn to hold it!" Taehyung waved back, taking a groan from Jungkook as agreement.

**

Jungkook woke up a little after sundown, same as always, noticing the curtains were closed, lights off and no one else home. Just the way he liked it.

He'd lost count of how many days YN had been away, but it didn't bother him. Whether she was there or not, it didn't make a difference to him.

Scratching his arm pits, the echo of his flip-flops against the cold marble floor, stomach rumbling he rummaged the fridge for any leftovers.

"What is she doing?" he wondered, not that Jennie seemed to care much about what he was doing. Sitting on the counter top, cross-legged he did the usual of scrolled through Jennie's social media, liking the last few posts, questioned his existence and then showered to hit the gym again.

**

YN smiled as the lift opened, appreciative for not having to climb several stairs to get to Jungkook's place.

She pulled out the schedule, and paranoid, scanned it's contents for the umpteenth time to ensure he was not home.

The image of shame and embarrassment the first time they met ran through her mind.

"Damn YN, you better hope he ain't in there," she hoped as she reached the door. She'd be lying if she didn't admit that she would have tried to not come home at all, praying the shoot would be delayed, at least until Jungkook went off to his next schedule.

YN opened the door, knowing that he would have left for the gym by now, as the lights were low, and assuming all the shoes out front were his, she confidently rolled her suitcase in, flicked off her sneakers and let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding.

"His Highness will be at the gym, so I can breathe again—"

Five sets of eyes stared up in surprise, and a sixth set stood with a beer in hand and a dirty look on his face.

"Oh shi—"

YN froze, still gripping her suitcase handle, her knuckles white with panic.

"I can come back later," she offered, not that she had anywhere she could go. A library or cafe maybe?

"Jungkook, care to share what you've been up to?" laughed Hope loudly, as YN tried hard to not pee her pants.

Jungkook didn't get a chance to reply as Hobi, Namjoon and even Yoongi were quicker than usual, already crowding around YN with several questions. Awkwardly YN tried to dodge everyone and get across the living room to her room.

Jungkook watched her eager to get away, the way her eyes went wide in horror as Namjoon knocked into her expensive suitcases and they fell over, making Yoongi swear blue from getting hit and give Hobi a dirty look for laughing in every situation.

"Jungkook you hiding secrets again?" Namjoon chastised him. Even at 25 he was still being ordered about, even though it was him making most of the money now. Jungkook held his tongue and stood still.

YN walked into Jungkook's solid back, pushing out a hand upon it to steady herself. He gave a low grunt, one which only she seemed to hear as she stood instinctively behind him, slowing down to place herself more behind him after a few short strides, wary of the situation. She didn't know him, but she trusted him more than anyone else right this moment. 

"Why are you so skittish?" He looked ahead, but YN knew his words were for her.

"I thought you were supposed to keep to your schedule. But this is a damn party!" she hissed before shutting up, afraid to upset this man.

"Guys let her breathe for fuck sake," he sighed at having to expel energy, pulling her to one side.

"I thought you were out. It's 7, your schedule said you'd be at the gym."

"Don't be shy," he told her, as she came into view.

YN wouldn't look at him. She wouldn't speak. She’d taken to wringing her hands behind her back, which is now in his as he grabbed it roughly, her bottom lip slightly wobbling. 

“That's easy for you to say Jungkook-ssi,” she uttered it so softly, he almost thought it was only the two of them in the room now.

Why does my name sound sweet like honey when she says it?

Unable to think straight, it was too late when his name came tumbling out her mouth without control.

Why is he looking at me like that? Are his eyes glazed over??!

“I can’t just let you leave, I'd have a lot to answer for," he looked her in the eye. 

"Funny cos you've not exactly gone out your way to make me feel welcome have you. You're itching for me to leave," having him look her in the eye was too much as she looked away.

But annoyed again, she looked at him. Cross.

The way she assumed he would ask her to leave, pissed him off. This wasn't her fault. It was because his brother had made his own plans and no one had let him in on it. And perhaps he'd been taking that out on her.

YN felt a fool for saying what she really felt. She wouldn't have agreed to stay with Jungkook just because she could, she was staying with him because she was so close to her big break and needed to be nearer to the action, because she had no other choice but to. Careers were made or lost depending on your commitment, and she was committed to the end.

She would sell her work, and she was going to be a fucking great talent. Sought after. In demand. Respected.

Watering brown eyes. Sexy, wavy shiny sunkissed hair. Cheeks that had a glow to them from working outdoors. Poutiest fucking lips he'd ever seen on a woman.

His brother had a lot to answer for, but he would save that for when he saw the dumbass in person to ask his questions. He'd been acting like a cold bastard towards her, but he wasn't going to admit that any time soon.

She was everything he needed to keep the fuck away from. Happy, thoughtful and kind.

"Please don't be rude. Introduce us to your beautiful friend," Yoongi mumbles politely, like the others looked toward her with a warm smile.

The beauty in question pursed her full lips together and her cheeks were suddenly crimson.

It’s then that her brown eyes locked with his, flickering with emotion as though they were glowing. She’s pissed. Confused. Upset. Telling Jungkook with her eyes to be a man and say something.

Is she sassing me? 

She stood there, her eyes moving rapidly, impatient to hear what Jungkook had to say too. 

For a few short minutes, he'd enjoyed a rare moment of pleasure in his cold, hard life. Clearly, the time for pleasure had come and gone. Now, he was staring back at his bandmates trying to explain why he was holding the hand of a stranger in his home. 

"This is YN, and she's my... guest."

Silence.

"Guest?" Namjoon repeated.

Jungkook gave a lazy nod.

"Your guest?" Namjoon repeated, looking between Jungkook and the others. "Is that like a euphemism for girlfriend or something? Because I don't remember reading about that in my social studies book."

"How many times have I told you, that you learn about people through talking to them, hanging out with people, not through books," Hobi reminded him.

Namjoon listened, before smiling back to her. "Please, join us!"

"It's okay, you seem like you're all enjoying yourself," she moved some steps back, not knowing Jungkook was fixed standing a short distance behind her. "Please enjoy your.. gambling?"

"Oh!" she turned to grab an arm to balance herself. "You and I need to have a chat tomorrow, please," her manners returning as she steadied herself upright.

