#if i actually am sick i guess i'm just gonna have to try to hide it

[emotionalcadaver]

You guys. So my mom just tore into me because I decided not to go on this daytrip thing that my parents have planned to do tomorrow. Even though she literally told me that I didn’t have to go if I didn’t want to. Ma’am!? You literally offered that I didn’t have to go. Don’t offer that if you weren’t actually okay with it. This is why I am almost incapable of saying no to people. Because for my whole life I’ve been taught that even if someone says it’s okay if I say no, it’s actually not and I get punished for it. I just wanted a day to myself to rest and recharge especially since the rest of the week is going to be INSANITY.  

And then, when I tried to tell her that I’m feeling really anxious because my throat’s been sore most of the day, not only does she fully dismiss that I might be sick, but she threatened to cut off my therapy because it “doesn’t seem like you’re making any progress.” So now I have that to worry about.

I’m just so done with both of my parents at this point and I’m starting to realize that maybe the best thing for me actually would be to get as far away from them as possible after graduation.  

[shinjisdone]

When You Have An Secret Admirer - And Doubt Them

A love letter was left at your door and now you are searching for that ‘secret admirer’ - but you doubt it's true. Perhaps you don't believe it yourself or are trying to push the obvious infatution under the rug...whatever your reason may be, your dear classmates do not believe you.

Been feeling sick so here's a spin-off of the spin-off of your classmates replies when you say:

"I don't think anyone would like me like that..."

Raising his brow, he scoffed. "Ya don't get it. Listen, the only reason someone would go out of this daaaarn big way is either 'cuz they're a total idiot dork or have a massive big crush on you. And lucky you! For you both option are the case!" Sweat rolled down his jaw as he winked. -Ace

"Uhm," His mouth became dry and his eyes avoided yours. "I-I don't think - I mean, w-why wouldn't they? Like, the roses and chocalates...the notes and...mirror, I guess...that's all romantic. Y-You're a great person and...I'm sure that admirer thinks so, too." He wishes to say more but his tongue was tied. -Deuce

"Whuat? Of course they do! Have you seen the talks and Hearts on MagiCam? Some totally envy you!" His hand lowers to his pocket but decided against fishing out his phone. Instead, he threw his arm around your shoulder. "C'mon, juniour! Have a bit more confidence in yourself! Y'know, if it wasn't for your admirer, I would have long sent you these lovey-dovey stuff. Maybe in a different way though, haha!" -Cater

A sheepish chuckle escaped him. "Oh, come on. Don't be like that. It's clear as that day that someone fancies you and there's nothing wrong with that. You get your senior's allowance to indulge in the attention!" Laughing, he hoped he could ease the tension through his lies. -Trey

He cleared his throat. Something like this wasn't his forte. "I...am not an expert in...love and courting - Well, what I mean is that anyone can see that you are very much admired by someone. You are...a very great person so of course you'd be liked. When someone goes out of their way to break several rules like that, their affection must be greater than the Queen's for her little King." -Riddle

Clicking his tongue, he rolled over to his side. "Why are you making a fuss about that? You're gonna break your little head over this, herbivore. Why don't you stop this belittling and confront that little admirer yourself and find out? If you have the guts to go into the lion's den, then you can go and ask a coward that, too." -Leona

"Huh," For a moment, he avoided your gaze and the corner of his lips twitched. "Well, I dunno. Why shouldn't anyone? If no one liked yer guts, then they would have looooong ripped you off or something - good thing I was there all the time but nothin' happened even when I wasn't there - what I mean is, no, you are likable, dummy. Shihishi..." He cackled nervously. -Ruggie

"I wouldn't know anything about that." Quickly clearing his throat, he tried to hide his flushed face, "As in...I don't know if I would agree with you. Someone wouldn't just do this for fun...I don't know anyone, in and outside of NRC, who would do this for fun, so..." He scratched his neck and hoped you'd catch his intentions. -Jack

"Wha," Sheepish laughter rang, "Oh, why...of course you'd be! Why wouldn't you be...why wouldn't they..." His hands reached for the papers on his desk as he failed to sort them, "If there are any doubts...Monstro Longue can also provide solutions for that. But only for doubts...after all, you are l-likable..." -Azul

"Nonsense. I think you are quite charming. Or, could it be that you are playing the humble one? Trying to fool the rest while you are indulging in all the love your admirer provides?" A smarmy giggle. "I jest. But even so, that would make you even cuter." -Jade

Cackling rung. "Huuuh? Actually, yeah, you're right!" He giggled and squeezed in closer into your personal space. "You are such a lost cause, Shrimpy...ya should stick with peeps like me and Jade! Rather just with me, yeah? That admirer-schmirer has been gettin' on my nerves recently and I barely got any time to squeeze you...give up on this landpeople mambo-jambo and stick with me~. -Floyd

At first he blinked in confusion yet his shining grin came a second after. "No way. You're so great! And so interesting and fun and cute!" He almost seemed like his usual self until he noticed who you two were talking about. At that, his grin vanished. "Oh...well, if I can see that, then the admirer totally too! Maybe even more than me since they shower you in so many gifts..." -Kalim

"Well, obviously not since you got a good old secret admirer like from a rom-com." His smile crooked, he hoped you'd at least chuckle but he quickly corrected himself. Best if he doesn't continue to be this nonchalant. "I'm just kidding...though not about you likable. Give yourself more credit...you deserve it." -Jamil

"Huh? What's with that...self-pityin' party - I mean, as in, that ain't true. Yer a...fine and dandy person, I mean - why wouldn'tcha be??? That kinda talk is only gonna bring you down and yer better than that. Far, far, better. Hell, you got a flyin' mirror-" -Epel

Laughter echoed and you weren't sure if it was mocking at first. "Cher Trickster, could it be that these grande professions of love are not enough?! How can you still not see that you are the apple of someone's eye? Not even I could top that! Tell me, my dear, shall I be your second admirer to prove to you how lovely you are?" -Rook

He raised a brow. "Bring me my phone for a second. Should we go over the amount of attention I get from millions of people and compare them to the over-the-top admiration of your one and only admirer? They went out of the way to insult me to compliment you. You are someone's diamond, potato." -Vil

For a moment you wondered if he even heard you. Staying still as a candle, he tried his best to avoid your gaze while his face was flushed red. "...W-W-W-W-Wha-What do you ask m-me that...??? I-I mean, if there is someone unlikable here it would be m-me...y-y'know...?" He hoped you get what he means. -Idia

"According to data I collected requested by big bro - I mean, happened to collect, there is a 0000000.01% chance that you are unbelievable, unequally unlikable." -Ortho

"You think so?" He scratched his chin, "That kind of mindset is not going to get you far. In fact, I believe you do not understand how much comfort you bring by your mere presence. If you doubt it, I can always remind you of it." -Malleus

Laughing, he slapped his knee. "Seriously? You get the exact cookie-cutter version of a highschool secret admirer sweetheart! I read those in old-school manga! And you still doubt that?" He sighs, "Trust me, be a bit more confident. Amazing things can happen if you let them." -Lilia

"Hm? But...you are being admired. By afar, by someone who truly seems to treasure you. You are like a treasure if you see it that way...ah, nevermind me. Please, believe in yourself more. I do." -Silver

"Ugh, really now?! IF I can see it, then you should see it too! It's like you are covering your own eyes! You! Are! An! Object! Of! Affectioooooonnnn!!!" -Sebek

holy shit im never doing something like this in one post again hhuuuuuaaaaaaahh

[pinkyyoshi]

Saving all my love for you♡︎(CHAPTER ONE)

simon “Ghost“ Riley x Reader

18+!ANGST

Syn: Reader grew up as a hopeless romantic, always seeing the brighter side of things and always getting her heart broken. She finds herself falling in love with a man who happens to already be taken and ends up in a fucked up situation.

CW: Self-harm, manipulation, arguing, ANGST ANGST ANGST, profanity, cheating, mommy-issues, drug-use, SA(NOT BY GHOST!)

A/N: Thank you for tapping in. Welcome to the first offical chapter to my first ff! I appreciate all criticism, I actually encourage it so lmk guys!! If you haven’t read the prologue, you might wanna do that for better context also forgot to mention that readers’ alias is “Sage“ but nonetheless enjoy the very first chapter and I'm gonna try and update as fast as I can everyday!! Here we goミ★

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“So it’s not much of a secret. You two are deffo fucking.” Gaz wiggles his eyebrow, elbowing her side and Soap puts a hand over his mouth to hide the cheeky smile plastered on his face. You weren’t in the room yet, just right outside, and you can hear how sweet the sound of her laugh is. The sound of her nervous voice and her giggles. Oh so she hangs out with the task force now? Should stay in her lane, you think to yourself before pinching the bridge of your nose and sighing.

“What am I thinking? I have no reason to be jealous. God I’m such a loser…” You mumble to yourself, earning a pat on your back from your captain who was just entering the room himself.

“Mornin’ sergeant, let’s go”

As the two of you enter the room, you can feel the stares from Gaz, Soap, and Chel on you. Oh that’s right, her name is Chel. It must’ve slipped your mind, but I guess seeing her face made you remember. Hard to forget really…

Knock it off Sage! She’s innocent!

God my palms are sweaty. Just sit down, you see these guys everyday so why is your stomach churning? Must be the morning sickness…wait morning sickness?! You’re on the pill dumbass. Maybe this is morning Guilt...Or maybe-

“Mornin’ Sage!” Soap and Gaz peers at you while Chel just gives you a shy smile before getting up from her seat. And dismissing herself

“Looks like you guys are getting started. Better get back to my patient, she’s probably waking up by now!” She giggles, covering her mouth. She does it so gracefully, like a mermaid or some shit. Almost sickens you, it’s annoying…no it’s not. I’m just being a green-eyed cat.

The men all wave her off as she walks out of the room. You sigh, and lean on the table with your cheek in the palm of your hand. Facing Simon is gonna be so painful today. Well it’s really painful everyday, you think to yourself with another sigh. It has been ever since we started whatever we have. I remember the first night we got together…

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The sounds of wet kisses and ruffled up fabric, whether it was your guys’ clothes or the sheets, are the only things to be heard in the room. He unbuckles his pants without his rough lips leaving your smooth ones.

You place a hand in his chest, in an attempt to reluctantly push him away. It was highly unprofessional for the two of you to be doing this anyways. “Sir…we shouldn't, we could get in big trouble if anyone saw us like this.” You blush trying to hide the obvious tint in your cheeks

“Well then love…it’s a good thing we’re at my place, in my dark locked room, curtains closed, just the two of us away from base…alone” He whispers the last part, closely in your ears nibbling on your earlobe, earning a giggle out of you.

‘Okay’ is all that you mouth, and immediately go back in.

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You remember it like it was yesterday, though it was…almost a year ago. It was actually around the time that Chel started at this base. On that mission… December 14th. Simon taking a bullet for you might’ve been the worst decision he ever made. Because that single bullet landed him in the hospital where he had met Chel and forgotten all about you, made you sick to your stomach.

You let out a sigh, and slouch back into your chair, earning devious looks from the other men in the room around watching you.

“Ey! What’s got you all down in the dumps?” soap, making his way over to sit next to you asks in a curious tone. He leans back in his chair, placing a hand on your thigh. You just can’t help but let out another sigh, blowing raspberries while you’re at it. Just then, Simon walks in ready for the meeting to start,on time like always, but you’re too down in the dumps to notice him.

“Lemme guess. Trouble in Paradise yeh?” Gaz snorts, taking a sip of his overly sweet coffee.

“Yer boyfriend not treating you right?” Soap wriggles his eyebrows

“Woah-ho-ho! Boyfriend?! Since when?” Gaz exclaims. Not sure why he’s so surprised. I mean it’s not like I can tell him that Simon is really my boyfriend. Wait- can I even call him that? This is some evil shit I’m in. Poor Chel. I’m such a piece of shit, seriously. But I guess-

“Eyyyy! LT’! You just sneak in here? We were just talking abou’ Sage’s boyfriend!” Soap blurts out. Is he serious? This shit is SO awkward! When did Simon even get in here! Must’ve been too delirious to notice.

You shuffle your feet under the table, looking down to your lap seeing that Johnny’s hand still grips your thigh.

“The Bloke’s been mistreating our girl. Rough” Gaz snorts, patting your back, accidentally spilling a drop on Johnny’ shoulder while he’s at it

“Tha' Right?” Simon subtly squints his eyes at Johnny's hand on your thigh. You’re too annoyed to notice. At this point you’re so fed up. When is the briefing gonna start? Is it hot in here or am I the only one because everyone else seems to be alright. Get out of your head Sage! Out!

