#couldn't hardly move. couldn't think straight. couldn't sleep

[dreamlogic]

musing in the tags about the view two years out from my hysterectomy and the shifting nature of neuropathy. i asked my PT for recommendations/resources pertaining to pain science and that's been a very helpful lenses to have. i'm still not back to normal, will never be unmarked by this experience or return to my pre-op self, but my baseline has been gradually increasing over the last few months, and it feels good to look back on the last two years and say "i have no idea how i managed to function while living with that, but i did!"

[sungbeam]

𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬

jeong yunho x gn!reader

1.1k words, friends 2 friends who cuddle ?, one bed trope, fluff, humor, like two swear words cuz who am i without cursing, snuggling, consequences of yunho being Tall (implied that reader is shorter than yunho)

a/n: im sorry that this kinda sucks ass but yeah,, one bed trope :')

“OH MY FUCKING GOD, I'm going to hate this,” Jeong Yunho swore as his head poked up into the attic space, eyes wide in horror.

When the inn owners said that the attic was hardly an attic, they unfortunately were not exaggerating. It was close to a crawl space, with just enough room for you to stand up straight, and outfitted with an extra long twin bed, nightstand and lamp, a pillow, and two large sherpa wool blankets. The bed was fitted beneath the slope of the roof because the entire space wasn't even large enough to put the bed in the middle.

You were starting to sweat, and considering there wasn't even heating up here, you raced to calm your nerves. “It'll be fine,” you said with a small, anxious laugh.

Yunho moved his terrified eyes up to you. “Respectfully? I'm gonna go sleep in the storm.”

When he moved to descend the ladder, you slid on your knees to grab hold of his wrist. “Come on, big guy. It's one night.”

“Yn, what if I said I was claustrophobic, huh?” He whined, but reluctantly followed you all the way up the ladder and into the attic. He straightened—big mistake. You heard the loud thump as his head met the roof, and grimaced. “Oooow!”

You hissed and reached over to gently rub the place that began to smart when he leaned down. “Are you okay?”

“No,” he whimpered. “Can I sleep in the lobby?”

Around ten minutes later, after many trials and tribulations and head bonks, you and Yunho somehow transferred your duffle bags up the ladder and into your glorified crawl space. They took up the space just beside the ladder and at the foot of the bed, and as you stared at said twin bed, you wondered if Yunho's legs would even fit on it.

Most likely not.

In fact, you were certain that two people couldn't even fit on the bed unless they were either on top of each other or packed together like sardines.

You reminded yourself that it was only going to be one night. This was what the two of you got for leaving five hours after everyone else, just to get caught in tonight's awful storm and stuck with the only “room” available for miles. In retrospect, it was your fault. Yunho had been generous enough in offering to stay behind with you until you finished your last exam.

“You can have the bed,” you told him as you were both crouched by your bags to grab clothes to sleep in. Despite your realization about your counterpart's long limbs and the bed's shortcomings, you wanted to extend an offer of chivalry.

Yunho twisted around and sent you an incredulous look. “What?”

“You drove us up here,” you replied with a shrug. You swiftly draped your sleep clothes over one arm and gathered your bag of toiletries in the other. “And you waited for me to finish my exam and you're kinda being dealt the short end of the stick with this room.”

He sat down on the floor with his knees pulled up to his chest, and though his face was still pulled into the same expression, he laughed. “Yn, I hate to break it to you, but I think you're gonna fit better on that bed than I will.”

You pursed your lips, gazing over at the narrow slot on the floor between the other sloping roof and the bed. That was the only other place someone could sleep in this room. “I don't want you to sleep on the floor though.”

“I know I was complaining, but don't worry about it,” he reassured as he turned back to dig through his duffle. He flicked his wrist blindly in your direction. “You can wash up first; I'll set everything up.”

Since he left little to no room for argument, you resolved to do as he suggested. There was a community washroom on the floor below that you made your way toward. As unfortunate as your accommodation was for the night, you were eager to head back up and go to sleep. Yours and Yunho's friends were all waiting at Seonghwa's cabin already, and perhaps it wasn't just exhaustion that made you antsy for this night to get a move on.

You and Yunho just needed to get through tonight. It would be fine.

When you returned to the attic crawl space, Yunho had everything set up as he said he would. He'd found an extra set of sheets from one of the downstairs closets and laid it on the ground by the bed, then rationed one of the blankets for himself and the other for you on the bed.

You let out a tired sigh and trudged over to the bed to grab the pillow from where it rested on the headboard. You set the pillow instead at the head of Yunho's sleeping situation, then balled up one of your jackets to use as your own pillow. Once satisfied, you climbed into bed, and you were out like a light.

Everything was hazy as you emerged from deep sleep to confused half-consciousness. The room was descended into darkness, the sounds of light rain drumming steadily against the sloped rooftop above your head. Your brain felt like it was stuffed with cotton—why had you suddenly woken up?

Then you heard it.

“Achoo.” Then another one. And another one.

Even half dead, your brain could put two and two together. You rolled over slightly to wave your arm over the side of the bed, hand flapping around until you bumped Yunho's shoulder. “Hey, Yunho.”

Another sneeze.

“Yun, get your butt up here.”

He grunted. “'m fine.”

“You're gonna get sick,” you grumbled with your face half squished against your jacket zipper. That was definitely going to leave a mark in the morning. “Come up here, for fuck's sake.”

He made another noise, perhaps of acknowledgment, before you heard sounds of movement.

You kept your eyes half-lidded to keep as much light out as possible, and rolled over again. As he crawled onto his knees, and then his feet, you opened up your blanket to him so he could join you.

“Pillow,” he slurred—you whined when it hit you in the face. “Sorry.”

In a drowsy drugged tango, you swapped your jacket out for the pillow and Yunho wormed his way onto the bed beneath your blanket. You scooted as close to the wall as you could, but even then, Yunho was pressed flush against you. His arms came around your waist, his nose wedging itself between your neck and shoulder until he was comfortable.

“Your feet are cold,” you muttered. “Get them under the blanket.”

“Too tall.”

“Show off.”

He huffed out a puff of air against your neck like a laugh, then tucked his knees up slightly to fit under the blanket. Your legs were now tangled among his, your bodies curled tightly together. In the morning, you would rationalize it out as creating body heat to prevent either of you from getting sick.

When movement stopped, you voiced into the darkness, “Better?”

A content sigh. “Better.”

Maybe this accommodation wasn't so bad after all.

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[entitled-fangirl]

Two idiots in love. (P9)

Joel Miller x anemic!reader

Summary: The reader is determined to care for Ellie and Joel as he recovers. She meets a seemingly kind man named David, and she struggles with whether to trust him or not.

Masterlist

Part 1 and 10

Author's note: God forbid I ever get straight to the point.

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Y/N let out a gasp at Joel's bruising grip on her wrist. 

Maybe she should've warned the man before applying that much pressure to the wound.

But she was panicking, and didn't know what to do with herself.

The strings of hardly heard curses that came from Joel's mouth were like angelic sounds to the woman. 

It meant he was still alive.

And that was enough for her. 

The basement of an abandoned house in the middle of nowhere was not exactly the place Y/N wanted to be, but they needed to give Joel time to heal. 

And she was more than willing to do anything for him.

For her Joel.

"Come on, come on, Joel. You gotta help me." She muttered under her breath to him.

He barely tilted his head up to her, "Leave."

Ellie looked over the woman's shoulder, "Shut up, Joel."

"And take the gun."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Ellie screamed.

He reached out and grabbed Y/N's collar. With what strength he had left, he pulled her close to his face, "You go north. You go to Tommy."

She shook her head at him hurriedly, only making the man panic further. "S..sweet girl, please."

"You… you just let me stay. How am I supposed to just leave you?"

"Go. GO!" And he pushed her shoulder, making her stumble back onto the floor.

Ellie was frustrated, and went outside to give herself time to breathe.

Y/N moved back towards Joel, letting her fingers gently brush his messy curls from his face, "Honey, I'm not going anywhere. I'm gonna… stay as long as I need to. Until you're ready to go again."

The gently prodding of her fingers in his hair was whisking him to sleep.

But she needed to hear his voice more before she let him finally succumb, "Joel…?"

She barely heard his replied hum.

"What um… you said you had left a note for me? Well… I was just thinking about it… What did it say?"

"You…" he swallowed, struggling to talk, "You read it when… when you get back to Jackson…"

She shook her head again, "I'm not going. I told you that."

His lips pulled into a very small smile, "You're so pretty. So… so beautiful…"

She watched his eyes close and his body finally relax as he fell asleep.

She let out a sigh, pulling Joel's jacket over his body to give him warmth.

…

Ellie let out a small cry as she tried to give Joel water.

He was still passed out cold, and she had resorted to dripping water from her fingers onto his lips in hopes that he'd take it.

Y/N walked by the sight with a sigh, before leaning down behind the girl, "You're doing alright, baby."

And she kissed Ellie on the top of the head.

Ellie couldn't remember the last time someone did that.

Or even ANY time somebody had done that for her.

"I'm gonna go out… try to hunt." Y/N said. "We're gonna need something if we stay here. Think you can hold down the fort for me, El?"

Ellie nodded. "I can do that."

She smiled, "Good. I'll be back in a few hours. Hopefully with dinner. I won't lie to you, though. I'm not as good of a shot as Joel."

Only then did Ellie finally smile. "Just… promise you'll come back?"

"Don't worry. I'm not gonna leave you, baby."

And Y/N kissed the unconscious Joel on the forehead before heading upstairs.

…

God, Y/N forgot how much she hated the cold.

Especially knowing that Joel wouldn't be able  to warm her up when she got back like he always used to.

But as luck would have it, a beautiful deer was only 20 yards from her.

She smiled, and knelt down to crouch with the gun. 

She remembered Joel's words.

Slow and steady. Gently. 

Gunshot.

Right in its head.

But as luck would have it, someone was ready to take it back with them instead.

…

David sighed, "What do you think?"

James shrugged, "Seems fine to me."

"Alright. Well, let's get it now. I reckon that whoever shot it is not far off."

David kneeled down to grab the deer.

And hear the click of a handgun against his head.

"Don't. Move."

Y/N faked bravery with her words and actions, but inside, she was terrified. 

"Drop your fucking rifles."

The men did so, and Y/N let David stand.

The two men turned around to face her.

They could see the quick rise and fall of her chest even through her heavy coat. The panic in her eyes.

"You're quite a hunter." David reasoned. "We didn't even hear you coming."

"Where the hell did you come from?" She retaliated. 

"We're not here to hurt you." David reasoned again, "Let us have 10 seconds of your time."

"Just answer the goddamn question!" 

"I'm David, this is my friend James. We're from a larger group: women, children, and we're all very, very hungry…"

"Weird," Y/N lied. "I'm from a large group, too. But, I don't steal others' game." 

"Well, even so," David tried again, "ya can't drag this back on your own."

"I can fucking try."

The man sighed, "We're not asking for charity. We can trade you for some of the deer. We have… well, what do you need?"

Y/N was actually considering his offer. Her gun lowered just barely. "…Medicine?"

She didn't notice the way James' jaw clenched.

"We do," David nodded, "Back in our village. You're welcome to follow us."