Jungkook watched her wheel her things over to her room, the door shut quickly and the lock even faster.

"She's very pretty, glad you over Jennie," Hobi smiled, "how you guys meet? And why didn't you tell her to join us?"

"Just through my brother. Nothing fancy or special," he took a swig of beer and picked his cards back up, nestling back into his armchair.

"Right, who's go is it?"

Jimin laughed dramatically, "get ready to lose all your money maknae!"

**

YN was furious. She ripped up his schedule in a fit of anger, flinging the shreds into the air like confetti before stripping off and heading off to shower. The ensuite came complete with beautiful views, but it could do nothing to cool her anger down.

Scrubbing her skin violently raw, and rubbing too rough she couldn't believe her luck that they were all sitting there, like ducks in a row, the moment she walked in.

There goes being able to sit out on the sofas and enjoy dinner in front of the TV again like a normal person. She was sick of being stuck in her room like a prisoner on the rare one day a week she had off.

"Keeps to his fucking schedule my ass," she huffed as she patted her skin down with a fluffy towel before returning to her room to change.

Her thoughts were scattered as a ringtone; her ringtone sounded through them.

"Yeah?" she called out slowly, as she answered the unknown number against her better judgement.

"YN?"

When the caller used her name twice, she realised the call wasn't a mistake but deliberate.

"Who is it?"

"Oh! Sorry! It's me, Jimin."

"How do you have this number?"

She cursed inward for being so suspicious, but she was a practical person. Why would an idol hold onto her number of all people? She wasn't famous.

"Jungkook was being a bit of a dick, so I asked for your number. Thought we could be friends? Taehyung, Hobi and I are meeting for coffee tomorrow, you should join us!"

"Coffee? Me?...but why?"

Jimin laughed.

"Because any friend of Jungkook's is a friend of BTS!"

YN shook her head.

"Oh Jimin," she sighed.

"Yeah?"

"Sweet, naïve and innocent Jimin. Jungkook is not that nice. And I doubt he would give you my number. The first thing he did when he got my number was message me his schedule and tell me to stay out the way. So fess up."

"Damn, you are smart. Ok, we asked him for your number, that part is true. And so is the coffee. He's not exactly been nice since you moved in, and we noticed you were a little," he struggled to think of a word that shouldn't hurt her feelings.

"Stressed? Anxious? Worried?"

"Yep, all of those. So meet us for a coffee downstairs? 9 good for you?"

"Sounds good. Thank you. For being so nice," she bowed respectfully even on the phone.

"No worries at all, but can I ask a favour? As friends?"

YN frowned.

"Why do I get the feeling I'm not gonna like what you have to say?"

He laughed again.

"Nothing seems to get past you. You sure you're not a police officer?"

"I'm not great with confrontation, I get the feeling that might not quite work for me as an officer.."

"Ok well, Jungkook has fallen asleep drunk."

"I ain't putting him to bed. This ain't no drama Jimin."

"I wouldn't ask you to."

She sensed the hesitation in his voice.

"But he's left a Weverse live running, whilst he's fallen asleep. The phone is just aimed at a candle. And well, he's live and the candle is lit. So we're just a bit concerned."

"That idiot has done what?!"

Pulling on her tracksuit bottoms on haphazardly and a t-shirt, inside out in her rush to dress faster than Lewis Hamilton at a pit stop, she hung up to Jimin before flinging herself out her bedroom door.

Jungkook's gaze went to the door behind him several times as the night wore on.

Why did she always lock herself away when she got home? He'd worked out earlier so that he could say hello and welcome her but he'd forgotten about poker night again.

YN rang back into her room as quickly as she left it.

"You can't just go running out like that, what if you get seen on the camera?!"

YN searched his name and watched his Weverse live running as she tried to get an idea as to where his camera was pointed. Lucky for them, it was staring precariously at a candle and nothing else.

Taking a deep breath, phone in hand she tiptoed into the room and towards the lounge. She saw his feet first, sticking out to one side besides the coffee table, covered in fluffy white socks.

The snores were loud. Loud enough that she groaned before quickly covering her mouth and hoping none of his fans heard.

Scanning the comments to see if any sleuth Army fans had noticed, she continued as nothing was mentioned.

Scared to come into view, she stepped over him, and grabbed his fold phone from behind, snapping. The clamshell together loudly.

Jungkook stood, his torso between her legs as she leaned back over to stand upright, tucking his phone into the band of her tracksuit bottoms.

Rechecking her phone and seeing that his live transmission had ended, much to the disappointment of his millions of fans she sighed on relief as she sat him upright against the bottom of the sofa.

Jungkook felt soft fingers prop up his face, and was sure he was dreaming. The smell of freshly washed hair wafted up to his nostrils, a few stray damp ends tickled his nose until he sneezed.

Eyes opened to see YN standing way too close for comfort, a mixture of concern and annoyance painted upon her face.

Her big eyes blinked back, tipped to the side before reaching out to check his forehead.

"What?" she asked.

"What?" he snapped back.

"Are you sick?" He heard her say, "how much did you even drink tonight?"

Jungkook started back at her, still very much drunk.

It’s impossible for me to trust another woman.

Especially one like YN. Who looks like butter wouldn't melt.

She could be obsessed with my wealth, but my heart says otherwise.

Before he could object, he was being manhandled to his room; his thick jumper under which he was sweating removed, and forced to down a glass of water.

The last image seared to his memory was the image of YN turning the light off and leaving the door ajar.

"Don't go," he managed hoarsely. He'd been expecting her to be loyal, stay by his side as he slept; but instead YN looked back at him and laughed.

"Fool. I'm going to sleep. Try not to die yeah," and her door shut soon after.

[paperpeacock]

hihi! i’m so glad there’s someone who writes for the vld fandom that’s still active omg your writing is so lovely, you know that episode where they finally make it back to earth? after keith was stuck in the time loop thing and all of that stuff, could you write something about that where like the reader sees him jump out of the car and like bolts towards him like they’ve just missed him sm 👉👈

Hi! thank you so much! this request made my heart swoon~ it's so sweet! I hope you enjoy this and remember to have an awesome day.