You start to feel your palms sweat. Is this really morning guilt!? Too in your head to realize that the meeting has started. You knew it was gonna be a long day.

Nonetheless, the meeting goes by smoothly, just going over the agenda and then getting on to do your own things. Luckily, you had business with Price all the way across base, so you were basically away from Simon all day, which left you to focus on more important things, and before you knew it, the day was over.

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The drive home was quiet and gloomy, the white noise was deafening honestly and the fog that surrounded your car made it hard to see. It was that time of the year, it was getting colder and darker. Nights like these were when you really wanted someone to hold. Didn’t even feel like turning on the radio, didn’t even feel like crying. Just thinking to yourself. Thinking that maybe a quick pit stop wouldn’t hurt and surely Katy wouldn’t mind any guests.

By the way, Katy’s my best friend, she’s a fashion designer for a local record label so she’s always in that scene. Hanging around those cool small bands and stuff.

You ran to the liquor store real quick, just a couple of blocks away from Katy’s house, and just as you were walking up to the counter, you saw her.

She seemed to have been purchasing condoms or something, the thought made you sad. You already know who those are for. She bags up her items and turns around on her heel to exit until she sees you with a gloomy look on your face.

She gasps “Oh! Sage..? That’s your name right? Didn’t think I’d bump into you here. WHat are you doing? It’s so late out” she chuckles and smiles at you brightly.

God you felt sick. If only she knew the stuff that you did behind her back, she’d hate you. Her smile is just so pure and unknowing. The type of smile that makes you wanna stop sneaking around.

“Hehe…yeah it’s Sage. Just uhm…getting some drinks. Getting ready to head over to my friend y’know” You laugh nervously, placing the pack of beer on the counter.

She smiles and pats your shoulder. “Well be careful with all of that. I’ll be seeing you around. Bye bye!” She exclaims and walks off to her car.

The drive over to Katy’s house had your ears ringing. That might’ve been a wake up call. She’s just so nice and friendly. If you weren’t so guilty, the two of you could’ve actually been good friends. Alright then it’s decided.

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“Sooo...Your ultimate plan is to just ignore him..?” Katy squints her eyes at you all concerned.

“Yeah! I mean it should be easy. I’ll use Chel as motivation, maybe I can even become friends with her!”

Katy sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose like this bitch can’t be serious. Ever since you told Katy about your little fling, she’s been viewing you differently. Of course she’ll always love you but she acknowledges that what you’re doing is just morally wrong. So wrong. She just sighs and looks at you with a defeated look.

“Welp. If that’s what you think. Love always wins though. Because I mean...you can’t just ignore him forever. You work with the man. He’s your higher up for fucks sake!” she pauses and shakes her head “If you don’t formally break things off with him, things aren’t gonna end up like how you want them to.” Katy bites her inner cheek, before getting up to get a glass of water and you’re left, sat there on the carpeted floor of her living room, letting her words replay over and over again in your head.

They rung in your ears for hours and hours, even after you got home, laid awake in your comforter. The dark room brings negativity to your thoughts and before you knew it, you were crying hard, just bawling your eyes out. You didn’t know what to do, you felt like you were stuck, but you love him so much, it’s gonna be so hard to let him go.

Katy also said something that kind of made you feel better, “You know, It’s his fault too. At the end of the day, He’s the border between the two of you women. He’s leading both of you on and that’s not okay.”

She was right of course, but you have to take at least some accountability. All of this shit was just stressing you out. Suddenly your phone lights up on your nightstand, lighting up the entire room.

Lt.: Hey it’s Simon, can you talk right now?

To be continued...

THANK YOU FOR READING!!! Criticism is appreciated!!

(masterlist is coming soon!!)

[sweetestcaptainhughes]

the past is best in the past - CH 1

Word Count - 844

Summary - What happens if after years of hiding Quinn finally finds you.

Warnings - mentions of running from the past but no specifics

Author's Note - I'm gonna be serious with you guys when I say I have no idea what this is and I definitely left it very open ended. If you guys want I can continue this as a little serious vs a blurb which is what it is right now.

Next Chapter

Living in Vancouver was supposed to be a new beginning for you. Vancouver was supposed to be the answer to your nightmares. Vancouver was supposed to be a fresh start, somewhere no one knew you, knew your family, knew your past. Living here since you were 18 in pure bliss of your new identity so imagine your surprise when the boy who was your first love walks into the bar that you work at and he catches you off guard while your in the middle of cashing someone out and trying to grab a new bottle of rum for someones drink they ordered. 

“Y/N/N” Quinn speaks in an unsure tone, as if he’s just seen a ghost. Freezing at the fact someone has called you by a nickname that your brain doesn’t even respond to anymore,in fact, no one has done that in almost 7 years. Turning around you make eye-contact with your Quinn. Quinn who once upon a time was yours you remind yourself but not anymore. 

Squinting your eyes to make sure it isn’t some sick kind of trick your mind is playing on you and that it is in fact Quinn leaning forward almost half over the bar. “Actually it’s just Y/N now. No one calls me that anymore Quinn.” Try to make your voice as flat as possible, as if you aren’t affected by seeing the man in front of you. 

“Right. Sorry - uh - um. What are you doing here?” Quinn wasn’t as good as hiding his emotions about seeing you - who practically is a ghost of his past in front of him after so many years. Suddenly retreating back to the shy nervous boy you knew all those years ago, despite looking so much older now with his 5 o’clock shadow and sharper features. 

“Working Quinn. Now either order something or leave before my boss starts asking questions as to why you aren’t.” Rolling your eyes, as you finish making the rum and coke and walking off to hand it to the middle-age woman who ordered it. Walking back to Quinn it’s as if he has finally processed your words as you give him ‘what the fuck are you gonna do’ look. 

“Right - uh - I’ll have a - uh - miller on draft please.” he asks, his hands going into his front pockets as he bounces on his feet. ‘Somethings never change’ you think to yourself because that was his tell growing up that his anxiety was growing. Part of you hated yourself for being the reason you were giving him anxiety now, none of this was his fault. 

“Here.” As you hand him the beer you just finished pouring. “Are you gonna start a tab or cash out?” you ask looking at him in the eyes for the first time since he called your name, your breath catching. 

“Here tab.” As he hands you his card to keep for the night. “Hey Y/N/N. Sorry Y/N.”

“Yeah Quinn?” your voice is much quieter now as your nervousness is starting to get to you. 

“Why’d you leave me?” His voice breaking at his own question, taking a deep breath to try and keep his emotions at bay. 

“I can’t do this right now at work. But Quinn I never left you, I left that town.” feeling your eyes threaten to spill with tears. 

“But I was in that town.” he argues, his voice defensive, his face becoming hard as the anger is starting to take over as his body works through the floodgates of emotions of seeing you. 

“And I am sorry. But it was killing me being there and I needed to choose myself and I am sorry that wasn’t you. I am. But you deserved better and you still do. I can’t do this. I gotta get back to work. I guess see ya around Quinn.”  Turning around trying to go to the other side of the busy bar where your coworkers are running around each other. 

“Wait how long? How long have you been in Vancouver?” he begs to know the answer. 

Taking a deep breath you decide to tell him the truth because maybe that will help him. Maybe that will help him move on, which you know he hasn’t because Jack still talks to you once a year. He doesn’t know where you live but he calls you on your birthday, and he tells you how everyone is. He told you how Quinn never really moved on, and maybe this terrible ugly truth will help him realize the truth. The one ugly truth you have known since the beginning, someone as good as Quinn Hughes was never supposed to be with someone as terrible and broken as you. Letting your deep breath out that you didn’t realize you were holding you answered, “ Quinn I’ve been in Vancouver since before you were even drafted.” Turning around fully because even if you felt like you deserved it, you couldn’t stomach watching Quinn sit his beer down and walk out of the bar.

[doctorreidswife]

Take My Time - Spencer Reid

CW: SMUT 18+ ,,,,,, mentions of drugs/addiction struggles, canon adjacent violence, angry spencer, oral (fem+male receiving), fingering, pet names (sunshine), degrading name-calling (whore, slut etc.), rough sex, semi public sex, unprotected sex (piv), slight choking, spencer does aftercare<3

word count: 2514

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You and Spencer never really got along. You were aware of what Spencer had been through, his struggles with Dilaudid, but that never excused his shitty behaviour towards you. You were a sweet individual, forever smiling and ensuring your team were okay. Whether it was small check ins or leaving pick me ups at their desks, you were their sunshine. Spencer on the other hand, hated that about you. He couldn't stop hating how you could still smile like nothing happened and how you could forget so easily. Why couldn't he stop hurting for one moment and just forget? 

"Hey Sunshine, you okay?" Derek asked, slouching in his chair at his desk that was right next to yours. You turned around with a smile on your face, despite the obvious exhaustion. 

"I'd be a lot better if I wasn't woken up at 4am for a case, but y'know.... shit happens." You chuckled. Derek laughed, scooting his chair closer. Emily joined your duo, rubbing her eyes. 

"I hate early mornings." She grumbled .

"Yeah, we know. You're a woman of the night." You joked, narrowly escaping the smack Emily aimed for your head. Spencer scoffed as he walked past. Your eyes followed the man for a moment before you turned back to the other two. "Guess we better get up there and see what our case is." She grabbed her go back, heading up into the conference room where JJ and Hotch were waiting. 

** 

"Three victims, two male, one female. All three died due to asphyxiation, hands and feet tied." JJ said, flicking through her slideshow of photos. You stifled a yawn, rubbing your eyes as you listened to her talk. At some point you could feel a pair of eyes on you. When you turned your head, Spencer was staring at you with a scowl on his face. You stared back at him, your eyes boring into his, the tension thick between you two. You could cut it with a knife. 

"Wheels up in thirty." Hotch said and stood up. It took you a moment to register what Hotch had said and to draw your gaze from Spencer, but when you did, you grabbed your bag and left the room, desperate to get away from the man who had stared you down for the majority of the meeting.  **

The plane was silent when you got on it. Everyone decided to take a power nap before hand, exhausted from being woken up so early. You sat up, flicking through the case file, Spencer sat in the seat diagonal to you. Once again, you could feel his stare but you were too focused on the case. You could see him squirming in your peripheral vision, eyes locked on you. You sighed deeply, closing the case file and putting it on the table in front of you. "What is you issue, Reid?" 

Spencer scoffed out a quiet laugh, not wanting to wake the rest of the team.  "My issue? What is yours?" You rolled your eyes. Of course he would try turning this back on you. 

"You're the one that's been staring me down like I'm some sort of prey. So either you have some sort of weird obsessive crush on me or you just have a staring problem." You spat out quietly. You were sick of being on the receiving end of Spencer's hostility. His face contorted into one of disgust. 

"You're not right in the head. You have this fake facade that everyone falls for. You're the not smiley, happy, angel everyone thinks you are." He said. "You just hide behind a smile because you think it'll help you progress in this industry."  "It's flattering that you think I'm gonna get promoted on just my smile alone, but I am actually smart, Spencer, believe it or not. Just because you have a 187 IQ doesn't mean you're the only person with brains." You stood up, walking away. He boiled you blood sometimes. You opened the door to the plane bathroom, planning on hiding out in there for a bit. A body was suddenly pressed up against yours, a hand pressing to your mouth that immediately muffled the squeal that escaped your lips. The bathroom door was shut as you were pushed into the bathroom, the body still pressed up against yours. 

"If you really had brains, Sunshine, you would stop running that pretty little mouth of yours." Spencer spoke lowly in your ear, manhandling you to turn you to face him. You didn't get a moment to register anything; Spencer pressed his lips roughly to yours. You wish you were able to say that your first kiss with Spencer was a pleasant, romantic experience, but this kiss was angry, hateful and the entire thing was full of clashing teeth and invasive tongue. Spencer pressed your body against the wall, hands gripping your waist hard enough to leave a bruise. Your hands travelled up to his head, tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. You could feel your heartbeat in your throat and hear it drumming in your ears. You pull away for a second, heavy breathing filling the small bathroom. You looked up at Spencer through your eyelashes and he looked back down at yours, nothing but rage and lust clouding them. 

"Who knew the innocent ray of Sunshine could be such a whore, hm?" Spencer chuckled, looking down at the you as you deeply inhaled and exhaled. You face scrunched up and you coughed up a scoff. 

"Fuck you." The words were like venom on your tongue but was almost a plead. 