"I'm not stupid," she scoffed. "You stay with me." She nodded towards James, "He can go get it and come back. Half the deer."

David nodded, "What kind of medicine?"

She let out a shuddered breathe, watching it show in the cold air, "Uh… penicillin? For infections?"

"Alright." He turned to James, "Go talk to Howard. Bring back two bottles and a syringe. It's not code. Do as I say."

Y/N let the barrel of the gun follow James as he stepped away.

"Now, step away from the rifle."

David did so immediately. "Whose gun is that? Your husbands?"

Y/N let out a scoff. She picked up David's rifle and slung it over to shoulder along with Joel's. 

"None of your fucking business."

"Is he sick? Is that why you're out here instead of him?"

Y/N just shook her head and his antics. 

"Well, look. It's a four-mile round trip back to our settlement. It's gonna be a while before James gets back. I have some oil and matches in my pack. We could.. uh… take shelter. Start a fire."

She pursed her lips. 

The man seemed sincere.

"Alright. But you drag the deer."

…

"So, what's your name?"

Y/N scrunched up her nose as she looked down to her gun that rested on the floor near her crossed legs.

"It's hard to trust strangers. I know," David nodded. "But, I honestly mean you no harm."

She was cursing herself for her big fucking heart.

David seems to notice her internal battle. "For what it's worth, there's room for you in our group."

She shook her head, "I'm not interested in your… hunger club or whatever."

"I'm just a man tryna take care of the people who rely on me. Like… whoever is sick that's relying on you now."

"So, you're their leader?"

"Wasn't my choice. It was theirs. But… yeah."

"What… what do you mean?"

"Well, I'm a preacher. It's not a cult thing… just standard Bible stuff."

Her eyebrows furrowed, "After all this, you still believe in that?"

He smiled, "I actually started believing after the world ended."

A hint of a smile rested on the woman's face. "Interesting. Well, I'm sorry to have crossed paths with you like this. Maybe in another life, I would've joined your group. But I have my own."

David nods, "Well, I believe everything happens for a reason."

She scoffed slightly.

"It's true!" He laughed. "It does. I can prove it to you!"

She laughed, "Alright. Shoot."

"Well, we didn't expect this winter to be so harsh. Hard to find game. So, I sent four of our people to a nearby town to scavenge what they could. And… only three of them came back."

Oh fuck.

She tried to keep her face from showing any emotion.

"Turns out," David continued, "He was murdered by this crazy man. And get this: That crazy man was traveling with a little family. A wife and a girl."

Y/N leaned back, letting her hand slowly wander back to her gun on the floor.

"See?" David smiled. "Everything happens for a reason. James, lower the gun."

Her body went into flight mode, jumping up and pointing her handgun at James. But his rifle was already aimed at her.

"She's the one that killed Alec, isn't she?" James asked.

"She didn't kill anybody," David smiled. "Lower the gun."

James hesitantly did so.

Y/N felt like she was suffocating.

"Did you being the medicine?" David asked.

James nodded, "I did, but-"

"-Give it to her."

He held the medicine out, and Y/N slowly approached him and took it.

She then began to back away, deciding to go without the deer.

"I know you're not with a group," David said. "You won't survive long. I can protect you."

She shook her head. "I don't need your help. We're fine on our own."

Then, she took off in a sprint.

…

"Ellie? ELLIE!" Y/N screamed as she ran into the house.

Ellie immediately ran up the stairs to the woman, pulling her into a hug. "Did you get it?"

She shook her head, "No… I… I'm sorry. But, I got something for Joel." She pulled out the penicillin.

"What is that?"

Y/N smiled widely, "It's medicine. I got him medicine."

…

The next day, Y/N had volunteered to go out to scoop snow for Joel.

She was trying to not freak out Ellie about what had happened the previous day.

Which meant she didn't tell Ellie about it at all, and volunteered for anything that was outside of the house.

So, when a few of David's men showed up in the neighborhood, she was thankful that she was the one out there instead of her girl.

"Stay alert," David said, "If this man's not already dead, he's dangerous."

"And the girl and the woman?"

"We bring them back with us."

James sighed, "I don't mean to question your sense of mercy, David. We can let them go. But, we bring them back with us, they're just more mouths to feed."

"If we leave them out here, they'll die."

"Yeah," James retaliated, "Well, maybe that's God's will."

David turned to look at James, but didn't say a word.

…

"Ellie. Joel." Y/N whispered when she finally made it back to the house.

"What the fuck is happening?" Ellie worried.

"You need to stay here. Stay quiet. There are… fuck… there are men outside. I have to go." 

Y/N kneeled by Joel's head, taking it in her hands, "Wake up. Joel, honey, wake up."

She smiled as his eyelids barely opened to reveal his dark eyes.

"There are men that are coming, okay? I'm gonna lead them away from you two but if anybody makes it down here, you…" she looks up at Ellie in exasperation. "…you gotta fucking kill them. Don't… don't hesitate."

She stood, "And don't let Joel sleep."

She wanted to hold Ellie and tell her it would be okay.

She wanted to kiss Joel again and feel his warm breath on her face.

She wanted a lot of things.

But wants weren't allowed anymore.

She hurried upstairs. 

…

She knew she couldn't fight them.

And she couldn't outrun them.

Maybe she would just have to surrender herself to save them.

Then Ellie and Joel could find her. 

Or they could die in the cold.

Better than dying at the hands of these men.

She wandered down a few street, as far as she could to keep them from looking in the house that Joel slept in.

She had to fake confusion.

Her plan was in action.

When the man rounded the corner, she pretended to be tying her horse to a tree.

And she feigned surprise when she heard the clicking of their guns.

She turned around with a worried expression, "oh, shit." She murmured. "…David?"

He smiled, "You know, I never caught your name."

"Why do you want it so bad?"

He shrugged, "I just… like ya or something. You have this… way about you. You draw people in."

She shook her head, "Well… I guess you came in time."

He tilted his head in confusion, "In time… for what?"

She had to pinch herself to make the tears come, "They… they're dead."

David's face turned to one of remorse, "Oh, sweetheart. I'm sorry. That can't be an easy feeling. A now childless widow. But don't worry." He smiled at her as he approached, "We'll take care of you."

"David…?" James asked.

He turned to look over his shoulder, "What's one more mouth, James?"

But when David turned back to Y/N, she punched him as hard as she could in his jaw.

And she ran.

It threw the men off, and they weren't sure what to do.

But as they ran after her, David's voice traveled through the cold air, "ALIVE!"

It was harder to run in the snow than she thought.

But those thoughts stopped when she hit a brick wall.

James.

He grabbed her throat, cutting off her air supply.

She gasped under his grip until her face started to lose color.

Now real tears were falling from her eyes.

Especially when she felt her body give way.

David made his way over to the unconscious body. He picked her up gently before turning to the men. "You want vengeance? Go door to door. Find him. Deliver it."

And the preacher began to walk back to camp with Joel's most delicate and precious possession in his arms.

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[divine-misfortune]

Swiss had reached out and playfully ruffled his sweaty hair after Phantom pulled his helmet off. He grinned broadly as he praised him for his first ritual, and like his enthusiasm was contagious, Phantom found himself smiling, smiling stupidly at that. The little chuckle Swiss spared made something warm settle in his chest. Easily warding off the pinpricks of doubt.

When he withdrew to continue on backstage, Phantom physically sagged. He almost reached out to grab Swiss by the wrist. But he didn't. He had enough self control to keep his hand at his side, even if his fingers still twitched with a pitiful need. Despite that restraint, Swiss still noticed the poor bug's face fall when he moved on from him, the flicker of disappointment from the corner of his eye was almost missable.

And later on the bus when the buzz of adrenaline in the air had seemingly died down as most of the other ghouls had either slipped off to bed or were forcibly dragged into a bunk for, as Mountain called it, mandatory cuddle time, Phantom couldn't even think of sleeping.

The quintessence ghoul was wired. He'd barely forced himself to stop pacing the length of the bus, brain far too busy for rest. Without the distraction of the others, Phantom was left in a weirdly sharp silence. There was too much room for him to think, and nothing coming to mind was remotely pleasant.

Mistakes, too many of them to be acceptable. All of his sharp notes and missed cues were digging away at him, leaving a gaping pit in his gut. He'd been warned that there were big shoes to fill, but it felt like he'd hardly even stepped into them. Disappointment itched under his skin and he busied his hands repeatedly combing through the ends of his hair in an attempt to self soothe. It barely did the job but it was something to focus on.

Padding up and down the narrow aisle between the bunks eventually earned him the attention of a very groggy multi ghoul. The thin, and honestly sorry excuse of a privacy curtain was tugged back and Swiss' head poked out. He looked just as tired as Phantom felt.

"Hey," Swiss whispered as he propped himself up on his elbow, head lolling heavily towards his pillow like he just might sink back into it at any second "Surprised you aren't sleeping, Rora straight up passed out the second we got on the bus."

"...Can't sleep." Phantom shrugged and twisted a loose strand of white hair around his index finger, "sorry if I woke you."

"Hadn't nodded off just yet..." Judging from the lazy way he blinked, he was lying. "You okay?"

Phantom opened his mouth but felt his throat unwillingly tighten before any sound could get out.

I fucked it up. I ruined the first fucking song. Copia hasn't said a word to me since before we got on stage.

He didn't trust himself to speak like this. Not while his brain felt like tearing itself apart. He bit the inside of his cheek and shrugged again, a feeble smile forced onto his face. It surely didn't meet his eyes.

Swiss frowned.

"Wanna talk about it?" He shook his head abruptly and Swiss's brow furrowed for a moment in thought before patting the edge of the bed. "Okay, we don't need to talk then, c'mere."

Phantom paused fully, even the restless way he combed through his hair stilled. He tipped his head.

"Trust me?"

For a moment Phantom rocked back on his heels. He could very well shake his head again and slink back to his own bunk. Curl up against the wall and keep his problems to himself. There were a dozen or so more rituals to get through, he couldn't just go crawling back to his pack mates like some sad kit every time he made a mistake. He needed to learn to live with it.

But Swiss looked at him kindly. He waited patiently in the silence that Phantom was allowing to drag on. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he took a step forward and felt a faint heat in his cheeks when that same grin made a reappearance. More lopsided this time, but it held the same sort of warmth to it.

It was an awkward fit, getting them both in such a narrow space when Swiss was bigger and broader than Phantom in most senses, but Swiss dutifully pressed his back to the wall and allowed him the space to get comfortable. They'd never been close like this as far as Phantom could recall, and he hoped Swiss couldn't hear the way his pulse rattled in his rib cage. Even in the dark, he could see the fine details of the older ghoul's face. Most notably, the way decades of joy had etched soft lines around his eyes and mouth. Part of him wanted to reach out, touch them delicately, and hope for the same in time. He chose to keep his hands clutched to his chest instead.

Phantom inhaled shakily as he settled under the blankets and tried not to pay much attention to the sweet musky smell that washed over him. Gentle waves of something oddly comforting pulling the tension from his shoulders.

"Hi," Swiss hummed. He seemed pleased with himself, watching the quintessence ghoul through heavily lidded eyes.

"...Thought we didn't have to talk."