Keith x Reader - There you are

The clouds gently passed upon the dull, ashen sky. Swallowing the land in a veil of fog and sending forth the brisk autumn gale. You watched the forest of apricot trees, leaves dripping from their branches before being swept by the wind. As time carried on, the sight of such tangerine shades grew scarce. The flora dispersing into few far and between. The land became barren, acres of forests, dissipating into a mire. 

“We’re almost there now” Coughed a hoarse voice. Beside you sat Allan, a head of sparse silver hairs, a full beard and a crabby face. Despite his ill-temper he treated you with nothing but kindness, as if you were his own. 

“Oh my gosh, I'm so excited” You giggled quietly, peering out upon the icy world. “But nervous to...” You hadn't seen your raven-haired prince in quite some time, the last time being when dropped him off at the Garrison. From then only entropy ensued as he was taken half way across the universe, far, far away. You hadn't heard from him, sharing the worries with the rest of the families that missed their paladins dearly as they fought for their lives in the far reaches of space. Your days were filled with thoughts of him, you worried he wouldn't feel the same. 

“we’re here...” Allan croaked, pulling into the parking lot. Security insisted you waited here, at least until everyone got clearance to go outside. “They said he should be out soon” he reassured, whilst also pushing his seat back and getting comfortable. You flipped open the overhead mirror, inspecting your face. You made sure to fixup your hair, but yet you still pried at a few loose strands. Gazing into the mirror you were met back with a pair of troubled eyes, wide in worry and distress. 

“Allan?”  

“Yes?” 

“What if...what if Keith’s changed” You gazed at the elder beside you, seeking assurance. 

“Probably has” he responded, cap covering his crinkled eyes. “Afterall he’s been travelling through the stars, that ought to change anyone” 

“Yes, but what if he doesn't feel the same way about me anymore” You pleaded, anything to prove your worries. “I mean, we haven't seen each other in so long... what if he doesn't think of me anymore” Your head hung low, spirits sinking deep into a pool of doubt. Going so far in as to think, what if Keith met someone else.  

“Y/N” You were pulled from your pond. “Keith wouldn't be fighting for clearance this soon if he didn't want to see you” Your gaze landed upon the old man. “Infact, they weren't supposed to be out for at least a week but the boy couldn't wait that long” This was true, your concerns couldn't deny such a potent fact. 

“I guess so...” 

About twenty minutes ticked by, you watched the outside eagerly, bouncing your leg in excitement. Suddenly, the main entrance opened up, the metallic doors sliding open.  

“Is that him?” You searched around from your window, trying to get a better view of who it was. From out the large building paraded two guards, shouldering between them a familiar face. “Thats him! That’s him!” You gushed, hand gripping the door handle. Security pointed towards your car, an old scarlet pickup, rugged and beaten compared to the fleet of sleek garrison cars. 

Keith recognized it instantly, something so familiar an unchanging, he felt his heart swell. You clambered out the car, quickly stepping towards him. 

“Keith!” You yelled, waving your hand. His distant figure raised his hand back. 

“Y/N!”  

Your legs moved on their own, pushing into a jog to then a full sprint. Wind rushed past your face as you drew near to each other. Every bit of power was placed in each step, before they could take you away from him. You dashed upon the concrete, launching yourself into his crashing arms. He wrapping himself around you, arms snug upon your waist, swinging you in circles. You let out a summery laugh. 

“Keith” You panted, staring down at him as he held you up.  “Hi” he met your gaze, shadowy eyes filled with adoration. 

“It's been a while” you smiled, as he gently set you down. Your arms still hung around his neck, cupping the ends of his midnight locks. 

“I’ve missed you...so much” He breathed, voice trembling. Before you could respond, he pressed his head into your neck, pulling your figure close. His grip was tight, as if he was never going to see you again, but no. This was hug he didn't get to give you, when he was swept away. This was what he wanted you to know every day he spent protecting the stars, defending the universe. This was what he would never lose again. 

“I know” your fingers threaded through his hair, drawing him near. 

From the other side of the parking lot sat Allan, watching the scene unfold before him. A smile played his lips as he shook his head. Keith was finally home. 

[mixoloveseveryone]

Master Diluc was a weird character. He'd never been a social or kind man to everyone. He was aloof and cold to almost everyone. Almost, because you were there to help his cold exterior melt a little. If it was for you, or for him. But now, it's almost as if all of that work went to waste. He'd been even more distant. Closed off. It was scary, he even shut you out.

It happened ever since a strange encounter with "treasure hoarders" that invaded the likes of Monstadt. But those weren't normal ones. If they were, why has he been so quiet? It doesn't make sense. It never has. And you suppose it never will. You'd stop by the very bar he resided in. Except sometimes he wasn't there. Even when he should be. Where is he?

He never skipped work days. You spoke to Kaeya of it, and the redhead's brother would shrug. He didn't seem worried. But you knew he probably was just as much as you were. "Last I saw of him, he kept spacing out." Kaeya spoke. "He had looked like he didn't sleep in weeks. Maybe it's with all that lurking in the dark." He finished off his description with a sip of alcohol.

That's the only information you got from the man, and that most certainly wasn't enough. Diluc was no stranger to overworking himself, but to not even show up at the bar? Not even respond to some letters? It was strange. Too strange. You wondered if he had just gone on a secret mission, but you had finally gotten a response. A letter, from the very mystery himself.

The letter was weird. The writing was rushed and some ink was even smeared. He never rushed with writing. You're almost scared to even read it. But you did. Your last letter was asking him about all of his brother told you. His response was almost rushed.

-

"My dearest Y/N,

My apologies for keeping you waiting. I have been very busy regarding my responsibility of handling the abyss. His words are not to be trusted. I am okay.

Yours truly,

Diluc"

-

He hadn't even put his last name. You don't trust him as much as you wish you would. You rush to write, your inking much prettier than his had been. You basically asked him if he was alright, why he had been so... Weird. There's no other words for you to spit out to alleviate the confusion that had burrowed into your gut. Your mind. Your heart.

The Darknight Hero had jobs you knew of. Very tedious, labored jobs. But this? This was almost frightening. His other letter didn't help. He informed you of him being "sick". That he has a strange illness that he doesn't want you catching. So stay away. Stay far away. Do not. Go to his home.