"Get on your fucking knees and open your filthy mouth." He shoved you down. You obliged, sinking to your knees, becoming eye level with the bulge that was constricted by his work pants. His nimble fingers work to undo his belt, shoving his trousers down to his ankles, his boxers following quickly after. His cock was considerably larger than you expected, veins running from the base up his shaft to the angry, red tip that was already leaking pre-cum. Spencer looked down at you, one hand tangling in your hair, the other guiding his cock to your lips. He rubbed the tip against your lips, smearing the salty liquid on you. "Open up." He tapped his tip against your lips again before you parting your lips and wrapped them around him, letting Spencer push himself further into your mouth. A small groan escaped his lips as he pushed his dick into your mouth, trying to keep quiet. You breathed through your nose, relaxing to try not to gag and choke on his length. "That's it, dirty girl." He slowly thrust his hips, letting the you hollow out you cheeks for him. Despite your current burning dislike for the man, you didn't hate the way he tasted, you could suck him off until he's begging for you to stop. 

He pulled his dick from your mouth, grabbing your arm and yanking you up. He sunk to his knees, pushing you up against the wall, grabbing your exposed thighs, uncovered by the skirt you wore. You shuddered as he pushed the fabric up your legs, trailing sloppy kissed on the exposed skin, pushing your legs further apart. "Spencer..." You gasped. He looked up at you, smirking.

"You gotta keep quiet, otherwise you'll wake everyone." He said before his attention turned back to you. He lifted one of your legs, putting it on his shoulder to give him better access to your dripping cunt. He chuckled, running his fingertip along the edge of your soaked panties, teasing. "God, do you hate me? Are you sure you're mad at me? Because your pretty little pussy is telling me otherwise." He pressed his thumb to your clothed clit, eliciting a quiet moan from your parted lips. "You are just a slut, aren't you Sunshine... you're a desperate little slut." He moved his thumb ever so slightly to create the smallest bit of friction. Your hips jerked slightly, biting down on your finger, small whimpers escaping your lips to try and coax the man into doing more. He pushed the soaked fabric aside and groaned as he admired your slick covered folds. "Y'know, this has got to be the prettiest pussy I've ever seen... I wonder what you taste like," He mused, lifting his head closer to your sex. 

"Please-" You begged and almost instantly a moan was drawn from you lips as he pressed his mouth to you. His tongue dragged right up your slit, all the way to your clit, moaning into you at your taste, flicking his tongue over your clit. "Spencer!" You gasped, leaning your head back on the wall. Your hands gripped his hair, rolling your hips against his mouth, moans slipping past your lips. He brought a finger up pulling his mouth away momentarily, teasing you with his finger before pressing it inside of you, curling it to hit your sweet spot. Your mouth fell open in a silent moan as he drew back his finger and pumped it back in with a second doing the exact same thing, curling his fingers inside of you, the pads of his fingers hitting the spongey insides of your cunt that made you squirm. Heat pooled in your stomach and the walls of your pussy contracted around his fingers which made him move them faster. His lips pressed to your clit, sucking on it and flicking his tongue over it. Your legs shook with pleasure and you chanted his name over and over again as the heat in your stomach grew larger. "Spencer, Spencer, Spencer, Spencer!" 

Spencer chuckled, pulling his mouth away once more. "You gonna cum pretty girl? You gonna cum because you're a filthy slut who gets off to being treated like shit?" He cooed teasingly. You nod desperate for your release. "Go on, cum for me Sunshine." Once again, he suctioned his lips back to your clit, drawing you nearer and nearer to your orgasm. Your legs felt like jelly as your orgasm came crashing down on you in white hot waves. Stars dotted your vision as your eyes roll back into your head, legs threatening to give out on you. Spencer held your body to the wall to keep you upright, fingering you through your orgasm, eyes trained on your blissed out face, lips parted, heavy pants filling the room as you tried to keep your moans to a minimum. You hadn't even gotten a chance to recovering from the earth shattering orgasm Spencer had just given you before her was turning you around on your wobbly feet and pushing you against the sink in the small room. He bent you over, his cock still an angry, red and leaking, rubbing it up and down your slit. "I wish I could take my time with you sweetheart, but someone's gotta show you that acting like a brat won't get you anywhere." He grabbed your leg, holding it just under the knee, guiding his cock to your dripping hole. 

"Fuck you Reid,,,, fuck you." You gasped, knuckles white from how hard you were gripping the sink. Spencer chuckled, his tip prodding your entrance. 

"You are-" He couldn't take it any longer and pushed inside of you right until his hips connected with your bare ass. Both of you let out a moan, mouths open as Spencer bottomed out inside of you. "Oh fuck, baby, your pussy's fucking choking me," His hand slid round to your throat, pulling you up so your back was pressed to his chest. You turned your head to look at him and he pressed his lips to yours, swallowing your moans as he pistoned in and out of you. You brought one hand up and wrapped it around his neck, tangling it in his hair, the other bracing yourself on the wall. The lewd sounds of him fucking you filled the room alongside the harmonised of both of your quiet moans. His cock was stretching you out, hitting you in places no man has ever hit before. Your walls clenched around him and Spencer buried his face in your neck. "Shit sweetheart, holy shit, I'm gonna fucking cum." He groaned against your skin, biting down on the flesh of your neck. You could feel the coil in your stomach tightening again at his voice. You'd never realised how sexy it was before. Rough and low. His breath on your skin sent shivers down your spine, tugging at his hair. 

"Gonna cum too-" You mumbled,  his brown locks twisted in your fingers as you lightly tugged. He ripped your hand from his hair, bending you over the sink again with his hand over your mouth, relentlessly fucking into you. You cried out into his hand, eyes wide. His other hand trailed around your waist and between your legs, harshly rubbing at your clit. Your head clouded as he fucked you dumb, the only thing you could think about was how good his dick felt, scraping at your walls. With one particularly hard thrust, Spencer hit just the right spot that has your crumbling. Your body convulsed as you came hard around his dick, moaning out into the hand that was pressed to your mouth, your cunt squeezing the life out of his cock. It took a couple more thrusts inside your pulsating pussy before his dick was spurting thick, white ropes of hot cum inside you, filling you. He moaned into your neck, the arm that was reaching down to you clit wrapping around your waist to pull you right against him. You booth stood there, leaning against the sink, heavy breathing, brains fogged with post-orgasm haze. You didn't feel Spencer pull out of you or quickly dress himself. You didn't really register him wiping your legs and throbbing sex until he was fixing your underwear and skirt. His hands fell to your waist, thumbs rubbing circles into you. 

"Are you okay?" His voice was different. No longer rough and low, it was soft and gentle. You leaned back into him, letting out a shaky breath. 

"Yeah, I'm okay... are you?" You asked, eyes closed. He pressed his forehead to your temple, leaving a soft kiss to your cheek. 

"I'm okay love... don't you worry about me." You were both silent for a moment, processing what had happened. It was almost overwhelming. "I'm sorry." He mumbled quietly, his arms wrapping around your waist. "I'm sorry I've been such a dick to you." 

"It's okay Spencer." You breathed out, bringing a hand up to gently caress his face, turning so your foreheads were pressed together. "It's okay." One of his hands came up and gently took your chin between his thumb and forefinger. He tilted your head back slightly before pressing his lips to yours in a gentle kiss. Your stomach swarmed with butterflies. This kiss was significantly different to the previous ones. It was loving, caring. 

You didn't quite know what this meant for you and Spencer, but you knew one thing for definite. 

You wanted to do this again. 

[maryonmega]

Twin Stars - Chapter 16

Inside too (too much?)

{{We are so back!}}

You can tell that Stardust is uncomfortable with the swap. You don't really care. Priorities first. Even if you have to put on conscious effort to not speak too loud and let the others realise.

"Stardust, I'm not gonna beat around the bush here. What happened when I was away clearly was worse than you made sound, to get others eavesdropping because you can outrun me. Let me hear from your mouth what you did."

They look like a scolded dog. You're gonna get sick of this if It happens again today.

"If you already know, why do I have to tell? I already talked to everyone."

"Stardust, just spit it out."

You see them reach for a hat that doesn't occupy their head anymore.

"I hurt Mira. It was an accident, but the injury was painful. I tried to... I tried to take it back... Odile stopped me and took my dagger away."

Pitch dark...

It takes a lot to look at them.

"I told you, it had already happened."

"Yes, you did. Look, I..." He hesitates, then look at you. You can tell they want to look away "I didn't get it back then, but, I do now. I... I got rid of the part of me that was scared..."

"For it to be a reflex even out of the loops, I think it's a little further than just not being scared, Stardust..."

He's your sibling, you said it yourself. And a baby compared to you. And... you have nothing more to hide. You already spilled your guts, back in the Favor Tree. You don't have to worry about saying too much now when it comes to him.

"I'm sorry for making you see it so many times, Lo- Sisyphus."

"For once, I really would like if you did not apologize to me."

"I did to everyone too. I know it's not enough, but I really shouldn't-"

"Stardust!"

You realise that you yelled after they flinch.

"I'm sorry."

"You better be sorry for yourself!" They look away. You want to shake them "Blinding- no, no, it's gonna be ok! You have time, real time now! I'm sure it will get easier the longer you do. Or rather, don't."

"I got dagger privileges back the day before we found you..."

"Why am I not surprised?" It takes a lot to not put your hand in your face.

"It was more embarrassing than dramatic, actually." Stardust is sinking into their cloak "I felt like a child."

"You course you did. It is like with a child. Except that instead of an annoying whistle it's a dagger to kill yourself."

You decide to stop egging him after you can barely make out their eyes in the cloak and hair.

"L- Sisyphus..."

"Stardust, you're out of the Loops. You hurt Mirabelle, sure, but that would hurt her worse. Not just her, too."

It's not what you want to say, but it's what you know is more likely to work.

"I know. I... I don't want that. I really don't."

"Well, if Madame gave your dagger back, then I guess you mean it. Still..."

They still won't look at you.

You sight, and prepare yourself to sleep. You lend your cloak to Mirabelle, so you two will be sharing thermos privileges. It's not weird. This group has platonic sheet sharing all the time. You offer your hand, and they take it.

"Did you do it too? Even once?"

"I did. I regreted it. Their cries haunted me for several loops." Not a full lie. It's just hard to even think about what came before.

Hypocrite.

You feel his hand loosen it's grip, and you tighen yours to compensate. He stirs a little, but doesn't pull back. You can't see their face anymore.

When you're sure they're asleep, you carefully take one of his arms and roll up the sleeve.

Scabs.

A bit old, but not that old, and no healing craft involved.

You don't like that. It's a pipeline. But what can you do? You're on a hike. Even if they lose the dagger agin, they can find a way.

You pull the sleeve back down and push it back into position.

You can't even ask when you got so invested, can you? You already were, weren't you? Having to be literally forced to let them do that to himself...

Feeling bad will get you nowhere. You curl on your side of the cloak and try to go to sleep.

~~

You hold Stardust's hand the following morning. Their eye is bloodshot and there's some swelling. You must have missed something, didn't you? Maybe it was for the best. You're not sure what face you would make if you saw them crying.

It's not just you, is it? You can see that. The others are trying to look like it's business as usual, but you can feel the tension. Not a tension like before, where there was clearly something that had to be talked about but nobody wanted to, but one where it's clear that they know what happened.

You can live with that.

You don't let go of their hand even as food and worsd start to move around you. This is your Stardust moment. You even let Mirabelle keep your cloak a little longer to keep the contact.

You're not soaking up on it yourself, definitely not. The skin-to-skin contact break did not leave you metaphorically drolling like an addict that got a fix and then their desired taken away

It's not weird. They know what you did. It's not weird. It's expected even.

Right?

[hiemaldesirae]

Swap AU:

Charlie and Vaggie both know That Vox is there on Lucifer's behalf, but once they see Vox freak out because of Alastor's Shadow (Alastor took over the Shadow and was gently petting Vox's rabbit ears (just how sleepy Vox likes it), before he spoke through the radio to Vox, saying I love you.) Causing the overlord to have a panic attack and blow the power in half of pride. So Vaggie actually gets pretty overprotective of Vox, seeing Alastor as Vox's Adam.

This panic attack is also what allows Husker and Vox to setup their contracted souls and they start building outside of the hotel. Little restaurants, and a gambling joint (where the biggest prize is TVs you don't have to rent, which Charlie thinks is pretty awesome. Not even Nobles have their own TVs, so this will definitely bring in the spotlight for the hotel!) One of the surviving contracted souls of Vox's is a goetia, who can go to earth, and Vox uses them have the hotel offer earthly goods.