The multi ghoul chuckled under his breath with a nod, "I did, didn't I? One more question and no more words, deal?"

"I guess."

"Is it okay if I touch you?"

Phantom felt his stomach flip in the hollow space it seemed to exist in. There was a sudden spike in his gut, not exactly anxiety but close enough to panic for him to notice. He fidgeted with the collar of his shirt.

"Y...Yeah."

Uncertainty left a sour taste in his mouth, but the quintessence ghoul held his breath and waited. Waited for the wandering hand that was inevitably find its way past the elastic of his boxers and to where he was most vulnerable. Would that make him feel better? To let Swiss guide him towards exhaustion with a loose fist and a certain brand of filth he wasn't accustomed to? The idea did nothing to ease a swelling anxiety but Phantom was certain Swiss knew best. At least knew better than him, and he trusted the older ghoul to care for him in his stint of weakness.

In all the months Phantom had been topside, this was the first true unguarded moment he'd allowed himself in front of another ghoul. It felt like showing his belly, an uncomfortable display of submission and weakness. He couldn't keep Swiss' overly warm gaze when he slipped an arm over his waist. Large hand laid flat on the space between his shoulder blades, an almost laughable reminder of how small he was - how small he felt. What little space had been between them was closed, and suddenly Swiss was encompassing him fully. There was nothing to focus on besides Swiss. Heat pulsed in his cheeks and he opted to hide behind his eyelids.

Phantom wasn't sure what was coming. His skin prickled underneath Swiss' touch as it drifted. Even through a barrier of fabric the sensation was too vivid. Surely Swiss could feel his muscles going tought.

But Swiss didn't mention it, and his hand found a home in the little ghoul's dark hair. Unglamored claws grazed the nape of his neck before scratching lightly at the base of his skull. He braced himself for the mean grip that he'd been told Swiss liked to take but that firm hand never came.

There was something cautious in the way Swiss held him, like he was fragile. Valued, even.

He kissed the space between his horns, and Phantom realized he was shaking. Kindness was not a foreign concept to the little ghoul. It still somehow took him by surprise. Such a slow and careful display of affection. How was he supposed to react? All he could think to do was clutch onto Swiss' shirt like a lifeline.

"Oh bug..." The multi ghoul was frowning. He could hear the sad cadence in his voice. "I've got you, you're okay..."

It was like he'd given Phantom the permission to break because it hit him like a train. A sob tore out of his throat, eager to escape the confines of his vessel. Swiss only shifted closer and allowed him to bury his face into his chest.

"I can't do this-" Phantom hiccuped through his tears and Swiss gently carded his fingers further into his hair. "I can't, I can't, I'm not meant for this. I fucked up, I'm gonna keep fucking up."

"Hey, hey," Swiss squeezed him lightly. "These things aren't meant to be perfect. Nobody expects them to be."

"I ruined it from the first note, and it only got worse from there..."

"We've all made mistakes, I mean...Hell, I sang the chorus during an instrumental section during one of my first shows. And Dew? Dew once fucked up the start of ritual so bad Copia literally mocked him on stage. Little guy was damn near ready to spike his guitar into the ground."

Phantom only attempted to hide further.

"...You know why Rain's name is Rain?"

"No?"

"Because he slipped during his first show, and rain falls down."

He couldn't help the way his quiet laugh made his shoulders shake. Swiss kissed the top of his head this time.

"I'm sure Dew's shown you the video of me falling off my platform at least a dozen times by now."

"...Once or twice."

"See? Mistakes happen. It's your first time, little shadow, you did amazing...We're so proud of you."

Phantom sniffled. His eyes stung and his throat felt tight. Swiss continued the comforting and repetitive drag of his nails over his scalp, a low rumble kicking up in his chest. The quintessence ghoul felt himself truly melting into him.

"You okay?" Swiss asked and rubbed little circles into his back.

"...Tired."

"You wanna go to sleep?"

"Mhm...Can I, um, stay here?"

"Course you can, whatever you want."

Phantom breathed in shakily, peeling himself off of the multi ghoul long enough for him to wipe his eyes. Swiss still looked down at him fondly. Exhaustion present on his face, but fond nonetheless.

"Thank you," he mumbled and allowed Swiss to pull him back in with a tuneless hum. He was just as tired, and Phantom easily slotted himself back into the other ghoul. Wrapped up in his arms, legs tangled together, Phantom could finally let himself rest.

[nouacane]

skin shapes

pairing: spencer reid x bau!fem!reader

summary: after a hard case, spencer tries to comfort you by drawing shapes in your hands.

warnings: mostly fluff, reader is bothered by something but the problem is never really mentioned

author's notes: my first ever post here so i'm kinda nervous !! had to write this for my current spencer obssession, so enjoy! i hope you all love this <3

wc: 624

His mind was somewhere else.

The low hum of the jet engine was buzzing underneath him, although he could hardly feel it under his feet anymore. It probably would’ve bothered him if he was reading or playing chess with Derek, but it really didn’t matter right now. Spencer Reid was completely unfocused because all his mind could focus on was you, how your whole body gave in to exhaustion as soon as you left the accommodating precinct, how awfully quiet you had been for the last few hours, and how

“Kid?” He quickly shakes his head as he turns to Morgan, his thoughts fading for a second. The man had been by his side this whole time, discussing some kind of detail about the case. Unfortunately, Spencer didn’t pay enough attention to it to actually remember what it was. “You okay?”

“Yeah, sorry. I just got distracted.” He mumbled some kind of quick excuse, and Derek just brushed it off with a content hum. As Derek resumed his rant, Spencer couldn’t help but paint his gaze around looking for yours, lingering a bit on you as soon as he found it. He excused himself from his spot and marched towards you, leaving his friend behind.

“Hey.” He hoped he would've sounded a bit more confident, but his voice came out just above a whisper. It was loud enough for you to hear, though, he figured, as you looked up from your files.

“Hey.” You give him a soft smile to match your tone, gesturing to the spot next to you when you realize that he is too afraid to ask. Your body relaxed away when you felt the seat shift beneath you, warmth radiating from the boy beside you.

“Are you alright? You seem a little... off today.” He felt you tense under his innocent question and quirked an eyebrow. You felt him staring. He was profiling you.

“What makes you think that?” You quickly glance at him before turning your gaze away, scoffing something under your breath before speaking up. “Don’t profile me.”

“Oh, huh,” he blinked and sat up straight, a pinkish tone blossoming from his cheeks in embarrassment for getting caught. Muttering a soft “sorry” and looking away, you couldn't help but chuckle. “It's okay, Spence.”

You felt him staring again. Or more like observing, like he would probably defend. And you couldn't blame him, really. He was now getting a glimpse into a new reality of yours—one so different from the bubbly persona he was so used to that he didn’t know what to expect. For the first time in his life, Spencer didn’t have the knowledge to fix it.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You shake your head in response as you sink deeper into the leather seat, feeling as if your eyes are finally succumbing to sleep. He wasn't going to push it, either. Spencer doesn’t dare to move or make a sound, figuring you needed that bit of rest before you reached Quantico.

So, before his mind could really process his next move, he grabbed your hand and pulled it into his, squeezing it softly. Normal Spencer would tremble at the thought of holding hands, quickly bursting into a rant about how people are more likely to transmit infections than those who exchange a friendly kiss on the cheek and how hands are a critical link in the chain of infection because they transmit infections from surfaces to people and between people. Right now, he doesn’t really care. So he sticks to rubbing his thumb over your hand, softly brushing a heart over it, in hopes that you will feel his love radiating through it. And by the smile on your face, you probably did.

[junicult]

I love how you write harvey sm!!! You had me swooning with every words !! So sweet, short, and straight to the point but very flavorful and entertaining! i'm so happy i came across your blog !

I have a prompt that u can feel free to use!

What do you think Harvey is like when he & the farmer just got married? For example, is he very timid that he couldn't sleep when next to the farmer? Is he very hesitant to hold them? Or other things u think/headcanon? Would love to read your thoughts! Thank you so much for your time !!<3

!! harvey as your new husband

contains ; domestic fluff. another post of me rambling lol. entirely sfw! gn!farmer / gender is never implied. short drabble.

note ; i’m in a harvey brainrot rn that every time i try to sit down to write for the other bachelors, i just end up staring at my screen doing nothing 😓

when you were only dating, it wasn’t rare for harvey to come over while you were working after he found some time of his own.

even once, after you invited him over and sighed about how dirty you felt the cottage was since you hardly had time to clean—he became accustomed to do so just for you.

bringing over his own cleaning supplies just to sweep the dust, help with laundry, clean your kitchen and make dinner for you.

and he didn’t even mind doing all of it, just to help you lift the weight of your chores.

so after that one time, and you came home to see a squeaky clean home, and your excellent boyfriend after a particularly exhausting day—you could’ve cried.

not to mention, he goes the great mile. those large yellow gloves over his hands, non-slip shoes and a hardware apron over his clothes so he wouldn’t get himself dirty.

some may say it’s a bit dramatic, but he says prepared.

anyways, it became a routine he was fond of doing.

harvey came over a lot. to the point where his own house didn’t really feel like home anymore.

he hated those nights when he couldn’t come over, forced to sleep in his own bed without you by his side. it would take him longer to fall asleep if he couldn’t feel you next to him. he probably had to hug a pillow just to feel something lol.

so when you got married, it’s safe to say he was ecstatic to be moving out of his lonely apartment. especially when you made time to come help him, packing stuff in boxes.

it really made him realize how life changing it is. to see you labeling each box, sorting through his cds and tapes while talking about your future together.

“i think these would look nice in our living room, i could move my bookshelf over and we could squeeze this in…” you ramble on, face full of concentration.

it made his heart gush, even just hearing you call it our living room.

when you’d “ooo” and “aaa” at items of his you looked forward to decorating the house with, and “uhh” at the ones you didn’t. he couldn’t possibly be upset, if anything, he’d laugh at your honesty. there’s nothing that’d make him upset right now.

so when you were finally married, you had to work but he spent the majority of the day squeezing his stuff into the house like you both planned, it still felt right.

you didn’t have to be beside him, helping him unbox for him to be happy. he found everything seemed to fit in place.

settling in didn’t feel as much of a task as you both thought it’d be. there was always a cloud of sadness when he’d have to leave, so finally that experience was tarnished after the knot was tied.

there’s no leaving anymore, because he always comes right back.

at this point, his nerves being around you were fizzled, but of course he still got butterflies when he’d see you.

any moment he was intimate with you still made him feel much younger with the way his heart would pound and his palms would grow sweaty. even if you were just leaning in to kiss him.

so the first night you two were living together as a married couple—i don’t think he’d be so nervous.

or at least, not nervous in a bad way.

“which side of the bed should i sleep on?”

“harvey, we’ve slept together before. this isn’t new.” you tease.