But this made you feel worse. This made you feel like you were going to puke. Had he always been this excluding when he had been sick? You want to run there, you want to break the door open and check on him. Rumors began to spread in all of Monstadt. What is going on?

You remember The Honorary Knight approached you, asking if had updates on Diluc, if he was alright. You asked why, but the savior of Monstadt didn't give a simple answer. They said they saw Diluc from his house through the window of his home on a commission of finding a key. They remember looking up at the window and seeing Diluc stare back with eyes that didn't feel like his. That were bright. But not a kind of bright that meant he was happy, the kind that where his eyes looked inhuman.

You're sick of being told you're wrong by him. He's okay. Traveler probably saw a maiden but thought it was him, or had a hallucination. Or was tired. Or something. Just stay away. Don't get near him. Don't. Get. Near. Him.

But you did. You got near him. You approached his door a week later, knocking softly. A maiden opened the door, smiled, waving nervously. "Hello, My Lord Y/N." She said, bowing elegantly. "Hello. Excuse my rudeness, but... Is Master Diluc home?" You ask, and she nods quickly. Almost scared. "Y-Yes! I-I do not mean to... Intrude... But please. Don't go see him for too long. Maidens who check on him never come down, and if they do, they look beyond scared." The maiden spoke. She was surely new.

"Thank you." You say slowly, you barely believe the girl. You walk inside, the Dawn Winery had been quiet. Too quiet. You slowly walked, maidens whispering from left and right. You didn't care to know what they said, walking up the stairs. Once you finally reach his door, you knock.

"Who is it." A raspy voice shoots out, echoing through the empty walls. All eyes were on you and the door. "Diluc? Sweetie? My love, are you alright?" You talk into the door, and you hear nothing. Absolutely nothing. "May I come in?"

"No." His voice snaps back quick like a whip. You sigh. "Please, I'm not gonna get sick." You say, and he doesn't respond again. He lets out a gasp, almost like he stopped breathing. "N-No. I am not letting you walk in here." His voice is even worse, getting rudder and snappier each breath he took. "Diluc. Let me in." You hiss. "You're not sick, are you?"

No response. Again.

You back up, and slam yourself into the door. "Y/N, do not do that! Y-You'll hurt yourself!" He spits out, but you don't stop. You lean onto the door, hearing a weak gasp of a woman. A woman. Why does he have a woman in there with him, with the door locked, and not letting you in?

"Let me the FUCK in Diluc!" You scream, slamming onto the door harder. And harder. Until it gives in. You fall onto the ground. The curtains hide the bright light and the room is dark. You look up, seeing bright eyes look down at you. His eyes are wide, and there's a woman next to him. She isn't sitting normally, her eyes are wide and her hand is pressing onto her neck pathetically.

You get hit with a wave of blood. Overwhelming blood and the smell of rotting flesh. You almost puke, but Diluc stared down at you. The woman begged as much as she could. "Plea - e... H - lp... H - elp..." She chokes out, tears rolling down her face. Diluc grabs her mouth, barely caring of your presence as he rips her hand away from her neck.

He slams his mouth onto her throat, his harsh grip on her mouth preventing her from letting out a scream. If she even could, anyway. You don't believe what's in front of you. He's sucking her blood. His mouth, his gloves, his face, his cravat is covered in her blood. He pulls his mouth off, licking up in a sinister way.

"... Hello. My dearest..."

Genshin Impact - Vampire! Diluc x Reader

Inspired by a Tiktok I saw - Link

By - Mixo

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

In Heat: Final Part

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.5k

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there is any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

"Once Steve got to the motel, he was supposed to call," she sighs. "He never did. Every time that phone rings..." She can't finish her sentence. "I know in my heart that Steven was happy that day. I swear, it was the first time I'd seen him smile in years. He'd been talking about taking that trip for weeks."

"Sarah, you don't have to justify your brother getting on that bus," Derek says.

"Yes, I do, because it was my fault. I gave Steven the money to go to Miami."

"Why?" you ask.

"I was trying to help him to go somewhere else, somewhere he could feel safe."

"Safe from what?" Sarah becomes rigid and looks to the house as if she doesn't want her father to hear. "What are you looking for, Sarah? Are you afraid somebody's gonna hear you?"

"Was your father hurting Steven?" you ask, fitting the pieces together.

"He really believes he was doing what's right. They just didn't see eye to eye. Steven couldn't stay here anymore, and I had to help him get out."

"Is your father hurting you, too?"

"Never," she says quickly.

"How come?" Derek asks.

She doesn't want to answer that, and you know why as soon as she looks down in shame.

"It's because she's not the one who's gay," you sigh.

David, Steven's father, isn't a very nice man to his son. David believes Steven was confused with his sexuality, that he needed to work out his "issues" regarding that. David believes that wherever Steven is, he is in a better place than his own home. His father is a prison guard, so he found strength and guidance with God.

His faith is his personal code.

Because David is a prison guard, he's seen plenty of men on top of other men. He thinks it's filthy how they would find pleasure in the same sex, and he didn't want that for his own son. He likes to believe that Steven did it to piss him off, not that because he felt right doing it. It breaks your heart to think that Steven had to endure his father's beating because of the kind of people he chooses to love.

It's not right, but it doesn't seem to affect David all that much. He's set in his ways and will have a hard time changing his mind. You don't dwell on that right now because as soon as Hotch and Rossi leave the house, there is news of an abandoned car located not far from here.

When you get there, you see another victim inside the convertible car. Steven is working quickly because his past is catching up to him. He hates who he is because of David, and that hatred and contemptment is shining through in places he doesn't want shining through.

The car isn't the victim's but Deacon's. He drove the car from Texas, and Steven stole it from him when he killed him. When Tina hears it might be Steven, she becomes floored.

"We've had his picture this whole time?"

"Apparently."

"We didn't know soon enough to prevent this. How did the victim die?" you ask.

"Asphyxiation. Why mess with a good thing? It's clearly working for him. This stretch of road takes you out of the city. If we lose Steven now, it could take us months to catch up with him again."

Derek slaps on some white gloves and reaches inside the car where there are scraps of paper in the cup holders

"What are those?"

"Some kind of scraps of paper. Looks like a fast-food wrappers, and a receipt for a youth hostel. It's dated last night. The name on it is Michael Aldridge."