At the overlord meeting...since the remaining Vees are contracted Overlords, they aren't invited. Only Alastor and Rosie can come for the Entertainment District and Cannibal town. Vox is on a high dose of (I think it's Xanax they give you for this? I know it's what they gave me to take during my flights because of the anxiety for flying so I'm guessing it may be the same idk) meds so he can get through the meeting unfortunately, Husker can only sit on one of his sides....Who takes the other seat beside Vox? Why Alastor of course.

Who catches Vox's hand with his own under the table, giving it a squeeze and rubbing his thumb over Vox's pulse point in his wrist while Carmilla talks.

While Husk brings up the Angel's head, and points out it could be the cause of the second extermination coming up, Vox is beginning to slowly freak out. He's glad when Carmilla and Zestial say the meeting is over, and he stands up about to jerk his hand away--when Alastor kisses it, murmuring "I'm sorry, my beloved. I'll see you soon." And Husk hisses, grabbing Vox and they hurry back to the hotel.

Vox leaves the lights on in his room that night, but it doesn't stop Alastor from visiting, and covering his precious picture box up with the softest blanket he can conjure....and he also spots the large Cyan scar on Vox's chest, and tears fill the deer demons eyes--he hadn't ment too, he thinks claws digging into his palms. Never you Vox....it'll never happen again. Once I have your soul under my hand no one will hurt you again...myself included. You'll be safe right beside me, where you belong.

oh my GOD vaggie and vox friendship theyre so precious to me <3 wait okay so does al like. send his shadow to the hotel since they cant really get rid of it anyway and they dont know yet that al can posess his shadow ? or what is really going on here im a little lost sorry. the image of al taking the opportunity to stay close to vox when hes in his most vulnerable state just kinda scratches something in my brain though... hes SUCHHH a freak about it all get a JOB stay away from him

OH !!! thats so cool. wait so before that did they just like. have nothing at all lmfao?? cause vox was hiding away or something? cause i dont know if i can image the hotel looking like the shabby rundown mess it was in the show considering the Gambling and Media overlords are here to help run it lmfao. also a GOETIA? my god,, by jove how did that happen

oh this is. oh thats so.... URhrgdhjkfd... the fact that alastors idea of love and posession is so warped that he can only think of owning voxs soula s a means to keep him safe... and he regrets it all so much but its not something that he can ever properly express because he knows vox wouldnt listen and would just try to run away again... im gonna be SICK nonny dont do this to me. i hate ithere

AND YOU DIDNT ANSWER MY QUESTION LAST TIME ABOUT WHETHER OR NOT THEY GET A HAPPY ENDING !!!!!! :sob: im so scared nonny i really am what are you doing with them....

[my-beloved-lakes]

@leveragetober

Leveragetober 2023

Prompt 4: crossover

Parker, Eliot and Hardison take a job in Paris. When it gets interrupted by a con artist who is scamming their mark, they decide to recruit him into Leverage International. (Under the cut.)

Parker eyed the man claiming to be the mark's assistant, tied to the chair in front of her. He was a grifter, No doubt about it now. And he was really good too.

None of them had suspected him of being criminal, not until they had caught him trying to clear out the mark’s bank account at the same time as them, making this simple trip to Paris much more complicated.

So, who was this guy really? A grifter, sure, but why had he chosen the exact same mark as them? Maybe it was just a coincidence, but what were the chances of that?

"Who are you?" Parker asked. "And don’t bother lying. We’ll know if you do.”

Parker heard Eliot crack his knuckles behind her. She knew Eliot wasn't actually going to hurt this guy, since he wasn’t much of a threat, but this guy didn't know that. And yet Parker only caught a brief flash of fear in his eyes before he managed to hide it again.

He’s not gonna talk, is he? Parker shrugged. There were other ways of finding out what they wanted to know.

"Run his face through that thing that tells you who people are." She said turning to Hardison.

"Parker, it’s called...?" Hardison started to say but was interrupted.

"Wait, The Parker!?" The guy asked, astonished.

"The one and only." Parker sighed. She was getting tired of people recognizing her as a world famous thief.

"You stole the Hope Diamond five years ago!"

Parker nodded.

"And then put it back!"

Parker rolled her eyes. 

“Yes I did. So, since you know so much about me, why don't you tell us about yourself," Parker glanced at Hardison's computer. "Neal Cafrey."

"Ooh, you were good!" Hardison sounded genuinely impressed as he read from the files that popped up.

"Still am." Neal smirked. 

"Huh, says here that you're dead." Hardison said.

"Aww, Your FBI handler wrote a very sweet message for your obituary." Parker added, reading more information from the files that Hardison had found.

Neal ducked his head and looked away.

oops. Parker thought. She hadn't meant to be insensitive, but that seemed to have hit a nerve. Maybe they had been close.

Parker pulled up a swivel chair and sat down in front of Neal.

"Alright, just tell us why you were running The Oklahoma Little Chucky on our mark." She demanded.

"No, it was a John and Mary scam." Eliot corrected. "You need a pit bull and a wedding cake for the Oklahoma Little Chucky.”

"Well, it couldn't've been a John and Mary scam cuz you need a whole fire station for that one." Hardison argued.

"Oh, I had the fire station." Neal said slyly.

"Ooh!" Eliot, Hardison and Parker all said in unison. They were all genuinely impressed.

"And to answer your question; the same reason as you, I'd imagine." Neal continued.

"Because his company was polluting the surrounding areas, making people really sick and killing all the wildlife?" Parker asked.

"Okay, I guess not." Neal looked taken aback. "Alright, you guys have already figured out half of it.  I faked my death back in America and I fled here. I needed an easy score that would pay well so I could set myself up with a new life." Neal explained. "You guys are criminals, just like me. You understand, so, one criminal to another, would you be so kind as to let me go?" Neal slipped his hands out of the ropes and stood up without waiting for an answer. 

Parker cocked an eyebrow in surprise.  

“I'm very good at what I do.” Neal shrugged.

He was good. Anyone who could slip one of Eliot's knots had to be.

Neal grabbed his hat off the table, flipped it in his hand and placed it back on his head before heading for the door.

"What if..."  Parker said and spun her chair around to face him, "we offered you a job?"

Neal hesitated at the door.

"It comes with that chance at a new life you were looking for. A chance to run your own crew, long term, right here in Paris." Parker added.

she glanced at Eliot and Hardison who both nodded in agreement. It was the same pitch they had given to Hurley when they had set up the Mexican branch of leverage, and now she got to give it again. They had come to France in the hopes of setting up a new branch of leverage in the first place. She hadn’t been sure how they were going to find someone willing to do it, but then along came Neal Cafrey, an experienced grifter looking for a fresh start. The perfect candidate had fallen right into their lap.

Neal turned around. He was intrigued.

"Let's talk business." Parker said with a sly smile.

[quietbluejay]

Ghost Warrior 2

back over to Yvraine and Eldrad Eldrad is a hoarder I think Yvraine should judge him for his messy room more

where'd they come from? dude's not THAT pretty

I don't think this is saying what you want it to about Eldrad, dude Eldrad puppetmasters situations so he will get shiny magpie presents that he then brings back to his nest

okay I was wrong, I guess he IS that pretty

he's a tomb robber missed that bit also: never lend a book to this man you know what this would make so much more sense if 40k had dragons and eldrad was one ngl Eldar Dragon Eldrad would be sick …make ALL the Eldar dragons

is this…actually developing Yvraine's character??? so Iyanna tells them about the mysteriously appearing craftworld

here we FINALLY have our hook for Yvraine, Eldrad thinks they might find the last cronesword in the well of the dead

ughh

Eldrad, everyone the chapter ends with Yvraine looking at a mini sculpture of Lileath and thinking about myths and legends AND THEN SHE WRAPS IT UP IN HER SCARF AND STEALS IT incredible

actual decent opening to this chapter as the mood on Iyanden is nervous so Iyanna is hiding from everyone lol so they don't find out she's secretly bringing the Ynnari I'm sure this will go well and yet i guess people sensed the vibes and came to watch lol

"aesthetic disdain" everyone turns to see Iyanna walk in surrounded by the dead

Yvraine's grand entrance

Althenian and the Visarch chat and we get yet another gloomy reminder that

YRIEL MENTION I cannot believe but I am grateful he's not gonna show up here he is safe from Thorpe for now… okay the Iyanden farseer tells Yvraine ominous things about the Tomb of Eldanesh on that note, after some back and forth where Iyanna basically gets told not to let the door hit her on the way out, the chapter is over

New chapter and Iyanna remembers happier times hanging out in the place they're in and cries a bit Yvraine shares her memories of Biel-Tan and believing that they'd Make the Eldar Great Again we've got some headhopping here but it's actually done in a decent way

so are we going to get anywhere

five generations since the fall so we have a rough estimate of average Eldar lifespan/age to maturity yeah i will say this for all Thorpe's faults at least he's not gross or weird about women so Iyanna is trying to activate…something this family heirloom except that, lol, she's got no clue how so she figures out how to activate it and it's to bring up all her negative feelings not like that should be hard for her in this book…

cheerful! and it worked, the dead are waking up I also have to say this is the most grimdark, bleak, and hopeless warhammer novel I've read so far and I read the first three Ahriman books and The Buried Dagger it's not even ripping my heart out! I'm mad it should be making me care about these people and rip my heart out if that's the route it's going to go

so iyanna lives like this so she always remembers girl..... gahhh this could have been great if it actually engaged with Yvraine feeling the huge amount of pressure and thinking on if she was chosen by accident or not

ghost meeting

are you eldar or ents???

SHUSH with the editorializing okay this part is…actually decent Yvraine thinks about all these guys arguing like hobbits over the silver

it's just a different cage so FINALLY iyanna is calling on the dead to fulfil their oaths hi aragorn lol

okay this isn't too bad as far as this book goes but man i just really wanna do a complete rewrite and see if i can make it good this isn't really my genre though ...maybe I could make it my genre

im still puzzled as to why they have to go through this special to-do to get the ghosts to help them and that iyanna didn't even know how to summon them before hey psst Thorpe adding "wraith" to every word just sounds stupid wraithcouncil wraithnobility wraithranks so the House of Ulthanesh is being the stinker here and they're mad that Yvraine resurrected Yriel and now he's stuck as a Ynnari whether he wants to be or not "lich-lieges" so all the dead who are helping them do a grand parade through the streets of Iyanden

see this'd be okay but since i know the spoilers it's like "hoo hoo you thought they were gonna make actual progress but lol it's impossible " uggghh we switched back to the stupid omniscient narrator [10:49 AM] i really, really hate it when writers do this pose a question, like, say, "how will these characters reckon with the sins of their past" and then go "lol they're not gonna, you were stupid for expecting any kind of catharsis from this, any time a hint of resolution looks like it's going to happen BOOM headshot, and the survivors never actually did anything bad in the first place" yes i'm still salty about Sins of the Wreckers Roche is actually good at storytelling though, so that's one he's got up on this so the Shadowseers refuse to guide them any further (they're on their way) and now Yvraine gets to experience some oblivion, as a treat

this is what this book is doing to me this is how I feel reading it

anyways after this little interlude which apparently affected everyone, the harlequins go "one will break" nice, the party is now suspicious of each other and go "oh yeah changed our minds we're gonna guide you anyways" so. we are FINALLY meeting this craftworld Iyanna is. the one making contact and won't bring any weapons I'm not even halfway through the book contact is finally made and Iyanna meets the first relative she's met alive in…i guess since whenever her family died and he has a pet flying monkey

eh??? what about this is humble

okay first off, eh?? second off, you are LITERALLY doing this because they have something you want (the Well) this book is just so sloppy (unrelated to previous comment) anyways finally meeting the Zaithustrans and a) they worship the old pantheon b) they're suspicious

the ynnari get put in a house out in the middle of nowhere, iyanna storms off to meet her relative despite everyone else going "this is SUSPICIOUS" and yvraine's kitty follows her

i've been wanting to make this joke since i saw the craftworld name so we get 3 pages of telling not showing about a fraught conversation between yvraine and some of the zaisuthrans so what is iyanna up to okay i just looked up spoiler about what's up with this craftworld and you know what, sure, let's see how he does it

sidenote i don't think i'm ever going to be able to ship guillivraine now so okay i haven't actually read the gathering storm bit that involves them but like…they're just so completely uninvested in each other even disregarding that, personality clash not in a fun way i think they'd both find each other tiresome both of them are, tbh, more primarily oriented towards eldrad than each other well okay that's a bit of a strong term for guilliman's case anyways i'm thinking about rewriting this as Iyanna and Yvraine going on a magical journey of friendship there's actually some fun clashing you could do with Iyanna-as-written-by-Haley okay interlude over time to see what Iyanna's up to so she's going to meet her long-lost relative who looks a LOT like her dad

HE CAN SHOWWW YOU THE WORLD i'm not really a fan of the quasi romantic vibe that's being given to these two given how it's repeatedly mentioned how much he looks like her dad back to the Visarch and, okay, this isn't written badly, he's thinking about "what is their secret as a small craftworld, how did they avoid falling" back to Iyanna and Sydari takes her to the nicest place

Sydari gets surprised by her reaction and they leave this place of darkness annnd back over to Yvraine and co

really? really? annd meanwhile Iyanna is semi-catatonic and Sydari wipes a tear from her face "to find one in whom the bloodline was still strong" I. Don't like where this is going. meanwhile Yvraine has gotten them to show her the Gate of Malice. where will this go… this chapter was probably one of the better-written ones! 60% of the way through let me finish it today

iyanna has a panic attack sydari talks about them being under attack by "the oldest Enemy" Iyanna takes this to mean Chaos, but I'm not entirely sure

STAY IN YOUR LANE AND PICK A NARRATION STYLE

Hit image limit lol

[ginger-idiot]

So I've been thinking.