“well we’ve never slept together as a married couple who lives in the same house. this is the start to the rest of our lives, i want to make sure we’re making the right decision,” and after he realizes what he implied, he’s widening his eyes and shaking his head, “no! not like that! as in, what if i sleep on the right side, but i sleep on my right side so my back is always turned to you—“

“harvey, honey…i’m not going to be mad at you if i wake up and you’re not facing me.” you giggle.

he really knows how to overthink everything.

but once you’re finally tucked in bed together (you on the right, him on the left) i don’t think he’ll overthink at this point.

by now, you’re both so in love that he doesn’t second guess reaching over to hold you anymore. he doesn’t need to rethink all of that.

when you latch onto him, pressing your face into his chest and wrapping your arms around him—he’s bound to get butterflies. you may even hear his heart beat a little quicker. but he’s not shy to give you the same treatment.

if he could, he’d hold you all day. he never wants to let go.

[arverst-aegnar]

Stupid. Inexpressibly stupid. Zuko had asked her to dinner; a bit more formally than usual, but they ate together all the time whenever she was in Caldera. And Zuko was unnecessary formal sometimes, because he was the Fire Lord, and because he was dramatic, theatrical, and all-around awkward. It had been an especially nice dinner, with all of her favorites from Water Tribe and Fire Nation cuisine, because Zuko was a good friend with a tendency to go overboard for the people he cared about. And yes, he had been a bit more dressed up than usual, but there were any number of Fire Lord duties that could have required that of him, and he probably hadn't taken the time to change into something more comfortable because it would take too long. Most likely Zuko hadn't even realized how formal it was, let alone specifically chosen it for the occasion; the finer points of fashion always slipped by him. It was all plainly obvious in hindsight, but because Katara was an idiot, she had overlooked the plainly obvious and plowed straight into the most embarrassing alternative. She had taken it all in as Zuko helped her into her chair – like he would have done for any lady – and blurted out, "Is this a date?"

Zuko, of course, had gone red and stuttered out stuff like "no!" and "of course not!" and "just friends!", and Katara had been too embarrassed herself to smooth things over. The evening was ruined: they hardly spoke, the food tasted like sand in her mouth, and Zuko had barely touched dessert before fleeing with some excuse about a meeting in the morning. Like he didn't always have a meeting in the morning, but was always willing to put off sleep if it meant more time with his friends. Two days later, he was still avoiding her, and Katara couldn't blame him for it. She would have made things easier on him and left, but the Southern Water Tribe ambassador wanted her help on a trade discussion with the Earth Kingdom, she'd promised the homeless veterans she'd talk to the Council about opening a new clinic, somebody had to put pressure on Lord Taiko to keep his word about closing down that factory, and a dozen other matters required her presence, if not her attention. She had been colossally, tremendously stupid, and she could only hope that she hadn't ruined her friendship with Zuko forever. --‐-- With the help of his friends and his uncle, Zuko had finally started to move away from calling himself an idiot, or a failure, or any of the countless other cruel epithets he had heard growing up; mostly. On occasions like this one, he made an exception. How stupid of him, to think that just because Katara wasn't dating Aang that she would be interested in him. How arrogant to assume that her warm smiles, her frequent visits, her passion for his nation and its people signified more than her love for her friends and her care for the world, and how ungrateful to want more. How foolish it had been to let those secret hopes build up until they fell, crushing him underneath. Childishly, Zuko longed to hide out in his room until the ache in his chest subsided, but even if he could shirk his responsibilities to do so, it would wreck any chance he had of hiding his idiocy from Katara. If she knew – well, not even his self-loathing would allow for Katara to be anything less than the considerate, compassionate woman he knew her to be, but he still couldn't bear the thought of her knowing. Maybe because he didn't want to burden her with worrying about his stupid feelings, maybe it was a holdover from his childhood, maybe both. Still, as he hadn't yet learned how not to wear his heart on his sleeve, Zuko took every opportunity to put distance between them. She'd pick up on it soon, if she hadn't already, but he thought he had a few days yet before she'd ask for an explanation, and maybe he could think up a convincing enough lie in that interim. Until then, he would attempt to piece his heart back together, and pray that he hadn't ruined everything.

[toonztown]

Mafia husband! x (GN) reader Part 2

It has been about 3 days since you've moved into the mansion, your 'fiancé' is constantly busy with work so to your delight you hardly see him. You still couldn't believe it just a few days ago you were a normal high schooler, average grades but now your staying in a house you couldn't afford in your lifetime to be married off to a member of the mafia.

You sat up in bed, you spend most of your days in your room, sleeping the day a away, hoping that this is all just a bad dream; only to find yourself disappointed every time you wake up.

just before you were about to go back to sleep, there was a soft knock at the door. "excuse me mr capone has requested you come down for breakfast at once." the voice on the other side said. you made an audible groan and you make your way out of bed, the last thing you wanted was food much less breakfast with Mr. capone. You knew denying would be a- foolish decision, he could kill you in a heart beat. You open the closet and are stunned by the amount of expensive clothing, not a single one of them looked worn, could it be? he bought them for you? You felt your heart warm ever so slightly at the thought, you shook your head. You pick out something that you liked and changed into it, not bothering to fix your hair, maybe if he finds you unappealing to the eyes he'll let you go? its a small chance but it gave you hope. now here you were, seated at a large table full of various foods you've never tried before and across from you was the man who brought you to this hell, Mr capone. Maybe this is a good time to question him when the time was right? you picked up your glass of wine, you didn't take a sip just stare at it then back at him. You gather the courage to finally ask him "so why me." you asked, your cold gaze fixed on him. your question seemed to catch him off guard for a moment, he tilted his head in confusion with a sly grin. "i have no idea what you mean dearest." he replied, downing a glass of wine, his voice had a hint of playfulness, he was totally taunting you.

now he was playing dumb? who does he think he is. You clench your fist into a ball before slamming it down on the table "dont act dumb! why did you chose me! why did you bring me here instead of just killing me! why do you want to marry me?!" through all your questioning and ranting he just stared at you silently, tapping his fingers on the table. He was going annoyed, maybe going on a rampage was not a good idea. once your anger died down you were filled with deep regret- ohh why did you do something so stupid, you sat back down. You grabbed the bottle of wine and drank it, if your going to die, might as well die intoxicated. Mr capone got up from his seat across the table and made his way over to you.

your cheek was met with a harsh slap that would have your face stinging for a while, he grabbed you by the hair and yanked your head back forcing your eyes to meet. Oh he was pissed.

"let us get one thing straight you little bitch. Firstly i didn't 'chose you' your father just didn't have the ability to have more attractive offspring, second if i wanted to kill you i would have."

his grip on your hair tightened. He then slammed your head onto the table, you could feel blood drip down your nose from the impact, you struggle to get away but this only made him do it again but harder.

" Finally, marriage is the ultimate way to have claim over you. this isn't some dumb little fairy tale where i 'fall in love with the innocent damsel.' your my slave, im the master. If you EVER, have that attitude with me again, i will send you home to your old man in a fucking body bag you worthless whore."

His words and the buzzing pain in your head made it hard to do anything but nod, he threw you to the floor and gave you a beating that you would never forget. you dont remember what happened next or how you got to bed. When you woke up, you found that your wounds were treated and a bouquet of expensive looking flowers on your bed accompanied by a note. you did not have to open it to know who it was from, i guess this was Mr capone's twisted way of apologizing after injuring you to the point of you having to passing out.

inside the note was the basic im sorry, please forgive me, i do it cause i love you and how he promises to never lay a hand on your ever again, you scoff at the thought, that was a obvious lie, did he think you were that stupid?

you crumpled the note and toss it across the room not caring where it landed, your head still hurt from how hard he grabbed your hair. If he was willing to beat you that badly for just questioning him, you fear what he will do if you try to escape. you lay back down in bed, silently cursing your dad and his stupid gambling addiction, if it wasn't for him you would be in school right now, even the worst of your bullies were better than being stuck with him. you turned and faced the wall, holding your now bruise ridden body. Pulling the covers over your eyes you drift off to sleep, dreaming of being back home with your parents, even your dad. ignoring the fact that you were to be wed, in just 5 days.

[b00kdiary]

A Court of Pleasure and Ruin (ACOSF)

[The threesome scene that ACOTAR fans have wanted and needed since ACOSF]

Nesta can't stop thinking about how Azriel and Cassian made her feel during training and of all the things she wished she could do with them. Looks like her wishes have come true.

Warning: smut, smut, smut

Also available on Wattpad and Ao3

Nesta couldn't sleep.

It was easily nearing sun- up and yet all she could do was twist and turn in discomfort.

She was too fucking hot.

Pushing back the satin covers, Nesta hugged her bare legs, resting her chin tiredly against her knees. The movement was rough, the slow and deep ache of her bones whining in protest acted as a reminder of the gruelling training session from that morning.

Though it wasn't that morning's training session that had Nesta so wound up.

It was the two idiots that were there.

Cassian and Azriel.

They had both been present to train, unusual since typically only Cassian was there to train and annoy her. But Azriel had come up to the roof too.

And that would've been perfectly fine if they hadn't begun sparring.

Nesta was hardly one to ogle and drool after attractive men, but Cassian and Az didn't look like men... they looked like Gods.

She can still easily picture it now, the two men dancing around one another taunts leaving their lips to make the other trip up, and all the while they fought and tussled while shirtless.

Shirtless.

And sweaty.

And panting.

And understandably Nesta couldn't help the arousal that spurred in her, nor could she help the lustful and erotic thoughts that clouded her mind.

Particularly, the image of her trapped between those two beautiful and sweaty bodies. And these same thoughts haunted her throughout that training session and even up until she got into her bed.

And they haunted her now.

Nesta sighed, picking up the abandoned smutty novel at the side of her bed, before flicking to the bookmarked page. She shifted into a more comfortable position, her eyes focusing down at the endless words on the page, desperate for the distraction. Romance and erotic novels usually did the trick to clear her mind but even that was fruitless, she couldn't help thinking back to Cassian.

His hands-on her body, his tongue against her core, the sounds he made when-

Stop.

Cauldron, she had to stop.

The ache between her legs was relentless at this point and her skin was so clammy she felt almost dirty.

Not that she could take a bath.

Rising swiftly from the plush mattress, Nesta rose to the ground, her feet instantly meeting the ice-cold stone of her room. She didn't bother grabbing anything to wear on top of the sheer and strappy nightgown before she was marching out of the room.

To where? She didn't know herself.

Moving through the dimly lit and silent corridors, Nesta fought against herself.

She stopped.

Looking forward she had two choices; keep going straight and knock on Cassian's door or go anywhere else but there.

With barely held restraint, Nesta veered off to the right and into the kitchen. She quickly filled a glass with water, the cup going up to her lip and emptying within mere seconds. She was practically panting as placed the glass back down, the water hydrating her thirst and yet it did nothing to quench her desire.

"Stupid, stupid" Nesta muttered furiously, her pace quickening as she practically ran out of the kitchen.

And into someone.

"Where's the fire?" Cassian raised a brow.

Nesta opened her mouth to retort, but as her eyes lifted and she noticed another figure, wreathed in shadows stood beside him, the words dried up. Azriel frowned, looking from her to Cassian in confusion.

"I- uh," She stuttered, something she never did, "I just wanted some water" Nesta explained, calmer than before, "I was just going back to my room".

"Really?" Cassian quirked, smirking as he glanced at Az, "Because I'm pretty sure your room is in the opposite direction, and your heading to mine". Nesta's face heated, realisation dawning on her that she had unknowingly been heading to Cassian's room.