"Assuming Steven has taken over Michael's identity, he might have hitched a ride out of here. It makes sense since Michael looks to be a hitchhiker. He'd have to travel the same way his victims did. It's his illness."

"Where are the nearest hostels?"

"There's a few hostels in north Miami Beach four miles that way, and in Seneca, five miles west."

"Okay, we'll have to split up. We'll take Seneca," Rossi says about him, Spencer, and Emily. "You guys take North Miami Beach."

"Let's go," you say to Derek, Hotch, and Tina.

The woman at the hostel is nice when you meet her, and she gives up the information quickly when she realizes one of her guests might be in danger.

"Michael Aldridge checked in an hour ago."

"What room did you put him in?"

"It's like a day room kind of thing, like a dormitory. It's pretty full."

The other half of the team was called, but you don't have time to wait. If Steven is in there, then you need to get him out now and without trouble. He has a gun with him, so you have to be prepared when you go inside.

Tina and Derek take the lead as you and Hotch follow with your guns out. The entire hostel is filled with kids, and as soon as they see the guns, they freak out.

"Get out of here. FBI! Nobody move!" you yell. "We're looking for Steven Fitzgerald."

You look around the room and see two guys at a table meant for two people. There are cards laid out since they're playing a game, but the guy who has his back turned to you, you know it's Steven.

The officers who accompanied you escort all the kids out of the building except for Steven and the man he's playing cards with. You look at Derek and gesture with your head that Steven is the one who is sitting away from you.

"Steven?" The other man has his hands up and is scared. "Get out of here." The man leaves, leaving only Steven at the table. He isn't going to answer if you use Steven's name, so you opted for a different tactic. "Michael? Michael Aldridge?"

"Yes?" Steven stands up with his hand on his backpack. You know he has the officer's gun in here. "What is this? What do you want?"

He is speaking with a German accent, and you know the real Michael had one.

"I want you to put that bag down. I just want to talk to you," Derek says gently.

"I have done nothing. I didn't do anything," he panics.

"I know. I know. There's nothing in that bag you need, Michael. I just want some information. I need to find Steven."

"My name is Michael. I do not know Steven."

"Yes, you do. Yes, you do. You know where he is."

They go back and forth between "I know him" and "I don't know him" until Steven explodes with anger and sadness.

"I don't know steven! I don't know steven! Why do you want Steven? Steven is stupid. He's disgusting! He's filthy!" Steve yells emotionally.

"Steven, listen to me. Nothing is wrong with you!" Derek yells louder, and Steve becomes quiet with tears in his eyes. "Nothing, man. Look. I'm gonna show you. I'm gonna put this away."

"Derek," Tina whispers, but he doesn't listen to her.

You, Hotch, and Tina all have your guns trained on Steven while Derek is the one to calm him down.

"Steven, do you remember who Sarah is? Sarah is your sister. Sarah is worried about you, man."

"My sister?" he whispers.

"Steven, she loves you. She wants you to stop running."

"Sarah," he mutters, trying to remember who he actually is.

"Put the bag down. It's okay."

"I did nothing wrong," he cries.

"I believe you. You did nothing wrong."

"I didn't do anything wrong. I didn't do anything wrong," he repeats to himself.

He drops the bag, leaving the gun inside. Derek walks up behind him and cuffs him, and that's when you put your gun away knowing that he isn't a threat. Tina grabs the bag to search through it, finding the officer's gun. Steven is taken away and placed in the back of a squad car just as the other half of the team arrives.

It's late, people are emotional, and it's time to say goodbye to everyone. Hotch says you can leave in the afternoon, so you'll get adequate time to sleep before take off tomorrow. However, Will needs to leave tonight. If JJ lets him leave without telling him how she feels, then you don't think he'll ever come back.

"Detective Lopez signed this into your custody," an officer says to Will, handing over Charlie's badge.

"Oh, thank you. I still can't believe it," Will sighs.

"That Charlie was gay?"

"That he thought he couldn't tell me. That he thought he had to hide it. I mean, I can't think of anything I'd have cared less about than him being gay, you know? All I ever wanted was for him to be happy, you know? Anyway, I should be going. Take care of yourself, JJ."

Will leaves the group, and you look at JJ who has a longing look on her face.

"Go after him, JJ," you smile and nudge her shoulder.

"What?"

"You really think I didn't know you two were dating? Me? He's head over heels for you, JJ. He's the one for you. Go after him."

She doesn't waste a single second and goes after the man of her dreams. She stops him and kisses him for everyone to see, and he kisses her right back.

"Finally," you grin.

"I thought she was never gonna admit it," Emily chuckles.

"What's it been, like, a year?" Spencer asks.

"Something like that," Derek says.

"If we knew each other's secrets, what comforts we should find." - John Churton Collins

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[starry-blue-echoes]

So this is my first time asking someone something on their blog BUT I REALLY WANTED TO KNOW

How would Jolyne come into play with you Vampiric Joot au?

Does he never meet his wife? Or if he does would she know? Would this be a reason for Jotaro leaving Her and Jolyne behind?

PLEASE I NEED ANSWERS 🙏

OKAY SO

ILL ADMIT IM STILL TRYING TO FIGURE THIS OUT TOO

Currently the best working idea I have is something like this:

So it’s been a couple years at this point since he’d been turned, and maybe Holly gets into a minor accident. Nothing life threatening, but definitely a “oh this injury usually comes with older age” type thing and it’s enough for the full meaning of his agelessness to finally hit. Sure, normally this wouldn’t have meant much, its expected that kids outlive their parents, but knowing that the outliving is because of something unnatural, something monstrous…… well, that changes things

And this puts Jotaro in a not great mental place for a bit. After all, currently the sole reason he’s still able to live his life one day at a time is for her. And he…… genuinely doesn’t know what he would do with his life after she’s gone. Is it even worth living if she’s just going to die anyways? Should he even try??? He’s not even supposed to be alive after all, he should’ve died in Egypt

For weeks he ponders these things, walking for hours every night, leaving the house as soon as the sun is out of sight and just barely making it back when its deadly rays light the Earth once more

Sometimes he wonders what would happen if he stayed out for a bit longer

He never does, stopped only by the thought of his mother’s grief

He never really has anywhere in particular he travels to either. Anywhere he can reach and return from by the time the sun rises is fair game, and with super speed, stamina, and the ability to stop time that is very far

He finds himself drawn to tall places though. Bridges, towers, buildings, taller than average trees, you name it, he’s probably climbed it. Sometimes, when it’s abandoned and unnoticeable enough, he’ll even jump off instead of climbing down for those fleeting moments of weightlessness and freedom. Besides, it’s not like the fall’s going to kill him. At worst it’s a minor inconvenience

and what if during one of these times, he met someone.