I think I might temporarily pause my Traumatized Pastra AU for my new au.

Introducing:

A random ass Doai AU I've had for a while now and am currently turning into a fic!(Hopefully it will be on Ao3 soon) It's just chock full o' headcanons! Buckle in because this gonna be a long ass post and I rant about things a LOT

Main little headcanons for the pairs.

◇ Clyde and Winfrey are 100% gay and no one can tell me otherwise.

◇ Simon is like an owner to The Flock, Simon is also teaching The Flock how to actually speak.

◇ Klaus is slightly abusive towards Jack, but he is desperately trying to fix it with Jack's help.

◇ Kause and Jack never actually stay in the same spot, but they will return to an area multiple times.

◇ Because Klause and Jack never stay in one place, they'll sometimes wander into Clyde and Winfrey's territory, because of this, both Clyde and Winfrey will hide if they catch even the slightest smell of their scent.

◇ Klaus and Jack have very impulsive personalities and will often play cruel pranks that often end up in an injury of some kind, this is why Clyde and Winfrey are afraid of them.

◇ The Flock can sometimes be overprotective of Simon, especially if Simon is about to go into hibernation.

◇ Simon will regularly check up on Clyde and Winfrey because I said so.

◇ Winfrey is helping to uncorupt Clyde, and in return Clyde is helping him control his thoughts.

Hibernation periods.

◇ Clyde hibernates between August 3rd and October 31st, while Winfrey hibernates between Febuary 1st and June 4th.

◇ The Flock doesn't hibernate, being a bird and all. Simon hibernates through spring.

◇ Both Jack and Klaus hibernate through the last half of winter and the first half of spring.

Individual Headcanons

.•° Winfrey °•.

◇ Winfrey can actually play the violin, and he's good at it too.

◇ He's constantly second guessing weather it was a good idea to become complete, but Clyde helps him see it as a good thing.

◇ He's overprotective over Clyde despite Clyde telling him that he can handle himself, it's just the size difference really-

◇ Him and Clyde are VERY close. V e r y

.•° Clyde °•.

◇ Clyde is actually kind of insane, and with Wibfrey helping to uncorupt his mind, he's becoming even more so.

◇ If Clyde is harmed enough, Winfrey will wake up from his hibernation and go save him, and vice-versa. They will then go into a month long hibernation together.

◇ Like Winfrey, Clyde can hear the voices of everyone he's consumed, but has learned to tune it out.

◇ He is adept at playing the piano.

.•° Simon °•.

◇ Simon is practically The Flock's owner because of how feral The Flock is.

◇ He won't force his ideology of not consuming humans, he just doesn't want the others to do it when he's around.

◇ He celebrates human holidays, and even invites the other veldigun over to celebrate with him and The Flock.

.•° The Flock °•.

◇ The Flock will attack anyone and anything that gets close to Simon when he's injured, sick, ect.

◇ Since they haven't progressed past the void stage, they're kind of like an octopus, they can fit through tiny spaces.

.•° Jack °•.

◇ Jack rarely talks, only ever talking to Klaus.

◇ He'll do anything Jack tells him to, even if he doesn't want to.

◇ He hunts when Klaus is asleep because he's always used to help Klaus hunt.

◇ He doesn't actually need to eat as much as you'd expect.

.•° Klaus °•.

◇ Klaus is actively trying to fix his abusive behavior towards Jack

◇ Klaus and Jack get into constant prank wars.

◇ He loves messing with Clyde and Winfrey, mostly Clyde though.

Veldigun Headcanons.

◇ Veldigun can actually speak many different languages, but like humans they have to learn it.

◇ They know jackshit about Six, the only thing they know is that they'll show up in their dreams before an event in their lives. (Hibernation and stuff)

◇ They never go into large human towns or cities, they just wait for prey to come to them, or they'll try to lead them away.

Okay I'm done ranting now- I may or may not turn this into a separate ask blog idk man- but I do know that I've kinda lost motivation for my Traumatized Pastra AU-

[linawritesocs]

Here is my writing for you <3

Aka reasons why I KNOW Lilia x Lina x Rollo is canon frfr

First of all, the vibes and the aesthetics are there. Trust

The :D x :( x :| dynamic is so fun. So so fun

Lilia is scooping you and Rollo up in his arms and giving you both forehead kisses <3

You and Rollo have things in common and I think you'd be able to help each other get through a lot of stuff!

Plus Lilia is there to always support you and he's very understanding!! No judgment from him at all, absolutely 0

Again, LILIA AND ROLLO WOULD FIND YOUR SMILE AND LITERALLY EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU STUNNING!!! GORGEOUS!!! They wouldn't want to change a single thing about you!

They'd take such good care of you, no cap. Seriously. They'd be absurdly good at it. And they're incredibly careful and ask if you're comfortable :)

Why did they fall for you? Not sure with them but in my head, they saw a failgirl meow meow (affectionate) and went "OMG I LOVE THEMMM" and "...Okay so I love them"

Also that one Halloween drawing you did is like. Stuck in my head permanently. The vampire x witch x priest one.

Ngl I think y'all should have a pet cat. Idk why but it seems right

So the fireworks during masquerade, right? Or whatever they were if they weren't fireworks, I'm not sure jsndkfs

I think Rollo would take you both to a place that's kinda far and the sounds aren't very audible, but the view of the town is great! And you get a clear view of the fireworks so that you don't have to miss how pretty they are!

I'm trying to think of date ideas but I'm kind of blanking rn? I know it'd be something more low-key... OHHH what if cat cafe??? (I feel like I keep mentioning cats but that's literally your and Rollo's energies, I can't just forget cats)

Whenever you're sick, Rollo would definitely take some time away from NBC, like a few hours, so he can see you and make sure you're doing all right! Maybe he brings you some food or medicines he heard is good for you!

I'm sure Lilia does a really good job too, plus he'd make sure you aren't lonely and in low spirits!

Random thought: If Silver is basically the son of Lilia and Lina, what's Rollo's role? I feel like he doesn't dislike Silver, that's all, but if you have thoughts... 👁️👁️

Cottagecore house cottagecore house cottagecore house

Once y'all graduate I can see you having a cottagecore house. Yes just like Seth and Rollo

That's all I have rn but PLEASE RAMBLE IN YOUR RESPONSE IF YOU WANT!!! I WANNA HEAR MORE ABOUT THEM <333

HSDHDJSJSDJKSJS TARUUUUU THIS IS SO CUTE I'M GONNA CRYYYYYY

and you're right. rollo x lina are just cat x cat. both of them are so cat-coded.

THE IMAGE OF LILIA SCOOPING BOTH ME AND ROLLO UP IS SO FUNNY but it's okay i know he can do it

everything about the vampire x priest x witch au is perfect. lina and lilia already dating and lilia going "hey dude wanna form a polycule". rollo naming one of the bells john and making cole and sebastian worry for his mental health. rollo being So Scared that someone is gonna find out about his relationship with those two but when cole and sebastian do find out they just go "OMG SO YOU DO HAVE BITCHES SLAYYYYY- ahem, we mean. wow.. you're not maidenless.." lina secretly being a catgirl and hiding her cat ears under her witch hat and fully turning into a cat when she's comfortable around rollo. honestly priest!rollo is a very popular au concept especially with a vampire/witch/other "monster" s/o but like. come on. we all know this is the best one /lh

. I GUESS SILVER CAN ALSO BE ROLLO'S SON THOUGH THAT'D BE SO FUNNY IT'S LIKE ".. so. uh. y-you're dating my father." ".. yes" "and you're also dating my mother" "also yes" ".. uh. does that make you-" "i am literally one year older than you" "okay father number two" NO BUT THEY EVEN LOOK KINDA SIMILAR. KNIGHT OF DAWN WHO. i'm actually obsessed with the way how silver actually looks and acts like a mix of them. he can appear very suddenly, scaring others in the process, just like lilia, he's eepy like lina and also tends to blame himself a lot just like them and he looks a lot like rollo and is very serious and responsible, just like him. he is literally their son. i'm gonna sob

here are some of my fav lina x lilia x rollo concepts if you don't mind me sharing!

lilia is 700 years old and he's been through so much and it took a lot of time for him to change and become the gremlin that he is today. lina is MUCH younger than him, but she also had to go through a lot of horrors. lilia never says that their trauma isn't valid and never says stuff like "well at least you didn't have to fight in a war". he just hopes they can feel a bit lighter when he's around.

i've mentioned before that i imagine lina's unique magic hurting them a lot in exchange for them to do things as good (or better than) as others so yeah, maybe rollo would find lina suspicious at first but then imagine him finding out about what her magic is doing to her and he's like. "SEE. I AM RIGHT. WE HAVE TO SAVE YOU WE HAVE TO GET RID OF MAGIC WE HAVE TO-" and lina is standing there like "sir.. why do you want to save me.."

*sobs* rollo putting a flower in lina's hair while she's sitting lost in thought and comparing her to that flower *CRIES*

rollo being confused why lilia is 100% okay with a poly relationship and lilia is like "well. uh. well. you see. i have EXPERIENCE" mallenoa and her husband (possibly crowley)

ACTUALLY IT'S SO FUNNY bc if you think about it lina x lilia x rollo is like a reverse version of that relationship. it's not the "actual queen" and a "trash man" it's "the nbc student council president and the most talented student from that school" and "a wet cat i found on the street and said "i just think it's neat"".

*SOBBING* LINA HAS NOTICEABLE FANGS.. DO YOU KNOW WHO ALSO HAS THOSE.. which means linalilia can just bite rollo whenever they want.

lina and lilia dye each other's hair all the time and try to make rollo join them. they fail but it's okay

[heartshattering]

/// more negativity sorry

Not sure how to feel. I guess I'm just aimless atm. No positive quotes about baby steps and making progress are doing anything to make me feel better right now, because I realized I don't really have any goals or anything I care about working towards. So big steps, small steps, or no steps don't matter anymore. It's all pointless.

I feel like at this point really my only 'goal' is to ignore reality as much as possible. The more I dwell on things, the worse I end up feeling about myself. And my situation isn't one I can just magically get myself out of.

I used to be in a support group where people would suggest shit to me like calling the police on my mom and aunt, or running away to a homeless shelter, and it felt like people didn't really care about my best interests. They just wanted me to do some dumb/reckless/dramatic thing to see what would happen. 'Cause as shitty as putting up with my mom and aunt is, I'm sorry but calling the cops and hiding in a homeless shelter wouldn't be the solution to that????? People really think I'm that fucking stupid and just want to see my life spiral into a Lifetime movie since their own lives are boring as shit (they were all old, I was the only person under like 50) and they get off from watching someone else's drama. No one in that damn support group actually "supported" me and all they did was offer stupid ass suggestions that would do more harm than good and fuck up my life.

So. I am back to trying to cope. Not make things better but just do what I need to do not to completely lose my mind. Some of those coping mechanisms aren't the most "ideal" but I literally don't fucking care anymore... I give up. If I'm not numb then I feel like a ball of nerves. I don't want to go to the hospital for panic attacks again. Reality is too much. It's crushing me. I give up on the chance of a life outside of home because it's never gonna fucking happen.