Her body knew what it wanted and it was going to go for it.

"And if I was?" She jerked back, her hands folding over her chest, pushing up her breasts making them almost spill out of her top. Cassian's eyes darken as they narrow down, he doesn't even hide the desire he has as he looks over her, gliding up from her bare legs to her full chest and back to those beautiful eyes.

Challenging eyes.

"Or maybe you were going to Azriel's room?"

That question catches her off guard, and her eyes flicker to an amused Azriel, who's leaning against the corridor wall, watching the drama unfold before him in silence.

"And why would I be doing that?" Nesta demands, defensively.

"Come on Ness, fae abilities remember?- let's list them off?" Cassian continues smugly, "Heightened abilities, stamina, strength, hearing, and smell".

The stress of smell made Nesta tense, her legs involuntarily clenching shut, the memory of it all flooding back. She felt her heart hammer and the embarrassment knot in her throat, but she refused to back down.

"So I liked what I saw, I'm not ashamed" Nesta jeered, jutting out a hip and narrowing her eyes.

"No, no- that's not what this is about" Cassian frowns stepping forward, his breath fanning her face and if Nesta breathed too hard, her nipples would brush up against his shirt.

The thought made her nipples harden under the fabric.

Cassian smirked, the change in Nesta's body and smell hitting him and going straight down to his dick.

"Az and I were talking, we're curious about what exactly you were thinking about that had you so unfocused?" He was taunting her, waiting for her to explode, but two could play at that game.

Nesta smirked, one Cassian found both sexy and terrifying. Stepping back, the space opened up, Nesta felt the Illyrian's attention snag on her.

"Why don't you both follow me back to my room and you can find out?"

They both froze.

Surprised.

Cassian's face had dropped, that arrogant mask falling away into shock and as her eyes travelled over to Azriel, she felt the same, his eyes met hers in disbelief, his back still glued to the wall, though much stiffer now.

Smirking in delight, Nesta, brushed past a silent Cassian and began her trek past Azriel and down the corridor, one that was much warmer and tense than it had been when she'd come alone not that long ago.

"Well," Nesta said, turning back to both Cassian and Azriel, who stood rooted to their spots, attention solely on Nesta, "Are you two coming?"

The reaction was palpable, from them both.

Nesta noted how the atmosphere clouded over, the arousal building in the air as both men looked to one another and with dark eyes and twitching wings began walking. Cassian was smirking excitement present while Azriel remained as stoic as ever, probably a little hesitant with the situation, though Nesta knew once they entered the room that would change.

Nesta's heart was racing too, hesitant and nervous but that was overwhelmed by her desperate need, the image of the two males devouring her had her stomach aching and core turning molten.

As soon as Nesta entered the room, Cassian was on her, twisting her at the waist and attaching his lips to hers. His tongue pushed past the defence of her teeth, their tongues battling for dominance. His hands, strong and unrelenting gripped her right breast making Nesta groan, the flesh pebbling over as he pinched the nub between his two fingers.

Nesta pulled back from Cassian a moment later, much to his chagrin, and her eyes fell upon Azriel, stood silently by the door, his eyes snagged on the two of them.

Knowing she had to be the one to toe the line, Nesta smirked, her eyes on Azriel as her hand came up to the two straps holding her entire dress together. Ever so slowly and with her eyes firmly on Azriel, she slipped the straps down her shoulders and inch by inch, Nesta removed the material until it pooled at her feet.

She watched in delight and desire as Azriel's eyes widened, his nostrils flaring as he took in her naked body and the scent of her wet arousal, his eyes zeroing in on her peaked nipples.

"Is the chaperone going to join the fun or does he just like to watch?" Nesta asked mockingly.

The way Azriel's face changed terrified and exhilarated Nesta, the cruel smirk that graced his face and the way he stalked over to her had her body clenching in anticipation.

Both males were on her in seconds.

Cassian had his tongue down Nesta's throat again, his tongue domineering over hers as Azriel's rough and scarred hands danced across her naked skin from behind, before one hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing just right.

Nesta moaned and her eyes rolled her Cassian dipped his head, plucking one nipple into his mouth, sucking at the sensitive flesh and his teeth lightly scraping by. Meanwhile, Azriel towering figure bent lower, his mouth attaching to the crevice of her neck, his teeth biting and tongue soothing over the delicate surface, bruising the skin.

The sound of Nesta's pants and the males' groans filled the air, Cassian working his way down her body with his hands, finding that sweet spot between her legs. The second his fingers connect with her wet core Nesta shudder's out a moan, arching her back, her ass brushing roughly against the hardness in Azriel's pants.

"Fuck Nesta, look how wet we've got you" Cassian groans, a low chuckle escaping his lips as Nesta mewls out, grinding her hips against Cassian's fingers as Azriel palms her plump and aching breasts.

"More" Nesta demands, her hand gripping behind her onto Azriel's raven locks, each rough tug eliciting a deep grunt from the shadow singer. Without warning Cassian slips a finger into Nesta, her scream of surprise quickly turns into a loud whine as he slips in another finger and curls, hitting that spot that has Nesta squirming.

Azriel's rough hands move from Nesta's stiff peaks and down her body, his fingers finding her clit as his cock rubs harshly against her ass. In tandem, Cassian's fingers fucked and curled inside Nesta at a relentless pace while Azriel circled her clit, his pace getting faster and faster. Nesta's eyes rolled and her head fell back against Azriel's chest as she cried out, her body squirming and hips bucking as her orgasm hit her.

"Good girl" Azriel praised softly, his fingers still circling her clit, slower, now working Nesta through her high.

The gravel of his low voice jerked Nesta further and she felt the pure ecstasy course through her body as the remnants of her release rolled through her, the two hands working her core slowing down to a stop.

The males allowed Nesta a few seconds to breathe, watching as her chest rose and fall and her legs quivered slightly from their assault. She leaned against Azriel, who held most of her weight up and rubbed gently at her hip, while Cassian smiled down fondly, enjoying the sight of Nesta so worn out.

"The bed" Nesta whispered out, moments later, and both males yet again sprung into action. Nesta sat on the edge of the bed, glowing as she watched both males stand before her, their eyes looking down in desire at her.

"Clothes off" She states simply, both arms falling back to the bed and she leans back to get a better look.

Both boys chuckle at her demanding request, though neither says anything as their fingers move o their items of clothing.

"Guess Nesta can be the judge of who has the biggest wingspan" Cassian chortles as he lifts his shirt over his head and Az merely smirks, a light chuckle escaping his lips. Nesta watches in glee as both boys unlace and loosen their pants, though neither bothers fully removing them yet.

Azriel comes up beside Nesta, and as he passes the nightstand, he stoops picking up Nesta's discarded novel.

"Ahh, your erotic novel for the night" Cassian teases, his hand running down and Nesta's thigh, gripping it lightly as he watches her.

"So filthy" Azriel mutters grinning, before placing the book back down and coming up beside Nesta on the bed. Immediately, Nesta's hands began roaming Azriel's body, her delicate hands mapping out the whorls tattooed onto his skin, before slipping lower and grabbing onto the laces holding his breaches together.

Nesta stares at Azriel, whose face tightens and darkens in anticipation.

"Show Az what that pretty mouth can do Ness" Cassian whisper's encouragingly, while coming up behind her on the bed, his hands running over her ass as he unlaces his breaches.

Smirking, Nesta keeps her eyes on Azriel and slips her hand into his pants, grabbing his cock and freeing it out. Azriel inhales sharply at the contact and Nesta can't help but marvel at the sheer size of him, his girth and length overtaking her hand.

She felt her pussy clench in anticipation of having him in her mouth.

Nesta moaned as Cassian's tip teased her entrance, the hardness rubbing up and down her core, stimulating her clit and slipping through the wetness of her folds. Meanwhile, Azriel's hands folded through the softness of Nesta's curls, and she felt his breathing hitch as she palmed up and down his length, his wing visibly twitching when her thumb brushed over the tip, gathering the precum.

Not waiting any longer, she took him into his mouth. Azriel groaned, the sound so filthy and guttural it has Nesta clenching, Cassian chuckling as he watched them, still teasing Nesta's pussy. At that moment, Cassian pushed completely into Nesta, stretching her fully and full to the hilt.

Her moan reverberated through her bones and body, making Az tighten his hold on her hair. She continued taking Azriel further down her throat inch by inch, her tongue coming up now and then to circle his red, angry tip before swallowing more and more of him.

He was too big for her to fully take, her hand stroked whatever her tongue couldn't reach.

Cassian began thrusting inside her, his cock delving in deep, maxing out before retreating, pulling back to the tip leaving her desperate for that full feeling again. In tandem, Cassian leisurely pushed in and dragged out of Nesta's soaking core while Nesta gagged up and down Azriel's cock, that pressure building.

Frustration building, Nesta pulled back from the Azriel, needing more.

"Fuck my mouth" Nesta moaned, pleading, her breath hitching as Cassian brushed past that perfect spot.

Azriel smirked, sweat gleaming over him as he looked down at her.

"What's the magic word, Nesta?" He rumbled out, low and terrifying, his hand stroking through her hair softly, comfortingly.

"Please" She practically begged as Cassian's ministrations got faster and deeper, his cock plunging through her. Azriel's hands wrapped into Nesta's hair and as her mouth wrapped around his length, it was obvious who had the control.

Nesta fell apart as Azriel bucked himself up and fucked her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, her moans of pleasure encouraging him further. Cassian's cock thrusts in sync with Azriel, hitting her cervix again and again to the point of pain meshing with pleasure, his fingers gripping her ass so harsh, she could feel the bruises forming.

"Fuck, Ness. Feel so good" Cassian groaned, angling his cock down into her deeper, making her moan around Azriel's length.

The only sounds heard within the room was the slapping of skin on skin and the males' harsh breath and moans, while Nesta was subjected to the perfectly brutal pace in both ends.

Azriel finishes first, his hips stuttering as Nesta sucks around him, groaning.

"I'm gonna come" He growls in a low whisper, warning her, though Nesta still doesn't relent, her mouth and hands working Az until she feels his wings twitch and the hot liquid filling into her mouth. Azriel moans, so low and dirty, the sound going straight to her stretched out core, and Nesta plucks her mouth out, her hand stick pumping him through it all.

"Fuck, right there Cassian" Nesta moans, voice breaking as Cassian pumps into her from behind, and before she knows it, his hand finds her swollen and aching clit, circling the nerves. Nesta screams in pleasure at the feeling, that familiar burn and warm ache pushing over the edge as her pussy clenches and unclenches repeatedly.

"Me too, Ness" Cassian groans, his hips jerking as he attempts to fuck her through both their orgasms. Nesta's mouth opens in utter pleasure as the orgasm shatters through her, barely able to make any noise as she writhes under Cassian's slowing pumps and Azriel's soothing hands.

Cassian comes with a deep roar, stilling as he spills into her while Nesta clenches around him, draining him. She instantly collapsed against Azriel's chest, her eyes closing and exhaustion wearing her down, barely noticing as Cassian gently pulls out from her.

Rolling onto her back and placing her head onto the pillows, Nesta opens her eyes and look at the two Illyrian males before her. Both of them watched her intently, sweat gleaming over their skins, their hair matted to their foreheads and their wings twitching and moving restlessly.