A woman, an exchange student from America to be specific, who naturally had no idea he was immortal and thus was naturally very concerned.

Perhaps they meet a few more times. They talk, they grow closer, meet more and more and as the months pass by they even begin to fall in love

But it’s still so, so early into Jotaro’s life as a vampire. He still fears himself, still hates himself, and most importantly he fears loosing the people he loves. And that spark he began to feel for Jolyne’s mom? It terrified him

He stopped showing up after that.

Naturally and understandably, Jolyne’s mom gets pretty upset about this. Unfortunately for her though…… there isn’t really a whole lot she can do about it. She never got Jotaro’s last name, and he didn’t actually live in the area so she couldn’t just accidentally meet him again. She still tries to do some research to find him, but comes up completely empty. Eventually she gives up her search, returns to America and it’s like the whole thing never even happened

…….except for the fact that upon her return she learns that she’s now pregnant

However, unlike Giorno’s mother, she actually pays attention to and cares for her child, and thus ends up noticing Jolyne’s…… differences. The sun sensitivity, the preference for meats, sharp teeth, the slightly enhanced physical abilities, the regeneration, the list goes on and on and after a few years she is able to put together the facts and realizes her daughter is a vampire….. or at least something similar

On one hand, she’s VERY pissed that Jotaro never said anything about this and just up and disappeared on her without even a note or goodbye. However on the other, this explains so much about him and she does understand why he wouldn’t just say it, plus she doubted he knew she was pregnant(this one was technically hopeful thinking since she had no real was of knowing, and if she was proved wrong then she’d be even more pissed(dw she’s right, Jotaro has no idea))

So now she’s doing her best to raise a super natural daughter as a single mother while also doing everything in her power to keep said daughter secret and safe

Jolyne naturally knew she wasn’t “normal,” and while her mom didn’t talk about her father much(partially out of genuinely not knowing much) she was able to piece together that it mostly likely came from him. This time around she’s less bitter about him not being around enough and more about the fact that he just. Straight up doesn’t exist. Her mom admittedly does try to mitigate this, but only because of the fact that as far as she knew Jotaro had no idea Jolyne existed despite her best efforts to find him one more(again, also true Jotaro has no idea)

As for Part 6……

When Jolyne had been told she’d been sent something by her father, she’d been incredibly confused. She didn’t have a father. She still accepts the locket and it’s strange metal shard, accidentally pricking herself in the process (and minor note, unlike canon this locket doesn’t have a picture inside of it)

And then a few days when he VISITS...... she's even more surprised. She expected an older man, not someone who looked young enough to be her brother. Naturally she doesn’t trust him, she’s never even seen this man before, and technically she doesn’t even know if they’re even actually related.

The escape would go mostly the same I’d imagine, just this time with Jotaro’s gunshot wounds mostly being a distraction. He still gets his memory and Stand yoinked because of the distraction, but at least he’d not bleeding out so...... yay?

Jolyne also gets to see her comatose father begin to crumble to dust in the sun which Was Definitely An Experience

As for why Jotaro showed up and knew Jolyne existed....... honestly the best thing I got is the Foundation starting to look into Strange Possible Stand Phenomena of the past and also more of what Dio did in his spare, discovering Pucci, and somewhere in all that research learning “oh shit, Jotaro has a kid”

Why did Pucci target her? .........idk, maybe Fate did some fuckery which led to him learning before anyone else

[celestemagnoliathewriter]

“Anyway here's a fun little snippet”

☹️

So their pain is fun? WOW!

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That last line, you know what screw it!

The entire snippet destroyed me, just like Andromeda destroyed Ted. Also, when did she kiss him? Was it after seeing the woman in the flat? Or another time? Was that the night she told him about their daughter?

☹️

Ouch, just ouch! You are brilliant and I can’t wait when you are ready to show more of this story because you write them so so SO painfully well that it’s 👨‍🍳 💋 perfect.

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I hope you sleep well knowing that you destroyed me with your snippet 😔

anon, I am SO pleased to find this message in my ask box, regarding my ANGSTY AF Tedromeda/Remadora AU, Supernova. now, to answer your questions:

is their pain fun? oh definitely. definitely for me at least

if you think this is destructive just wait until you see what I do to everyone in this fic ;)

This scene of Tedromeda kissing: occurs when both of them are married to other people.

I've got 71k words written. My goal is 100k before I start posting. At the rate I'm going, give me a few more weeks!

I am going to sleep well once I take my sleepy time medication.

Would you like some happiness from the fic? This is from a scene in which Dora is befriending Remus. (Btw this is not a time travel fic, Dora and Remus will be the same age.)

They were through most of the chapter on the Switching Spell when the other Gryffindor boys came down for breakfast. 

“You’re back!” James clapped Remus on the back in greeting. Remus whimpered quietly and Dora scowled; hadn’t the other boys known Remus was ill?

“What are you doing here?” Sirius asked Dora, loading his plate full of bacon. 

“Looking for you,” Dora replied. “What are you getting Auntie Burgie for Valentine’s Day?”

“You give your mummy a valentine?” James grinned gleefully. 

Sirius glowered at Dora and said, “Nothing. I’m not getting her anything.” 

“If you’re not sending her anything, can I borrow Excalibur?” 

“No—” 

“Why not?”

Sirius scrunched his nose up at James, whose smile was bigger than the Cheshire cat’s. “I’ve got to send something to . . . Regulus.” 

Dora sighed dramatically. “I suppose I’ll have to write Auntie Burgie myself and get her some chocolates since you’ll be disappointing her.”

[perfectpaperbluebirds]

Sicktember #10

Prompt: “The only place we’re going is to the pharmacy.”