Even if I could get away from home somehow I know I'd be too weak to handle it. I'm mentally and physically ill and I just feel myself getting worse and worse. I did the whole "get help" thing and it didn't work. I'm banned from the local psychiatric center. The last nurse I saw is trying to get me arrested. I've had so many people over the years deem me as a lost cause. It's tiring. I'm actually amazed at how long I continued. And I'm not completely giving up on my life... I'm just giving up on trying to do shit like get a job outside home or go to school outside home or literally do anything else outside home. I'll stay alive. Even though it's crushing me. But if I can just stop getting my hopes up I'll be okay. I'll try to sleep more so I don't have to deal with being alive. I won't look at job postings or school admissions anymore. It's all bullshit anyway. I know it's better off this way. I'm sick of crying and feeling sad and getting my hopes up over nothing. It really is better to just not feel anything anymore.

[journalofsorts2]

im actually terrified of gaining weight. for background, my mom fat shamed me my whole life, boo hoo for me, whatever, im trying my best to get over it, but when i was little i used to binge eat to try to fill the feeling of emptiness, it never worked and i always kept eating. as a result, i weighed about twice as much as my peers and my mom hated me. when i reached 7th grade it kinda all hit me at once. i started distancing myself from food. eating less, and when i did eat it was food that could only be perceived as healthy. any junk food i ate in private or if i did eat it in front of other people, i was usually masking a panic attack. i would eat like an average of a meal and a half each day cause dinner was kinda hard to avoid cause we would sit down as a family to eat it. anyways, this went on till like 9th grade, right before winter break i got a horrible stomach sickness, everything was coming out both ends, i missed finals, it was awful. i lost about 20 pounds from that whole thing, on top of the weight i had been slowly losing from not eating. at this point im at about 100 pounds. not healthy for a 5'4" 15 year old. and since then my dad's been getting on me more about eating, and i have actually been eating more. and it was slow, comfortable progress at first.

but now i'm doing online school, and im home alone all day everyday, and it's the holidays. and this is the perfect mixture to get me to eat more and more. and i feel awful. that empty feeling that caused my binge eating is stronger than ever now. and i haven't been eating healthy. and i'm beating myself up over it. i mean yesterday i had two slices of pie! two! that's not good, i shouldn't have done that. i wonder what my mom would say. something awful probably. "oh you're getting a second slice? oh no, its fine, go right ahead" and then she'd make sure i knew she was looking at my stomach. "oh you're eating cheez-its? you know we have fruit right? okay, it's just a suggestion" and then she'd have that look of disgust that she's barely trying to hide. "you know, you should probably lay off the blueberries, at that rate you're gonna eat the whole box!" and then she'd whisper to my older sister and they'd both share a hushed laugh. and even though i don't talk to her anymore, even though she's basically not allowed to talk to me without my dad in the room, even though my older siblings are all moved out, her voice still lives on in my head. every time i second guess myself, its her voice doing it. every time i stop myself from eating what i want, its her voice berating me. every time i look down and squeeze my stomach, it's her voice telling me how fat i am.

im not even that heavy anymore. i probably weigh less than my peers these days. i weigh less than is healthy still. you can literally see my bones and veins poking out in certain parts! but the fact that the number on the scale is going up instead of down means that my inner mom is still unhappy. it doesn't matter what the number is, but as long as its going up, im not enough. im getting close to where i was before i lost those 20 pounds and im scared to see that number on the scale again. im scared because it means im failing. i was supposed to get under 100 and stay there. that was my goal. but i failed.

and i feel like im not allowed to talk about this with anyone. because these stupid rules only apply to me. i have friends who weigh more than me who are absolutely stunning. and i don't judge their weight at all. i only judge mine. my body is the only ugly one. and i know its not rational, 'if i can see that they're pretty, why can't i see that i'm pretty?' I DON'T KNOW, i don't know. i don't know why these rules only apply to me, and i don't know how to get rid of them. but because i weigh less than the people around me, i feel like i can't talk to them about my weight struggles. i don't want them to think i think that they're fat and ugly like i am. because i really don't. and what if they struggle with weight? how insulting is it to have this skinny person come up to you and say they think they're fat? what must they think about you then? and so i keep it to myself. the most i tell people is my mom fat shamed me as a kid. i don't let them know it still effects me. i don't let them know how much i hate my body.

but the weight that im gaining is terrifying. and i can't tell anyone how scared i am. i don't have anyone to hug me and tell me it'll be alright. every time an issue like this comes up i realize how small my support system actually is. how conditional my support system is. and i hate it. i just want someone to hug me and tell me they love me and that it'll all be alright. i want someone to think i'm beautiful. and not the forced "oh yeah you're so pretty" that adults give me when i tell them i think im ugly. cause that hurts worse than them just telling me they think im ugly. i want someone to genuinely think i'm beautiful. i want someone to genuinely think i'm handsome. idk, moral of the story i hate myself. this has been too long, sorry

[nethercomfies]

Oh gOD OH DEAR CONGRATULATIONS YOU DESERVE SO MANY FOLLOWERS HON!! I'm almost making myself sick w excitement why am i like this-

I'M BUZZING AND I DON'T KNOW WHICH ONE TO PICK BUT-

Kaeya, Thoma and Xiao with "I've dreamt about this" because I want mushy, intimate heart-to-heart, opening-up-to-one-another moments under the starry night sky. In my head the reader says the line at least to Kaeya and Xiao since they're more Angsty™ in general but obviously you go run w this and do whatever you want!

I'm going to send this in before I second-guess myself for the characters.. I'm so sorry Itto but you fill me with very lighthearted soft warm loving thoughts rather than something like this but I love you, you big goof-

Anyway- CONGRATULATIONS AGAIN WOOHOO CCCC:<

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!

I swear your excitement over like… EVERYTHING I post is one of the things that keep me going whenever I start doubting myself ToT I really really appreciate all your support 💛

Those actually turned out longer than expected but oh well, I'm sure noone's gonna complain about that-

Character: Kaeya, Thoma, Xiao

Prompt: "I've dreamt about this"

Content: Lots of fluff, a bit of angst for Kaeya and Xiao, confessions, kisses, holding hands

My 200 followers event

Kaeya:

Mondstadt at night really is a sight to behold. Seeing the ever so lively city bathed in a peaceful slumber with only a few lights remaining lit here and there sends a strange rush of calmness over you as you watch the city from beyond Starfell Valley with your knees pulled close to your chest and your head propped on top of them. It’s most definitely the second most beautiful thing you’ve seen today.

The first place goes to Kaeya, who’s silently sitting next to you, propped up on his arms as he gazes off into the distance. He appears to be relaxed, glad he can let his guard down for once when it’s just the two of you. Whenever you see him like this, your heart beats just a little faster, a million confessions blooming on your tongue. Tonight as well you force yourself to swallow them down, in fear of ruining the moment. You like to think you’re better at reading Kaeya than most other people, but it’s not enough to tell how he’d react to a confession. Having seen time and time again how quick he can be to shut people out, you’d rather not risk it.

He glances over to catch you staring, cracking a grin as you quickly avert your gaze. “Like what you’re seeing?” He asks and you gently shove his shoulder with a giggle.

“Yeah, you wish,” you say, trying not to let it show that yes, you like it quite a lot, actually. You’re not quite sure how successful you are at hiding it, but try not to overthink it.

Kaeya chuckles and just shrugs. “I don’t see why I wouldn’t want a pretty person to find me attractive,” he notes casually. It might just be a remark without much meaning, but it’s enough to let your world slow down as your eyes shoot over to him. His attention is already directed back at the night sky, but the faint smile remains on his face. After a few moments of you silently staring at him, Kaeya laughs and turns to look back at you again. “Is it that hard to believe I’d think you’re pretty?” He asks. The usual teasing in his voice is definitely still there, but it’s slightly muted, overshadowed by a more earnest tone.

You feel the blush creeping into your cheeks. “I would have thought someone like you had probably countless of far more attractive people than me all lined up to get your attention,” you quietly admit. Kaeya’s look softens a little at that, his easy grin fading away for a small pout.

“Even if that were the case, who’s to say I wouldn’t still choose you?” You’re pretty sure the words physically knocked the air out of your lungs.

“Come on,” you laugh, “Why would you do that?”

Kaeya looks at you like you just asked the silliest question ever possible. “Because there’s more important things than the way a person looks. I like you for who you are, not what you look like, you know?” Once again you just look at him, your mind working hard to process what it just heard. When you don’t respond for a while, Kaeya adds a more cautious “Did you think I didn’t like you?”

You shake your head, suddenly feeling very shy. “No, I just… Never would have imagined you’d like me this much,” you admit.

Kaeya leans over to cup your cheek, the smile on his face unusually gentle. “I do. I always thought you knew that. I haven’t exactly been subtle about it,” he admits and you’re a little taken aback. Although, in hindsight, maybe he’s right. Kaeya has a habit of shutting people out when he’s not interested in them or doesn’t have much to gain from talking to them. But you’ve never received that kind of treatment. Not to mention the occasional gifts and invites to get food together… Or the fact that he’d rather sit on a hill and look at the stars than to go for a drink right now. You can’t believe you could have missed all of that.

When you look back at Kaeya to say something, his face is right in front of yours with a soft smile, one hand raised to cup your cheek. It’s a quick, shy kiss that the two of you share, but it’s enough to make your heart flutter. Once your lips part again, you catch just the slightest hint of nervousness in Kaeya’s face, but it quickly fades into a cheeky grin. "I've dreamt about this,” you whisper, something you usually would never have admitted to out loud -- But right in this moment it just feels like the right thing to do.

“Well, did I live up to your dreams?” Kaeya asks, one of his hands playing with a strand of your hair.

You chuckle and give him another kiss on the cheek. “It was even better than I imagined.”

Thoma:

Thoma holds onto your hand as you make your way down to the beach. The sun is already setting in the distance and the summer heat slowly makes way for a slight evening chill. It feels kind of refreshing, especially with the gentle breeze coming in from the sea. In your other hand you’re carrying a blanket, while Thoma has a small basket of food in his. The plan is to find a nice spot for a picnic where you can watch the sunset and later enjoy the fireworks.

It’s something you’ve been looking forward to almost the entire week now, ever since Thoma had approached you, looking uncharacteristically shy and asking if you’d like to spend his day off with him to go watch the fireworks together. You had immediately agreed -- After all, being able to have Thoma all for yourself is a rare thing. Usually most of his attention lies with cleaning, cooking, groceries, fulfilling requests for the Kamisato family… So you were quite happy he wanted to spend his free day with you.

“Here’s a nice spot, don’t you think?” Thoma asks in his usual cheerful voice. You just nod and give him a smile -- The spot really is beautiful. Secluded, with a perfect view of the sunset and probably an amazing place to see the fireworks from. The two of you set up your little picnic and sit down, into the food Thoma had prepared. He’s made some onigiri, egg rolls, sushi and skewers, along with dango and mochi for dessert. Seeing all of it, you wonder how the two of you will be able to finish it off all by yourselves… But that only means you’ll get a chance to take some of the leftovers with you and have some of Thoma’s delicious food for the next couple of days as well.

The sky is glowing in a deep, burning orange as the sun is slowly setting. It covers Thoma in a warm glow while he leans back on his arms with a smile, closing his eyes and enjoying the last bit of sunlight for the day. He himself is as radiant as the sun, you think, entranced by the sight in front of you. You’re dying to just reach out a hand and touch him -- To feel his warmth directly against your skin, to make sure he’s actually real and not just a hallucination you dreamed up.

At that moment Thoma opens his eyes again and turns his head to you with a warm smile. “How’s the food, y/n? Everything to your liking?”

You quickly shake yourself out of your previous trance and nod. “Of course! It tastes amazing like always. I can never get enough of your food,” you praise him, resulting in an even wider grin from him.

“In that case it’s good we’ll have leftovers, huh?” He winks at you and you can’t help but blush a little. He knew exactly you were hoping to have some of his food left after this. Thoma laughs at the sight of your expression. “You’re always praising my cooking so much… I had a feeling you might want some extras.”

“You really didn’t have to put in all the extra work for me,” you pout, but Thoma just pats your shoulder.

“It’s no problem at all. Anything to bring that sweet smile to your face.” Your blush only deepens, feeling very shy all of a sudden. You had no idea you were that predictable for Thoma… What other things you tried to hide is he aware of? You give him a weary look, but are met with nothing but Thoma’s usual bubbliness. “Oh, come on! It’s really not that big of a deal! I’d cook for you any day if you asked me to, you know?” He says it in the same carefree voice as always, not knowing that the idea of being close enough to Thoma that he’d be making food just for you every day makes your heart race.