Azriel smiles, a much softer and kinder expression than before as he gathers his clothes off the side of the bed and Cassian barely pulls on his breaches before laying beside Nesta, smirking as he takes in the silence and heavy breathing.

"Well" Nesta muttered, cheeks heating, making Azriel and Cassian chuckle, "I think you two should spar at every training session."

[ferris-the-wheel]

m!MC x Epel Felmier

Info: You work at the farm with Epel's family and sleep over there sometimes. Since Epel left for NRC, you video call sometimes. This is a little while after Vil promotes Epel's family's apple juice during Chapter 5.

SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 5 OF THE MAIN STORY!

TW: None

You waited almost impatiently for Epel to get on the call. Yeah, he was busy or somethin' but still! Suddenly the phone picked up and Epel's face appeared on the screen.

"Heavens to Betsy, Epel, ya took forever, y'know!" You said, but there wasn't any real anger on your face. He laughed. "Howdy, Y/N. It's been a month of Sundays since we've spoken, huh?"

You waved your hand in a dismissing way. "Sure has. But has your Meemaw told ya yet? 'bout the apple juice? Ah was fixin' to tell myself, but your Meemaw insisted." You demanded.

"Ya kiddin'? 'Course she did!" Epel responded. "Ah'll reckon you're livin' in high cotton right 'bout now!"

"You're right 'bout that! Ah dropped one of them crates with apple bottles today. Your Meemaw looked madder than a wet hen an' she scolded me! She hardly never gets mad at nobody." You complained with a frown.

"Ah reckon it's busier than ants at a picnic over down yonder then!" He exclaimed. "Meemaw ain't never got mad at me unless Ah did somethin' real bad."

"Yep. I'm worn slap out right 'bout now. Say, how's school? Ya get to get all gussied up every day like them rich folk?" You inquired. Epel's face became annoyed, so you were sure you'd touched a nerve there.

"It's not too bad here, but my housewarden— Vil, he really is too big for his britches! Always tellin' me ta do this 'n do that. He thinks the sun comes up just ta hear him crow, Ah tell ya. An' Ah won't lie to ya, the vice housewarden here, Rook, he's kinda creepy. Halfway off his rocker." Epel said. His mood seemed to be much better now that he'd gotten that off his chest.

"Well, ya didn't call me up to talk about my school life, didn't ya? Besides the farm, how've ya been? Ain't nobody been botherin' ya, have they? 'Cause Ah'll tan their hides if they have." Epel said with a scowl on his face.

"Aw, don't you worry 'bout me, Eps. Ah would beat 'em up myself if someone tried." You chuckled. "Same goes for you, matter o fact."

" 'Course not. 'Bout everyone here is so uppity an' full of themselves." Epel huffed. You heard muffled knocking, so you assumed it was on Epel's end. He looked alarmed and called out, "Yes?" You couldn't hear the response, but Epel looked back at the camera for a moment.

"Gimme a sec." He replied quickly and he moved out of view. You could hear Epel's voice and someone else's, but you couldn't tell what they were saying. "Eh— Rook?! What do ya— I mean, what are you doing?!" You heard Epel's outraged cry. You were now worried and thoroughly confused.

"My apologies, Monsieur Cherry Apple, I heard you talking to someone and I was curious." The camera on Epel's end shook as the phone was picked up. Epel's face reappeared, but he was looking away. "I'm chatting with a person back home." His voice was calmer now.

"Oh, mes excuses, monsieur! I did not intend to barge in on a conversation with someone from your hometown. If I may, who is it?" Epel was right. This guy seemed a bit creepy, though you were used to oddballs. Epel sighed loudly. "My boyfriend. Here, lem— let me introduce you guys." Now that was weird. Epel sounded totally different.

A face appeared on screen beside Epel's, a guy with straight-cut blond hair. "Oh mon! What a pleasant face!" Rook said with a smile. "May I know your name?"

"Y/N. You're Rook, right? Epel was jus' talkin' 'bout ya." You replied. Rook's smile broadened. "Oui! Good things, I hope?" He inquired. Ain't no way you were rattin' Epel out to this guy. " 'Course." You said. "By the way, that hat o' yours is cattywampus. Do all y'all wear hats like that over yonder or jus' you?" Rook seemed totally confused and Epel had to translate.

"He said your hat is crooked and he asked if everyone wears hats like yours over here." He turned to the camera and added, "No, the only one who wears a hat like this is Rook, as far as I've seen." Rook looked very surprised. "Your speech pattern is very interesting! It's quite like speaking another language, in a way."

"Whaddya mean? It ain't that hard to understand. I reckon ya only got one oar in the water if you can't tell the difference 'tween a different language an' an accent." You retorted. Epel looked like he was holding back a laugh. Rook either didn't seem to realize he'd been insulted or he didn't comment on it and brushed it off.

"Can you leave now, please? I'd like to get back to talking with Y/N before we eat su— dinner." Epel said. Rook nodded. "Of course, Monsieur Cherry Apple! I've invaded your space for long enough. Au revoir, you two!" You heard the door close and Epel breathed a sigh of relief.

"Say Eps, what's with you hidin' your accent?" You asked. He looked miffed. "Well, our housewarden, Vil, right? He said Ah ain't allowed to use it an' Ah gotta speak "properly". But since he's housewarden, Ah gotta follow his rules. On the bright side, Vil's gonna be a senior next year, so he won' be able to be housewarden cuz he'll be gone most the year." Epel said. The last bit seemed to cheer him up. "Ah'll be happier than a dead pig in the sunshine when that happens."

"That's good, I reckon. Say, it's gettin' late an' your Meemaw's gonna have me liftin' juice all day tomorrow, so Ah should get some Z's." You said, reluctant to end the conversation, but knowing you'd be as a steering wheel on a mule if you stayed up all night. "Alrighty. Ah should probably be gettin' ready for supper here anyhow. 'Night then." Epel said.

You nodded. " 'Night, 'Monsieur Cherry Apple'." You said with a grin. "Aw, don' ya start callin' me that too! It's already annoying as it is comin' from Rook, Ah don' need ya chimin' in!" Epel exclaimed, his face scrunching up with a frown that was— you would never say this to him out of respect— very cute. "Ah, don' worry, Ah was jus' pullin' your leg." You said while laughing. "Alright, alright, 'night." You said, tapping the screen and ending the call, smiling to yourself.

Boo!! Hi again~~ Here's another post for you guys! Disclaimer here: I have never spoken French in my life so all of the French above was entirely the product of Google Translate. I also have never used country/southern speech before, so I was attempting to mix that with the dialogue I remember from Chapter 5 as well as copious research. I am not fluent in either French or country slang/terms, though writing this was incredibly fun!

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this post, and sorry if it was a bit long. For those who are fluent in French or speak with a southern accent, if I made a mistake somewhere in this post, let me know, please! I hope you enjoyed regardless! Bye~! 🧡

[tati3001]

Temptation

Summary: Wanda moves into a new house attempting to fix her marriage with Vision. Little did she know that the house came with more than just the walls.

A/N: How many chapters do you guys want? Cause at the beginning I was gonna make three but I quickly realized I needed more parts to do it how I wanted. But I'm not thinking like 60 chapters either.

Also, this may not be good but I didn't know how to approach this chapter. Every time I write a falling in love type of thing I can never seem to notice the love and fluff that other fanfics could show. I don't know if you can feel it coming from my fanfics, I definitely don't. But I promise the next chapter will be better.

Also because it's 12 am and I have school xD.

Words: 1,111

Previous

Wanda had not known how she had made it so far without getting crazy. Y/n made insinuations at her even when Vision was dining with her. How had he never noticed? Did he even notice? She didn't know. And frankly, she didn't care. She was done with him. It hurt, really. Because she's the one who made the mistake, and she apologized for it.

She thought at the beginning that they moved to Los Angeles because he had forgiven her, and he was ready to restart. She thought that things would be kinda the same. But she was very, very, very wrong. He stopped working so much, and he met a few people that became his mates and he suddenly wasn't home, again.

She knew there was a specific girl inside that group of friends that had caught his eye. And it kinda hurt, to know that a part of her life was gone. But she was the one who made that happen, so she had to let him go. She was gonna let him go.

But not yet. You can call her selfish, but she wasn't ready to be alone again. She wasn't ready to face the loneliness that for a while she thought she had gotten rid of. She didn't know if she could face it.

So, to not think about it she threw herself into her job. She took on as many projects as she could and as her schedule filled up from 6 am to 10 pm, and her bank account filled with thousands and thousands of dollars, she still felt empty.

And Y/n had noticed that. How could she not? Wanda stopped smiling, stopped laughing. She didn't gossip with Agatha anymore, and she hardly looked at Y/n when she talked to the redheaded. She didn't eat, she didn't sleep. She just worked. She worked, and worked, and worked, and worked, and she didn't do anything else.

And Y/n was ready to change that. She was gonna make her take a break, which she clearly needed. Y/n took the tray with food in her arms and took it to Wanda's office. As expected, the woman was focused on the design she was doing.

Y/n left the tray on the desk and gently shut the top of the laptop close. Wanda took a second to react, but when she did she lifted her gaze to Y/n. "What are you doing?" She asked. She probably couldn't tell, but her voice was so low, raspy and just hurt.

"keeping you alive," She said. "Y/n, you don't have to do this". "Clearly, I do". "Not, you don't". "Wanda". "Y/n, you are the maid. That's it. It's not your job to take care of me". "Maybe not. And maybe I'm overstepping my duties. But I'm not willing to let you keep doing this to yourself. So you're going to eat this, and then you're going straight to be".

"You're no one to boss me around". "You're right. But I'm not stepping down Wanda. You can fire me if you want but today, right now, you are listening to me" Y/n held her eyes at Wanda, and shortly she won the battle. Wanda turned down the food and took the fork to bring it to her mouth.

Y/n stood by her as Wanda finished her food. She had to admit, she felt so much better. The second she finished, Y/n gently pulled her chair away from the desk indicating her to stand up. Wanda obeyed and they walked to Wanda's room.

"Can I get you anything else?" She asked as Wanda pulled the covers on top of her. Wanda shook her head and Y/n made her way to the door, content that she had done something to stop Wanda from leaving this place. It was too beautiful for her to be stuck in a house, never having the choice to leave, just like Y/n.

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"What are you doing today?" Wanda asked. She had noticed over the past days that every day something in Y/n's schedule changed. She would store the laundry or store the food in the pantry, another day she would clean the cabinets, or she would clean the carpets. Whatever Wanda could think of, Y/n always had something different to do.

"I'll work on the garden" She mentioned, as she finished the dishes from lunch. "Can I... Can I work with you?" She asked, playing with her glass of juice. Y/n turned around confused. She never had a boss who wanted to work with her. "You want to work on the garden with me?". "Yes".