Fandom/OCs: CottageVersity OCs (JB and Thalia)

Words: 1910

Sicknario inspo: People who don’t do physical contact from this post and being sick in a vehicle from this post.

Author’s comments/background: Ah my darling Tenbushes. This was the fic I was most looking forward to writing this year. Some of you may have noticed that within the 6, there are three pairs (other than the obvious couples) that are closer friends than with the others. Theo and Padma, Audra and Thad, and JB and Thalia are the “bestie” pairings and I hope to explore these more in the future. This fic is the explanation of how the JB/Thalia pairing came to be, since their temperaments are basically opposite in many ways. But that fact in itself is part of the explanation I suppose. Anyway, these two are super cute and very fond of each other so have a little fic about that, which was an absolute treat to write. 

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Thalia was sick, and JB was pretty sure he was the only one who knew. He felt sorry for her… the timing was terrible, so it was only natural that she was hiding it–blaming her coughing and sniffling on allergies, covering her pale face and hollow eyes with makeup and carrying or wearing a sweater everywhere to keep away the chills. 

Thalia had just graduated university, along with two of her first cousins, Miriam and Jeremiah. The three of them had been born in three consecutive months in the same year, attended the same elementary and middle school, and were inseparable as kids. They remained very close through the years, though they had gone to different high schools and universities.

 Ever since middle school, the three cousins had been planning and saving for a celebratory trip after their college graduations. They wanted a grand tour of the Midwest to visit their favorite tourist and vacation spots, with Kalahari and Cedar Point in Ohio and a weekend in Chicago as the high points. The kids had done well in University, all graduating with honors, so their families had been happy to help make their dreams come true, though in fact the graduates had saved up the majority of the money on their own. The last week of June was booked for their travels, and they had begged Thad and JB to be their chaperones. The elder cousins had agreed, and in fact were honored to have been asked. The pair in turn goaded Audra into joining them to even out the numbers, and with much eye-rolling, she agreed. 

Everything went off without a hitch, and in short it was a wonderful week. In fact, it was everything the cousins had hoped for, as they said more than once. Except now, JB thought to himself, Thalia would have this negative memory of an unfortunate illness on top of the positive ones.

He was thankful for her sake that it was the last night of the trip. She was flagging more and more each day, and really needed at least a day in bed, out of the sun and away from the booze. But the schedule the threesome had been devising for years did not allow for such indulgence, and of course stubborn Thalia would never admit to such weakness, so she had been plugging along as if nothing was wrong. Whatever bug she'd caught would have likely been a simple summer cold if she hadn't been pushing her body to the limit with the rest of them for days. JB was certain from her eyes that she had a fever now, and the careful way she'd been moving recently indicated that it was an achy one. He hadn't said anything, though, knowing that would be the last thing she would want.

It was no wonder she'd willingly taken the back seat of the minivan (a loan from Jeremiah's family) for this last long leg of driving to their final hotel. In the back, she could huddle up in misery without attracting attention. JB knew he would want the same, were he in her shoes. Tonight Audra was at the wheel with Thad in the passenger seat, since he got carsick if he was too far back. Jeremiah and Miriam had claimed the middle chairs to finish a movie they'd been watching together on Miriam's laptop. That left JB and Thalia all the way in the back for the five hour stint.

Thalia had attempted to sleep at first, and he'd left her alone, trying to find a way to position his long legs that wasn't uncomfortable in the cramped quarters as he read his Kindle. Thalia was restless, though, and didn't sleep long. At first she had bunched herself against the window with her legs tucked up, but after less than an hour she woke and shifted to more of a reclining position with her head tilted back and legs stretched out. After that, she turned fully sideways with her legs up on the seat. Then, she turned again to lean forward all the way and rest her head on her hands, which were supported by her knees. The whole time she was hunched tightly into herself, her arms wrapped in a constant hug, and he could feel her shivering even in her sweater. Without a word, he slipped off his own jacket and held it out to her. She hesitated, but took it with a grateful look after a moment, covering herself as she tried to get comfortable yet again.

His heart broke for her as he watched her rotate through variations of these positions again, now with his jacket over her arms and torso, though it didn't seem to be doing her much good. Finally he could bear it no more. He nudged her foot with his to get her attention. 

“Hey, you should lean on me for a bit. You might be more comfortable.”

He expected her to refuse, or at least pause and consider it, but she immediately slumped over so her head was in his lap without a word of protest, as if she’d been waiting for such permission to be given. He froze briefly, taken aback. He and Thalia didn’t DO physical contact– with others and especially with each other, not really. Her willingness could only speak to how miserable she must have been. Recovering, he quickly covered her with his jacket again as she tucked her legs up onto the seat. His hand found its way to her back rubbing up and down as he tried to to warm her and help her relax. 

“Are you doing okay?” JB asked softly. “I can tell you haven’t been feeling well for a while now.”

“I’m okay,” she mumbled. “Mostly just tired. Ready to be home.”

“I’m sorry your trip has to end this way.”

She made a strange motion, which he belatedly realized was a shrug. “It was fun while it lasted.”

He was sure her throat hurt, at least it sounded like it did, so he was going to leave her be, but she seemed to be in the mood to talk. She continued in a low voice, too low for anyone else in the van to hear: 

“I can’t believe I’m done with school. It’s a weird feeling. And I’m already doing my "grownup" job, I have been for a few months. So it’s all kinda anti-climactic.”

“You should be proud of yourself. You did well in school and you're off to a great start in your career.”

“All at the ripe young age of twenty-two.” He wasn’t sure why her tone was sarcastic, almost derogatory. She paused, then continued: “You and Thad were twenty-two when I met you for the first time.”

JB nodded. He remembered. He’d been thinking about that time in his life quite a bit this week, being around these kids. Graduation from university was a weird, memorable time. Figuring out careers, housing, life partners. He had gone on to graduate school and was already with a long-term partner, so he had it easier than most. Still, he’d never forget meeting Thad’s family for the first time the summer after they both graduated with their BBA. The anxiety, the formality. Thalia was only a pre-teen then, still all elbows and knees as a scrawny twelve year old. A tomboy, always running around with the boys in the neighborhood, always wanting to be away from her parents even then. He would never forget the flash of fear in her eyes when she was introduced to him for the first time. He was used to that, of course. As large as he was, he intimidated most people when they first met him. This was his boyfriend’s little sister, though, and he hated the idea that he scared her. 