You’re about to stammer out a reply, but it’s at this moment that you hear a loud cracking sound in the distance, followed by a flash of bright colors against the darkening sky. Your eyes dart over to watch the fireworks, fully absorbed by the way the colors rain down over Inazuma City. Even Thoma stops with his usual chatter to look at the sky in absolute awe.

You’re a little caught off guard when you feel a comfortable warmth against your hand -- Fingers hesitantly toying with yours before intertwining with them. You look over at Thoma, a little startled at the action, only to see him give you a shy smile. “Do you mind this?” He asks, voice barely loud enough for you to hear with the fireworks in the background.

“Not at all.” For once it’s you with the reassuring smile, scooting over a little closer to Thoma to rest your head against his shoulder, heart beating so fast that you’re almost dizzy. He’s just as warm and comfortable as you would have imagined, snaking an arm around your shoulders to keep you close.

“You know,” he starts after a while, his voice still sounding a little shaky with nervousness, “I’ve dreamt about this. For quite some time, actually. I’m glad I get to watch the fireworks with you.”

You turn your head slightly to look at him and smile. “Me too. I’d like to spend every summer watching the fireworks with you. There’s no person I’d rather do this with,” you admit, causing Thoma’s face to light up.

“Sounds wonderful. Let’s spend all the future summers together as well, then.”

Xiao:

You quietly make your way to the rooftop of Wangshu Inn, hoping not to startle Xiao. He's leaning against the huge tree, staring off into the distance. For once, there's an almost peaceful expression on his face.

"Hey," you almost whisper, standing a few feet away from him. Xiao glances over at you then back into the distance, not saying anything. Well, at least he's not telling you to go away. You carefully approach him, letting yourself drop down onto the wood. It's quiet for a while.

"Have you been busy recently?" You ask, leaning back against the tree until your shoulder is almost touching with Xiao's.

"Not particularly, no," he just says with a shrug. You can't help but frown. So much for your only possible explanation on what was going on with him lately.

"Then… Are you avoiding me?" You're not sure you really want to hear his answer. Then again, you'd like to at least understand why.

"No… I mean…" Xiao sighs, goes quiet for a while and stares up at the stars again. When you're almost certain he won't say anything else, he begins to speak again, voice barely above a whisper. "I just don't think you should be getting so close to me." When you give him a questioning look, he continues. "You'll only get hurt by being near me that much… I don't want you to get hurt." The last bit is barely audible, but you hear a faint crack in his voice.

You place a gentle hand on his shoulder to which he barely reacts. "I'm fine, Xiao. I'm not getting hurt by you or… By being in your presence or anything. I actually feel pretty safe, knowing you're always there to protect me."

Xiao glances over at you with a frown. "But, what if-"

"I promise, I'm fine," you cut him off, subconsciously moving closer towards him, your arm now carefully wrapped around his shoulder. "I understand that you're worried… But I swear I'm doing okay. And I'd like to just stay by your side, if that's okay."

He turns his head to look at you, seeking for any shred of hesitance in your expression, only to find nothing but warm sincerity. "Are you sure?"

You nod firmly. "I like being with you. So, if it's okay with you, I'd want to stay with you."

Xiao lets out a small chuckle as he allows himself to lean against you. "I guess if I can't convince you otherwise… I may as well enjoy the time I have with you."

Your head sinks against his shoulder and the two of you sit in silence for a while, just looking up at the stars. It's nice being with him like this. There's been countless times where you imagined a scene just like this one, yet none of them ever got close to feeling this perfect. "I dreamed about this," you whisper after a while, scooting closer towards Xiao. He wraps his arms around you and just hums in agreement.

[giorno-plays-piano]

Vicious

Part VII

Pairing: Steve x reader, Bucky x reader, Thor x reader, Loki x reader, Peter x reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking, possessiveness, theft, mention of blackmail, all characters are adults.

Words: 1864.

Summary: Transferring to Stark Academy that has only allowed to take in female students last semester, you realize you are just one of three young women among hundreds of students. Your things are constantly being stolen, and soon you begin fearing for your safety.

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

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You wanted to slap yourself. What the hell was wrong with you today? Why did you tell Peter that?!

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean...” Completely baffled with you behavior, you were deeply ashamed, unable to look the guy in the eyes and wanting nothing but fall into the earth.

“Ah, I got it. It’s Steve, isn’t it?” All of a sudden, Peter let out an irritated sigh, rolling his eyes skywards and rubbing his neck. “Of course, who else would say such nonsense. Blackmail, really? Funny he didn’t call me a stalker or anything.”

“Listen, I didn’t mean it, I’m really-”

“It’s ok.” He closed the locker, slamming its door loudly and making you jump. “It’s not your fault. If I heard that from somebody, I’d be scared too.”

He spent a couple of seconds staring into the wall until he rubbed his neck again tiredly and huffed. It took him less than a minute to regain his composure, and you heard him murmuring, “What a freak.”

He didn't return to the corridor, heading to the sports hall for his PE class, instead moving to the bench in the locker room and motioning you to sit. Feeling terribly awkward, you hoped he wasn't going to do anything out of anger, even though he had every right to be upset at your stupid behavior.

"About what he said," Peter took a deep breath, "it's nothing like that. I don't dig up some nasty stuff in the web to blackmail people. I've never done it. The reason why Mr. I-am-better-than-you said that is because I've made him take me into his little bodyguard group when I heard him talking to Loki. You're nice, and I wanted to help. Of course, Steve started acting like I was some creep, so he refused, and I had to remind him that, technically, he had to report your issue to the administration, not play a hero. I said that if I go and tell the whole story to the dean, Steve's gonna be in trouble because he knew who thieves were and didn't report them."

It was a loud off your mind. Goodness. Rogers called this a blackmail? Really? Just because Peter pushed Steve into taking him into their group?

You were less and less sure Rogers was sane. You definitely had to be careful around him.

"I can't believe he called it a blackmail." You admitted quietly, and the guy sent you a tired smile. "Peter, I'm so, so sorry. It was so stupid of me."

"Nah, don't worry. I'd freak out too if I didn't know the whole story."

You knew your apologies weren't enough, but you hoped Peter didn't take it to heart - if you can take such an accusation easily, that is. Shit, shit, shit, why did you believe everything these guys were saying? You didn't even know them in the first place! Why on Earth did you go asking them their opinions on others if all of them were biased, and every guy could twist the truth the way he liked? You shouldn't have let their words affect you that much.

"Whatever. At least now you know what Rogers is like." Peter sent you a grim smile and got up, picking his bright yellow sackpack from the floor. "Shit, I gotta go if I don't wanna be late. Let's meet in a library later, alright?"

"O-of course." You hurriedly stood up and left the lockers room after him, turning to the library: your Lit class was cancelled, so you decided to go study right away. At this time, the library was usually full, and you felt safe there.

Your thoughts were all about the guys again even when you were staring at your laptop, trying to focus on Excel numbers. Why did you feel like the atmosphere between them was so dense? If they were at such terms with each other, why did they group together to help you? What, because all of them loved you so much? It was ridiculous. There was something else to it, and you didn't know. You had a feeling no one was going to tell you the truth until you figured it all out by yourself.

Weird. It was all so weird. Steve's plan, their behavior, the relationships between them, and your nagging feeling they all were hiding something. Was it them who were actually following you?

The thought scared you to the point you started shivering. Oh shit.

"Hi there," the guy appeared behind your back so suddenly you almost jumped, looking at him wide-eyed, "sorry, did I startle you?"

"H-hi Jake! No, it's ok, I was just... studying." Both of you were talking in hushed voices, knowing the librarian would kick you out immediately if she heard some noise. "How are you?"

"I'm great, how're you?" You could hear concern in his voice: he was one of Thor's friends you met yesterday, and although you spoke briefly, Thor definitely told him more about you. "You look a bit worried."

"Oh, it's Math, I didn't really understand the topic, and we're having an exam on Monday... guess I'll be studying the whole weekend." You gave him your best smile to reassure you were totally ok, and the guy relaxed a little, smiling at you, too.

"I'm sure you'll pass. Thor said you're very smart."

What, he said that to all of them? Was he simply boasting about his girlfriend to his friends or was there something more to it?

"You're too kind. Thank you."

His smile grew wider, and he landed on the next seat to yours, resting his hands on the table. Apparently, there was something he wanted to talk to you about, and you grew uneasy.

"Listen, about these incidents... Thor told us all about it, so if you see any freaks following you around, you can message any of us, and we'll come right away." Looking at his serious expression, his bushy brows furrowed, you hoped he eas being sincere with you: you had enough with people you could no longer trust. "And also... that kid, if he's giving you troubles or anything, just let me know, and I'll tell him to keep his hands to himself"

Oh, he was talking about Peter, wasn't he? He had probably seen that silly photo. Wow, you though, Peter was totally right about Instagram: it was the best news source in the academy.

Thanking him for his concern, you laughed a little, convincing him there was nothing serious except for the theft and promising to tell him if anything weird would be going on. While it should have made you feel safer, in fact, you only grew more frustrated with this situation. You wanted to forget about these freaks and just spend you day like any normal student would, but everywhere you went people were staring at you as if you had a horn; one boyfriend or the other was always close to protect you from some unknown danger, and although you believed they tried to help, you hated the feeling they were hiding something from you. Why did you have to be going through all this? Wasn't it really better to drop off school, spend a year working and then apply to a better place?

Thinking of the faces your parents would make once you returned home, you realized it wasn't. This school with all those creeps wasn't worse than home that never felt like a safe place you wanted to come back to. Besides, all money you saved up until now were only good for buying food and things like that: you'd never afford to rent a decent place unless you found a well-paid job. It meant staying with your parents, and it wouldn't be much better than here, just different. If you wanted to drop off, you had to find a good place to stay.

Well, you could at least try, right?

When Peter met you in the library, the two of you no longer talked about anything important, simply studying together to prepare for the exams next week. It didn't feel off: from time to time you met his gaze, and the both of you smiled. You were thankful he didn’t talk about Steve or other guys or that weirdo in the lockers room.

Once you returned home, you went straight to bed, completely exhausted. Luckily, you did much more than yesterday, so you could rest now, but then you thought of Thor kissing you and bit down the pillow, angry at yourself. Why did you keep thinking of him right now?

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When you woke up the next morning, you felt like something was off: your body ached, your throat hurt, and your headache was only making it worse. Dammit, you caught a cold, probably. And that’s when it was finally the day to meet Steve, the guy you thought was a mastermind behind all these manipulations that were making you sick to the core. 

Anyway, it’s not like a mere cold would prevent you from doing everything you had planned. You left your bed and went to the bathroom, moving the dresser before again. 

Honestly, it felt terrible. It was definitely because of that flimsy dress you wore to school yesterday when the weather was becoming chilly. Argh. Watching your puffy eyes and swollen nose, you sneezed. Today you had to apply way more makeup to look decently.

Steve showed up earlier than either Thor or Peter: you had to skip your breakfast, hoping to buy something cheap in the cafeteria.

“Good morning.” He said with his everyday polite expression that soon shifted into a concerned one. “Are you alright?”

What, was it that bad? You did your absolute best to apply enough makeup and do your hair. Did you still look so sick?

“Good morning. Yes, I’m ok, just feeling a little sleepy.” You yawned on purpose, covering your mouth with your hand, and Steve’s face softened.

“Did you study all night?”

“Yep, exams are driving me a little crazy.”

“I understand. I also stayed late last night.”

Of course, the student council president studying all days long to be number one student in the academy. If you didn’t know of his twisted nature, you’d think he was the most typical nerd.

You spent most of the time either in silence or talking about studies, the academy, and everything related to it. Steve acted like a gentleman and a scholar, albeit a little too demonstratively. Walking with you as if he were a king of the place, he constantly replied to greetings of others, waved to his acquaintances and smiled. You felt so off you wanted to find Loki and walk with him: unlike Steve, he was considered unpleasant by the prevailing majority of students.

“Are you sure you’re going to be alright?” America golden boy asked you for the last time, and you forced yourself to smile.

“Of course. Thanks for coming, see you later, Steve.”

As he finally left you in peace, you almost fell down into your chair, your fever only getting worse despite the fact you took some painkillers. It was going to be a long day.

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[sly-merlin]

KILLING ME- 14

pairing : law student!reader + yuta

genre : (fluff)  angst , mafia au/ arranged marriage au.

warnings of this chapter : cursing, mention of drugs, character death.

words : ~4k

summary :

“life’s never fair y/n. realise it as soon as you can . it is the only secret for living a regretless life.”                                  

or            

“ curiousity got the cat hitched”

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y/n! Are you sleeping?”