"Well, Msr. Stark". "Wanda it's fine, Y/n. I stopped being Mrs. Stark a long time ago" Y/n chuckled but didn't listen to her. "Well, Miss Maximoff, you can do whatever you desire to. If you want to accompany me to the garden I will have no problem with that". "You really wouldn't mind?" She asked, and Y/n shook her head. "I would love the company". They made their way to the garden, where Wanda sat down on the patio table and Y/n got on her knees to work on the plants. She hadn't done any insinuations or anything like that to Wanda, she noticed. Since that day she forced her to eat and rest. She had behaved around her, and Wanda couldn't decide if she wanted to have Y/n's insinuations or if she was okay with them only having the employer-employee relationship. And she let her mind wander as Y/n worked. But she had been doing that for so long, that's the reason she had taken on so many projects. She was tired of thinking. So she pushed herself off the chair and kneeled next to Y/n. "What are you doing?" She asked as Y/n moved the soil around the plant. Y/n proceeded to explain and teach Wanda how to do it, so she could try on the plant next to Y/n's. They worked in silence, and Y/n corrected Wanda in any way she could. After that, Wanda spend every afternoon working with Y/n. Until she became a temptation once more. But it wasn't because Y/n was offering parts of her body to her, or because she would flirt with Wanda. She hasn't done it since that day, and Wanda was starting to think Y/n wasn't gonna do it again. Instead, she was taking care of Wanda. And if she wasn't falling for her before she definitely was falling now. Under all of that flirting girl, she was sweet. And a kind, and beautiful girl that Wanda wanted to know from the inside and out. And she couldn't wait to do that.

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[inquisimer]

Nepenthe

Wrapping up OC kiss week with more Tabris cousinverse, this time between Ariya and @shivunin's Arianwen. I hope it's okay that I borrowed Wen twice - when I sat down to draft these, I couldn't choose which idea I like better, so I wrote both💜 And I wanted young Wen to have a friend ;-;

read it on ao3 here

Female Tabris & Female Tabris | Rated G | 948 words | No CW

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A great boom of thunder echoed out over Denerim. It shook the Tabris’ door in its ill-fitting frame, rattled the thin sheet of glass in their lone window, and pulled nails from boards that barely built a house. Ariya bolted straight up in bed.

Her first thoughts were of raids and purges. Fingers closing around the dagger under her pillow, she rolled into a crouch, eyes glinting, searching for the threat in the dark. Then she heard the rain—against the crumbling roof, dripping into the bucket they kept under the leak—and a streak of lightning cut across her face. She relaxed.

Her second thought was a realization that she was alone in the bed where three had gone to sleep. No need to panic, yet, she told herself. Stepping in her careful way to avoid the creaky boards that might wake her father, she checked the darkened corners and spaces underneath where a child might hide.

Nothing.

“Andraste’s ass,” Ariya muttered under her breath. Hiding her dagger safely at the small of her back, she shoved her feet into boots, wrapped herself in a cloak, and stepped out into the storm.

Rain fell in sheets, turning the roots of the Vhenadahl into a small lake and soaking right through Ariya’s stockings. It blew sideways in the wind, blinding her unless she shielded her face. Even then, water caught on her eyelashes and dripped from her chin, cold tendrils that jolted as they snuck beneath her collar .

The main path that wound through the alienage was nothing more than a mud slick now. She felt the squelch of her boots as she went, though the boom of thunder and the crack of the lightning that answered drowned out any other sounds. Sticking close to the buildings, she darted past Valendrian’s door, praying that the storm had not woken him. The only thing worse than the hahren catching her would be city guards doing the same—and none of them were going to come into the alienage on a night like tonight.

She circled the main square and skirted the edge of the meeting hall, right up to the old apartments. A generous name for such ramshackle lean-tos with no insulation and hardly a family’s worth of furniture between them. But that’s what they’d always been called. Ariya ducked inside and made a beeline for the back corner.

“Wen?” she called softly, wringing out her braid with numb fingers. “Wen, are you in here?”

Another peal of thunder shook the building—louder and closer than before. The cracks in the windows gave way and Ariya barely heard an alarmed squeak over glass clattering and the roar of the wind rushing in.

Hastily, she pulled the shutters closed and held them with a scrap of wood wedged into the latch. She kicked as much of the glass as she could see into in a pile, then knelt alongside an old wardrobe.

In some storm previous it had rotted through and collapsed, forming a small nook against the corner. Splinters would shred her hands if she tried to move it. Instead, she laid herself out prone and looked through the gap between it and the floor. Two wide eyes blinked back at her.

“Wen?”

“Ari?”

A sigh of relief pushed the tension from Ariya’s shoulders. “What are you doing out here, a stór?”

“Shia said we should climb up and see the lightning from the roof. That only pathetic babies would be scared.”

Shianni. Ariya frowned. Their cousin ought to know better—did know better, really, and just needed to think more. “Did she leave you here, Wen?”

Fabric rustled against wood as Arianwen shrugged. “She said she was going to get Soris, and she would be right back.”

Hm. Perhaps Soris convinced her to stay inside, or maybe the storm had worsened and she couldn’t make it back. Either way, she would have words with Shianni about dragging Wen into such nonsense. There were enough scamps giving the girl trouble without her cousins doing the same.

“I’m sure she meant to and got caught by the storm,” she said. “Would you like to go home and dry off?”

Hesitant silence met her request. “It’s…a lot of noise,” Wen finally said.

“What if you cover your ears?”

“Then people make fun of me. And I have to punch them, and then I get in trouble. It’s easier to stay in here.”

“There’s no one here but me.” Ariya couldn’t help a smile, even as she coaxed. “Do you think I’m going to make fun of you?”

A long pause. “…no. Probably.”

“Will you come out then? I’ll cover your ears with my hands if you want yours free for punching, just in case.”

“Really?” Wen poked her head out of the tiny gap and Ariya scooted back along the dirt floor to make room for her to squeeze through. At least they had stopped for cloaks before venturing out, she noted, not that either of their cloaks had done a very good job of keeping them dry.

Capturing Wen’s palms between her hands, Ariya blew hot air over both their fingers. A shiver wracked through Wen and little droplets of icy water sprayed off of her.

Unclasping her cloak, Ariya wrapped it around Wen’s narrow shoulders—it wasn’t dry, but it was the driest thing between them. She tugged the newly bundled girl into the circle of her arms and pressed a comforting kiss against her dampened crown.

Another peal of thunder shook the building and Wen tensed. But Ariya’s hands were already over her ears, stroking reassurance down the line of her jaw.

“Really,” she promised.

[i-bring-crack]

Me pointing a gun at me: Put the WIP down!

Me looking at the blue button: They need to know the angst that is about go down.

"But you dont event have time to make that fic!"

"Even better!"

(Ps: More extras on the fic, snippets 1, snippets 1 & 2, and that one ramble in the tags.)

There where many people who read the same story as him. A story that fascinated him over the years as it ended and started again and again. That is until he no longer felt interested in it and moved on despite clinging to it for 10 years.

Maybe it was more.

Jin-Chul couldn't remember it. He only felt glimpses of his childhood come back when he glanced at the papers of a young man in front of him, his record as an E rank declaring him to be in the worst position ever.

Hunter Sung Jin Woo

The weakest E rank hunter.

It's just a coincidence.

Fiction isn't reality, this world he knows would have cried out to say the same thing. And yet he can't help but reach down in his attic to grab the old book that he used to have for most of his small life. No one else except him to read about it, even when he could remember that there was a time when everyone knew of it. His mind began to break as he read the pages of the book again, letter after letter telling him the exact same thing that had been true about this world a long time ago.

That 10 years ago he had just witnessed the start of a new Era filled with magic, hunters, monsters. The world's strongests were 5, South Korea had nine S ranks.

That at this very moment Sung Jinwoo was the weakest man in the world, but after the double dungeon...

He changed.

And the next day he is going to meet that man whenever he likes it or not.

But... this doesn't add up, how did he know all of this events? How did he know everything almost.. what? 15, maybe 20 years before everything happened? How did he never think to go back to that book? Reach every information about it?

So many lives lost, he closes the book at hand, the fingers trembling as they touch the dark cover. He swallowed a hard pill inside his throat. Thousands of hunters died for 10 years. Eunsuk was an S rank he could have saved. Half of the United States was a place he could have saved. Every new dungeon has appeared on the outskirts for the past 10 years…

All of them could have been saved. And he had forgotten each and every one of their deaths.

But this isn't the end. No, for this book it was just the beginning. He opens the cover again, a shadow lingering in the pages as dawn appears. There are more than twelve volumes for him to go through in these thin sheets of papers that he always used to take care of with the utmost effort. He can't keep lingering on the past. He mustn't. The worst is yet to come, humanity is hardly prepared if he doesn't do soemthing.

Upon finishing the final chapters, the final volume, shedding his sleep with every new page and cup of coffee for three days straight, burning the memories back in his retinas and possibly winning some sort of record over finishing so many words in a few days, he realizes something.

The world doesn't need him.

The world doesn't need anyone except the protagonist.

And yet even the world itself crumbled in his actions.

He doesn't plan to keep up with the story anymore, he closes the book and begins to call numbers that had long since been forgotten in his memory. Friends at school, online, at work, in the military. None of them answer, he dials back to the orphan center.

Nothing.

It was as he expected… this world is not his. No one remembers the popular books, manhwas, the game or when it was televised. He doesn't know when he did the jump— 10 years is the best answer— but there he is. The only one in this world who sees the past, present and future unfold in different ways.

When he rereads the last book again, the crack of morning appears. The phone rang out from the desk table like an alarm that drags his mind back to a new reality. He knew who and what they were calling him for already. The same day appears almost 20 times in each volume. The same day being referenced with new knowledge every day. And when he was young, he would always crawl back to the first few pages of the novel. Thrill, despair, hope, reading the protagonist's struggles as the boy grew up into… well, himself. Those moments were the only times he had ever felt so connected through another person.

A person who wasn't real until now.

¡Click!

"Chief Woo Jin-Chul, the E rank hunter Sung Jin-Woo just woke up."

"..."

"Chief?"

"I'll be there in five."

[...]

On the other side of the country a new gate appeared. Its smell is pungent as the fragrances of strong liquors lined up in front of an empty forest. The hunter raises a handkerchief with one hand and a sword of fragile steel in the other. Despite every kind of warning diverting the attention from all other hunters as well as the numerous calls that kept on ringing in its pockets, the S rank went in. Armed in a way that only a suicidal person would think to enter a gate.

It will only take five hours at most.

Rank A hunters need at least two hours to clear a C rank gate. S rankers would of course vary their cases. I doubt Thomas or Zhigang need less than 10 minutes. The Hunter scratched away the two of them and instead focused on others who were still a level above anyone in South Korea, currently. Lennart Niermann, Yuri Orloff, Goto Ryuji…

The gate cracked again, another wave of mana crashing through the air with more overwhelming scents. It's time to go.

The moment the S rank crossed the gate, a whole new world appeared. First came the blood red lightning to entrap any visitors, then came a swirl of freezing air that struck the hunter's body as expected.

But there was nothing to care about it anymore, the ice waves were a signature of success. The frigid snow at its feet a confirmation that the right world has been found.

Swish!

Catch!

Them too. Ice elves found on the creeps of each tree, smiling wickedly as they found a lucky prey in their parameter.

"Sadly, I can't communicate with any of you just yet." The hunter broke away the arrow like it was sand. "But I don't need to right now." The balde moved towards the closest elf. Frozen in time, the wind moved around the hunter. Another second passed. There were only a pair of footprints in the snow now.