The fear didn’t last long, thankfully. Thalia warmed to him quickly, at least for a middle-schooler. JB was her opposite even back then, reserved where she was exuberant, serious where she was silly. Yet he sensed that she felt relaxed around him. Perhaps around him, she didn’t feel the need to be “on” all the time. That’s what he hoped was the case, anyway. 

“I wonder if I’ll ever meet my person. Like you and Thad have,” Thalia said, barely audible. 

So that’s what was bothering her. It was understandable, really. Miriam and Jeremiah had their “people”. Miriam was engaged, Jeremiah soon to be so. It was only natural that Thalia was feeling left out and probably lonely. 

“Of course you’ll find your person. You are so driven that I have no doubt you’ll achieve whatever you set your mind to, including love.”

“I didn't think love worked that way.”

“Who says it doesn’t? I fully believe if you want something badly enough and are prepared to receive it, the universe or karma or whatever will provide.”

“I thought you were an atheist.”

“I don’t have to believe in any holy being to believe in the power of magnetism. And you have that in spades, hon. If you want love, you’ll find love. Of that I have no doubt.”

“Thanks, JB. I needed to hear that." A pause, then: "I’m glad you’re my brother. I like you better than my actual brothers most of the time.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle. She was sleepy and feverish (he was starting to sweat just from her touching him), and he knew he’d probably never hear her speak this way again, but it was sweet to hear regardless, because he knew she was speaking from her heart, without the usual screen of sarcasm. 

“Well I’m honored to be your brother. You’re the best sister I could have ever hoped to have.”

A thought occurred to him, and before she could fall asleep, he nudged her to sit up and handed her an unopened bottle of water from beside him. She rolled her eyes but drank a good amount before leaning against him again with a huge yawn, this time with her side pressed against his and her head on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around her and hugged her against himself since he still felt her shivering. 

He really thought she fell asleep after that, but once again she startled him by speaking up a few minutes later:

“The hotel we’re going to has a really great bookstore across the street. That’s why I picked it. Do you think we’ll have time to go browse before we check in?”

“The only place we’re going is to the pharmacy. You need something for that fever. If you’re feeling better tomorrow, then maybe we can talk. Besides, it’ll probably be closed by the time we get there.”

“Not if we go BEFORE we check in, like I said.”

“We’ll see. But pharmacy first.”

Thalia sighed, then nodded. “It’s a deal. As long as you don’t tell them what we’re stopping for.”

“If anyone asks, I’ll tell them I need a laxative. That’ll head off any awkward questions.”

“...do you need a laxative?” 

“None of your business. No awkward questions, remember?”

She laughed. “Thanks, JB. You really are the best.”

“You too, kid.”

Minutes later she was dead weight against him, fast asleep, trusting him. He kept his arm around her until they stopped again, knowing that that was what both of them needed.

[the-invested-ranger]

Ranger Gathering 2023

Prompt 1: Camp

This Prompt Fic uses an OC I made a long time ago, before I knew about Royal Ranger. If you don’t like reading OC content then this ain’t for you.

The OC in question is named Leanna Harris, Lea for short. Yes she is a female ranger, I made her when I was a teenager and before I discovered DnD to sate my representation needs. If you want a description of Lea or any additional information about her it will be below the cut after the prompt. That being said, enjoy!

Lea kicked dirt into the remains of the small cook fire she used for her breakfast. The sun wasn’t even up yet but she had a long day of riding ahead of her. She was on her way to this year's Ranger Gathering. This gathering marks her first full year as a Ranger and she found herself more excited than ever to arrive. She had never understood why Gilan was always so excited, but now she understood. She hadn’t seen another Ranger in a whole year and aside from the reports she got every week, she had no idea how her friends were doing.

Standing, she walked across her little camp to where her horse, Petal, was grazing happily. The horse's ears flicked at her approach but she did not look up from her contented munching. Lea placed her hands on her hips and looked at her horse.

“You practically grazed this part of the forest clean.” The little horse gave a short snort. “Oh don’t give me that. It’s time to go, finish your breakfast.” The horse raised its neck from where it had been grazing and patiently let Lea tighten the straps of her saddle. Strapping her bag to the saddle, Lea looked over her little camp. “How many of these camps do you think we’ve made and left behind?” Petal shook her mane in response. “Do you suppose other travelers ever use what we leave behind?” 

Lea swung up into the saddle and Petal looked back at her Ranger. “Alright, alright.” Lea urged the horse forward and Petal trotted off towards the road proper. “I know you’re excited to see our friends again.” She looked up through the trees as the quickly brightening sky. “If we hurry, we can make it before midday.” Lea tapped Petal’s flanks as they reached the road and the horse increased her speed to a canter.

The Ranger spared one last look over her shoulder at the bones of the camp they left behind and thought about the countless others she’s left. The memories they held. She smiled as she rode away. The next camp would be good, she decided. The next camp has friends waiting for me.

Leanna Harris

Average height by Ranger standards/ Brown hair usually tied up in a bun or some kind of tail/ Blue eyes

Leanna is around the same age as Will and Horace. Originally from Meric Fief, her first mentor died of a sudden illness in the first year of her apprenticeship. Having no mentor, she was bounced between Gilan and Halt. She and Will got along well and were a good team so usually she would stay in Redmont with Will and Halt. Though when Gilan went on missions, she went with him to get experience. She was on just such a mission with Gilan when Will was kidnapped by Scandians and went with Halt and Horace to rescue him. When she graduated and became a full Ranger she was stationed in her home Fief, Meric.

During her apprenticeship she became especially close with a fellow apprentice, Ansalon Prier. He was apprenticed to his father, a ranger of one of the southern fiefs. Will and Gilan have an active betting pool over who will confess first (Crowley and Halt do as well, but it's a secret). Lea insists that a relationship with another Ranger is unprofessional and Ansalon denies any feelings all together.

Lea has all the skills any typical Ranger has. She trained with Will to perfect a jongleur persona and is a wonderful dancer. She also has a knack for estimating times and has a better than average internal clock.