Slice!

Only one member of the tribe is needed anyways.

Frost Monarch, I will find you.

The new monster went around, hunting every other magic beast —denizents of chaos— slicing down by pure defense instead of action. If no one came to hunt the S rank down, they will be spared. In two days, no other being will seek for a fight, even when it was their purpose since the first day.

Frost Monarch…

New blades and weapons, new clothes and ornaments where wrapped around the hunter.

… I will kill you.

Ready for vengance of her own death in the past timeline.

[snowbabys]

Promp 4 and 11 with Hee please

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a/n: here it is 🥺 also sorry for the rushed end, i'm sleepy 🥺🥺

4. "Did you sleep well? ...I know, I saw." + 11. "Why do you look so scared?"

tw/warning: mentions of food and eating, messy sleep schedules (?).

Heeseung was the cute cashier of a convenience store a block away from your dorm. You've been crushing on him since he started working there, about 3 months ago, and what once were casual midnight walks to grab a snack on a white night became a habit of eating ramen at 3:30 am while sharing a coke with him. There weren't many people doing groceries at night, so it was the perfect opportunity to talk to him and drink at his features while he was distracted with his food or even with the usual sleepwalking customer.

"So we had to rewrite the whole thing 'cause he misread the initial theme," Heeseung finished off with a huff, drained as he restocked the chip shelf with the packages you promptly handed him; even after a few complaints from Heeseung, you were more than happy to help open boxes and carry products around with him.

You barely captured the full story, only paying attention to how his lips moved and how often they touched while he spoke, hypnotized by the pinkish gloss on them and hardly catching on how he had to bend a bit more to take a chip from you. His eyes went up and down tiredly, concentrated on his work and oblivious to your stare.

"Well, that sounds tiring," you state, still in trance with the curve the corner of his lips made as he cracked a smile, your voice barely audible, causing him to blush when he noticed you focused on nothing but him. Heeseung let out a dreamy sigh and shrugged.

"So what about you?" His voice sounded softer and lower than before, velvety notes embellishing his worried words. "Did you sleep well?" You couldn't see his face when he looked up at the shelf to tidy up the chips in a straight line, now having the best view of his nape and working back muscles under the store's blue uniform.

It wasn't news to him about your messed-up sleep schedules, and he didn't care much about it, his wasn't the best either. It was a good thing he had someone else to spend the night with. But it wasn't like he didn't care about you at all, as he insisted you go to sleep as soon as you got back to your dorm - it just wasn't the easiest task to sleep while the world around you was fully awake.

"Yeah, decently..." you looked down at the almost empty box. You were tired, in all honesty, and considered for a long time if you should give yourself some rest instead of visiting tonight, but just listening to Heeseung's honey-like voice on your arrival was enough to make you satisfied with your choice. You could listen to him talk for ages.

"I know, I saw," Heeseung let out a satisfied hum, and you heavily questioned your ears, uncertain about what they had caught. Did he say he saw your sleep? Or were you way too tired that his words morphed into something else?

Looking up at him, you found him still distracted with the colorful packages, but he was quick to feel your stare and turn to you again.

"Did you just say...?"

"Yeah," he gave you a smug smirk, looking down as a reddish tone crept up his cheeks and ears. "You look so cute while you're asleep." His voice was no more than a low whisper.

"Is that a joke?" You asked with a half-hearted smile, trying your best to find the fun in that. Heeseung only took the box from your hands and began playing with the cardboard ends while thinking of an answer.

"No. Why would it be?" He anticipated a reply, but at the piercing sound of silence and disturbing lack of movement, he shyly glanced back at you, eyebrows knitted in confusion when he met wide eyes. "Why do you look so scared?"

"I-I have to go now," you hurriedly took your phone from your pocket and tried to flee.

Heeseung sighed wearily, dissatisfied that the conversation had taken this turn and mostly irritated because he expected more and thought so highly of you. It was disappointing that you reacted just like all the others.

"Sorry, not gonna happen."

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Otto's pov

Right tonight we are sitting like ducks. Everyone is gone to sleep and I stay awake on the ground with my soft clean fresh white blanket. Tomorrow we will go to the warehouse, and apparently I also need to go by the Byers real house too. But maybe tonight I can sneak around some more.

Slowly, I sit up. I step over people on the floor, and go out the front door again. I will go back to the remains of Castle Byers, and maybe I can fix it. It would be good to.

I hear more sounds in the woods than last time, and not just the milytary. There are slithering sounds of vines, and sounds of what I am sometimes.

I make it back to the remains of Castle Byers. I think that I will grab what looks most important, and stash it somewhere in Steve's house. I pick up the sign with the words, and some other boards that are still in good condition. One of the boards even has some color pictures on it, it looks like paint. I want to look around in the woods a little more, as you cannot make a real castle with only a little bit of wood.

I walk, and something shiny shines on the ground. I pick it up, it is a twisted piece of metal with sharp ends. A few steps forward, there's a larger piece, this one a large glass bottle. For every few steps forward, there's another interesting thing. Eventually, I hit a whole big pile of interesting things. Bottles, cans, something Eddie said is called a motorcycle, and, bingo! A ton of woody bits. I pick some pieces, some pretty dark brown ones and some that are like different pieces of wood glued to each other. And I find something real pretty too.

It is some piece of glass with lots of colors, prettier then the clear glass in Steve's house or in cars. This is real marbly, with colors of green and purple and pink and yellow. There are flower shapes, and other pretty shapes too. Stars. I grab everything back up, and carry it back to Steve's house. I stash it under a chair, and go back inside quietly. There is one more thing I want to do, I want to talk to the girl who is asleep. Max.

Max's pov

All I can hear is Lucas's soft snores. I still can't see, move, or make sounds, but I have a a feeling I'm about to visualize someone who can.

"Max?"

It's Otto. She's shed the white sweater for a Hellfire shirt that I'm positive belonged to Eddie, but she stays in the red flannel pants.

"Hello," I extend my hand, Otto shakes it vigorously. "I just wanted to say thank you. For coming to wherever we are, I haven't seen or talked to anyone in god knows how long, I mean."

"Yes. It was not my first intention to meet you like this, but I am glad it worked." Otto flips one of her twintails over her shoulder.

"How did you do it?" I ask. "I mean El couldn't, and she's saved the world at least three times." This part really does still confuse me.

"From what I know, El has lifty powers, and brainy powers. For what I know, I have neither. I have transformy. But you where almost transformied. Not like I was, but you were to be turned into the corner of a mighty powerful portal. Does any of this make sense?" Otto asks, sitting down. I sit next to her.

"Wait, how do your 'transformy powers' work?" I ask.

"I can turn into a thing. That is not important though. What is important, is I am stuck to turn back and forth, and you would have been turned and then been stuck, never being back."

"I'm sorry, but I really don't understand," I say, getting frustrated. The only person I can really talk to can hardly form proper sentences.

"El does not transform, and her brainy powers are limited to just the void, the place where she can see. But, we are not in the void. We are somewhere else. I just do not know where."

"So let me get this straight. We're in a place that only you can go to, so for the moment I can only communicate though you. El can't get here, you can't even get me out? And to top it off, you don't even know what this place is?"

Otto disappears.

"What? Wait, please come back?" I call, immediately regretting what I said.

"I can get you back." Otto reappears. "But to do that, you wouldn't be able to really see me again. I mean you could think of me in your head, but if I get you back you will be blind. You could never really see things again."

"So.. I would be blind?" I ask tentatively.

"Yes." Otto reaches for my hands, and holds them tightly. Her slender fingers trace circles on my palm.

"But I could talk, and move more?" I ask hopefully.

"You could talk, you would need to warm up your voice, that might take a little bit. Your moving would take longer, but it would be much easier."

"Then yes."

"Ok, just take a deep breathe and-" Otto cuts off. My "vision" of her starts to get black around the edges. Something creepy happens to her eyes; the skin of her face begins to grow over them. Her arms become more elongated and crooked, and black seeps through her clothing. She seems to struggle to fight it down, but reaches her arm towards me. It feels like Vecna all over again, but I fight the urge to resist. Her hand, a mix of slimy and sharp and smooth and soft, caresses my face. I feel like I'm being pulled from the inside. My vision goes dark.

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One month of silence from Kiki was enough to have Hahkin waking up in the middle of the night, stress sharply cutting her sleep in half.

Two more weeks and Hahkin contemplated asking her Master where Kiki and her own master were. The two girls always tried to send correspondence to one another. Hahkin had never heard of a mission taking so long.

Two months met Hahkin with continued silence as a well as a deeper, burgeoning fear that she had never faced before. It clung to her shoulders like a cloak; her master began prompting her into more meditation sessions. When he looked at her, there was the sharp glint of worry in his eyes.

Three months in, Hahkin began to think Kiki was dead. Her master told her that, considering the strength of their bond, she would have sensed as much. Hahkin thought that no bond would overpower how weak in the Force she was. Kiki was probably dead and the Force, for all it's mercies and blessings, could not break through her weakness long enough to tell her about it.

Hahkin achieved the strangest calm at three months and two weeks. Kiki was smart, capable. Despite how awful her master could be, she'd clearly learned a lot from him, especially when it came to survival. She was alive. Maybe. Hopefully. Hahkin would have changed religions if it meant getting her the answer she needed.

None of this earned Hahkin back the hours she'd lost laying awake at night, fearing the worst. The peace she attained was short-lived. The bed next to hers was empty, as unnatural as the day starting with moonlight and the sun coming up to mark the end.

Hahkin asked the council where Kiki was. She felt childish for it, shrinking despite her height before the semi-circle of the most powerful Jedi in the order at that time. She couldn't believe they'd all convened just to hear her ask "Is Kiki okay?"

They said they didn't know. They'd lost contact weeks ago. And even if they did, they wouldn't have been able to tell her because it was a sensitive mission.

Three months, three weeks. Hahkin wonders if she'll ever see Kiki again.

Four months. Hahkin had been moving through her Padawanship as though one ear were plugged and left her off balance--the other was tuned to any potential news about Kiki.

Her wish was granted. Kiki arrived back at the Temple that same week, thin and sober and followed by a grand tale of slave revolutions. She'd been undercover in the mines of a distant planet for four months straight. The horrors she witnessed and likely suffered were locked in a box and shoved away somewhere deep.

She hardly smiled when she saw Hahkin. The Force relayed back and forth between them: hope and relief on one end and sheer exhaustion and old pain on the other.

Resolution for both. Hahkin would always stick by her side. Kiki would never speak to her Master again.

Hahkin worried that each day of those four months took something from Kiki, wearing her down until she was nothing but a hollowed-out shell of a newly graduated Knight. Kiki was familiar, but not in a way that comforted Hahkin.

The familiarity grew strength in a sick way: Kiki, on her bed in their room, sobbing into Hahkins lap, utterly undone. She looked strange without her Padawan braid. Hahkin didn't have any friends that were Knights.

But she'd been friends with Kiki since they were small. She'd seen and heard more from Kiki than anyone else had. In this, Hahkin knew what to do when her grief heaved and unspooled from her, like a battered fabric torn apart. She bent low, laid an arm over her friend, and held her.