Registering his words, you replied in a groggy voice,“What the fuck do you want?”

“Your phone. I left mine in the medical room. I need to call Mark right now.” with some authority, he spoke.

Whining loudly, you fell back on the bed. It was only due but flailing your arms and legs like a kid in a toy store, you let out a screech full of annoyance, cursing your fate.

Were you really going to babysit him now?

"Have you suddenly lost your hearing? Stop with this sick attitude and open the door."

A puff of air left your nose, your chest moved rhythmically with your stomach and you relaxed your arms beneath your head, eyes fixed at the fan above and ears ringing with his voice. He kept calling you and after a number of shouts, you started humming to distract yourself, afraid that you'd end up helping him otherwise. That was something, naturally, you were not interested in. Last time he had ignored your voice and now nature had presented you with an opportunity to return the favour. Just with a bit less flavour.

"Are you dead?"

"Hmmm. To you, yes I am." Mumbling, you yawned and pushed yourself up to reach your side table and fishing out your earphones from the bottom drawer, you untangled them and fixed them comfortably in your ear, hiding yourself underneath the sheets.

Sonata no.14 instantly transported you away from the noise and the stress that was your unwanted husband, yuta. The smile playing on your lips widened as you realised that you were his only mode of communication at the moment.

But You were going for a nap. Until then, he could wait. And thrash. And cry. Or die.

Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you rotated the handle of the door to walk outside but your little trip was interrupted when your body collided straight into a wall. No. The obstruction was too soft for a wall.

Opening your eyes properly, you saw yuta standing stiff. Surprised at the sudden appearance, you immediately stumbled back and in hurry, hit your spine on the wooden door. The glare of his eyes, that always spoke more than you could comprehend, coupled with a clenched jaw, was not a very pleasant sight for sure yet you found it harder to dart your own eyes away from him.

"Your phone" he seethed, breathing deeply.

"Huh?" You croaked out.

He raised his brow and in an instant, the previous scenario played like a short movie in your head. Snapping your head down, you regarded his leg with pity. He obviously noticed it immediately but seemed to ignore it and refrained from saying anything. Good for you, you thought.

"Are you deaf?"

Your furrowed brows met his eyes and with a roll of his own, he picked up his finger to force his demand but you managed to walk back inside your room before he could've done that.

Your back faced him as you contemplated your options while slowly stretching your arm to reach for your phone on the other side of the bed.

should you even be giving him your phone?

You had more trust in Taeyong than the man you shared a roof with so there was no way you were doing that.

Unbeknownst to you, yuta was watching your movements intently and the way you bobbed your head, he knew you were scheming something so he decided to be polite for a moment. Only until you were needed. Or your phone was needed.

Once the phone was in your hand, another thought crossed your mind.

"Wait. Where is the house phone?" Crossing your arms, you asked him slyly, already knowing the answer

"You fucking never got it installed. It's still in its stupid package" he seemed rather impatient.

"And you could've called reception through the door telecom. He would have phoned Mark for you. These rich apartments certainly have more hospitality tha-

"I CAN'T GO AROUND DISTRIBUTING AN UNDERGROUND CRIMINAL'S CONTACT NUMBER TO EVERYONE"

He inhaled and exhaled and you just watched until he opened his eyes again, hand reaching out to you.

"Chill. I've every right to be sceptic especially when you are the one asking for it."

Finding Mark's number on your phone, you called him.

Yuta's hand threaded through his rough hair as he noticed what you were trying to do.

"Hey mark!" Your chirpy voice resounded in the room and yuta was sure this was some different spirit speaking. You sounded too bubbly for the way you were investigating him just a second ago.

"Yes yes. His phone exactly.i don't trust him enough to hand over my phone so that's why I'm calling you myself. Just hurry up if you can or you might have to clean up a dead body in the next few hours."

With that you cut the phone. Without meeting yuta's gaze and resting your hand on the handle, you mumbled,

"He'll be here in an hour."

You were about to close the door when he stopped it with the palm of his hand, alerting you with the force.

"Tell him to get some food too."

And limping, he retired back, to the couches.

Sighing, you messaged mark. Had it been for something else, you'd have ignored but your own stomach had signalled you that it needed some good food so you chose not to fight against your own body.

Now, only the taste of the food could decide how many days you were going to tolerate that barbaric human.

"Are you still going to that stupid internship?" Johnny hesitantly murmured from your desk chair while taking big bites from the plate.

"It's not stupid please! I’m just waiting for them to actually pay attention to my awesome capabilities so they can transfer me to the main branch. This is not bad either but”, you stopped to lick your forefinger and tasting the sauce, continued, “but I really wanna go into the criminal unit. That’s where the actual fun is. As long as i’m being paid decently, i’ll suffer with the stupid research work here.”

“With the tongue as sharp as yours, I think you should be getting ready for a demotion instead” he laughed, showing you his fake bunny teeth in the most annoying and childish way.

“Ha ha ha ha. Some well wisher you are! Thank you so much for looking out for me but I'll be fine. Who knows the gatekeeper’s pay package is more than me. So it’d be a win-win in that case too I guess?” when you did a drum roll with your chopsticks to stress upon your point, he laughed harder.

"So being broke is the new black?" Rolling his eyes, he dragged out, "I swear you kids don't know how this world works."

"And you, grandpa of the century, knows?"

"I'm aware of what I need for my survival and from what I've learnt, you can either take risks or look for job security. In your case, " he fake coughed, "where the proportions of risk taking have already exceeded the acceptable limit, a job security is the best and safest option to choose."

"And that would justify my greed and desire to work for the biggest company of this city."

"Kun. The security you need and the independence you seek would be given by kun. Chois are hmm how to say? Cheap? Yeh cheap. They have no work ethics. "

"Have you worked with them, johnny?"

"No. I'm ju-

"Then was your ex a choi?" You saw his eyes comically and cutely widening at your remark.

"No. My ex wasn't a choi and that's not what I'm saying and you know that."

"Oh. So your ex wasn't a choi. Then a lee? Kim? Im? Oh my god! Look at your cheeks seo!" You dragged out. He shook his head as you kept wiggling your brows at him.

"She was a kim but that doesn't mean I would hate all kims dude. That's baseless and stop ignoring the topic. I want you to apply in Kuns. It's the best option. Do it as soon as you-

"Yeah yeah we'll see about that. First take that bitch back. I can't even nap in his presence. "

"Umm. Yeah. You gotta tolerate him. And besides he's injured. Injured yuta is like a gun without a bullet. He's gonna shout for a day or two and then peace out. He'll be sleeping and reading in his room and you won't even know if he's alive or not."

"Now that's bullshit. What is he going to do here anyway? I hope he can hop himself on one leg because even if the sun rises from the north, I am not going to do a single task for him. He can die hungry , for all I care.”

“Do you think you can endure him for some tasty dinners?”

Clicking your tongue, you quipped, “Do you really think you can buy me with a few homemade meals?”

Day 1

Yes. you were sold. The moment the tasty noodles had melted in your mouth, you knew you had no dignity. And you were indeed ashamed of yourself.

Earlier, Renjun had called you to inform you that he had delivered the food and medicines for yuta and had left your dinner box but he had failed to mention the special and endearing note that was pasted on the glass box. In the curvy letters, it read bitchy piglet and you swore the only person you’d be killing before yuta would be jaehyun. But you were going to use jaehyun to build up your tolerance instead.

When you went out to clean your dishes, he was playing some game on his phone, excitement evident from the way he was laughing every other second. Maybe if he remained occupied, he would not be so insufferable.

Day 3

"Oyii! Oyii!"

No. You were wrong. He was very very much insufferable.

At midnight, his voice echoed, disturbing your sleep. You cursed at the cool atmosphere that had prevented you from using the air con which otherwise would have blocked his annoying screeches. But it seemed like bad luck wanted to change its name to y/n instead. With your name being called like a broken record, it was a fight between you and him that you were not going to lose. Shuffling to your side, you covered your ears with the other pillow and tried to drown out the annoyingly demanding and hoarse voice. There was no way you were giving him the satisfaction of having any power over you. He could cry for all he liked!

“What the fuck do you want at this hour?”

Attempting a glare at him through sleepy lids, you spewed with irritation. Unlike you, he was very much awake, breathing with the sole purpose of making you question your whole existence.

“Pillow” scratching his non-existent beard, he mumbled.

Your nostrils flared and jaw clenched at such inconvenient command.

“You summoned me for a pillow? A pillow that can normally be found on a person’s bed? Can you please rectify your demand or did I just simply hear something wrong?”

The opened curtains and the moonlight that drenched the room was the only source that illuminated his face for you and even with drooping eyes, you could see how serious he was and yet you couldn't hold your tongue back because he simply deserved every shit you bestowed him with.

“Turn the lights on and count the pillows on my bed! And when you are done, get me some pillows from your room.” he simply stated.

“Why should i give you my pillow? I need them!”

“Because I don't use a pillow and I need it asap!”

“Then why do you suddenly need one? To disturb my sleep? Oh that makes sense.” and suddenly, your eyes had synced with your body to side with your fight mode.

“I need them for elevating my leg. The bandage is too tight and it’s not comfortable.”

“Then why don't you walk out of the room and get some cushions for yourself!” you raised your volume.

“Because my leg is in pain and i’m unable to get up? What makes you think I'm dying to see your ugly face at this time of the night. I dont wanna have nightmares of you as well but i can't help it ok!”

“you should have kept them near you. And who are you calling ugly hmm? You poop fac-

“Okay scream for all you want! But get me a pillow when your battery dies down!”

“What the fuck d- are you covering your ears? Wow ways to be generous!”

Stomping your foot, you left the room to get the hardest cushion on the couch.

“Here! Next time call Mark if you want anything. Don’t raise your voice ever again to call me because unlike you, i have work in the morning and hence I need some sleep..”

Just when you were about to leave after shoving the cushion in his hand, he spoke up again,

“This is damn hard! I asked for your pillow specifically and not th- AHH!”

A scream left him as you harshly removed the support , leaving his leg to painfully meet the mattress.

“How about you fix your attitude before fixing your leg?” suggesting, you dropped the cushion on the floor and left.

He didn't call you after that. Nor that you cared. However, the sleep in your eyes somehow vanished. Dancing on your sides didn’t help. Neither did drinking a glass of water. So, with a groan, you listened to your conscience and picked up your extra pillow that was sadly too perfect for your enemy.

Padding to his room, you tried your best to scrutinise and hearing his heavy snores, you placed the pillow right under his thigh and the cushion under his calf. Scoffing at his sleeping figure, you internally groaned to remind yourself that you hadn't done it for him. It was just a debt. For the blanket he had once covered you with. Nothing more and nothing less.

Day 5

You just wanted him out of your hair. He was just being a load on your head. At first, only the work was kicking your ass, then jungwoo was kicking you like a punching bag for an hour straight and adding to your distress was yuta.

"I'm not your maid! Stop piling up the dishes for me. I've had enough mercy on you. From today onwards, get a cleaner for yourself or buy disposable cutlery. I'm not going to clean after you!"

With a roll of his eyes, he had ignored you.

And so did you. Pasting a warning note on the sink tap, you had left for the library with a dying hope that maybe the kitchen would be spotless on your arrival or you'd be dialing some numbers in the evening.

For someone who despised the solemn atmosphere of libraries, you had successfully spent 11 hours in the said hellish room. It was 11 p.m and you wanted to sleep, more than anything but here you were, waiting for yugyeom so he'd just pick you up for a good drinking session that you were dying to have.

Fortunately, you weren't the only one who had missed living these past days. Everyone, for different reasons, was suffering so you felt a little less bad for yourself even though you knew your troubles were far more grave than their academic burdens.

"Wake up shorts" someone whispered in your ear. Squirming on your seat, you whipped your head in your sleepy state and found jungkook caressing your head, goofily smiling at you.

"I thought you wanted to hang out till the next morning" air quoting the last words, he picked up your bag.

"Yeah. Let's go. I'm all ready for a night full of vodkas." You yawned out.

"Definitely. No. You are going home. We can have a small get together me and yuggy are done with our final project." He dragged you out into the parking lot.

" I feel like it's been years since we got drunk together. You are never here anymore!" You whined at him, complaining your heart out.

"I will be. Soon. Then we can celebrate your little choi job as well."

"Oh please. Don't even mention it. If I had penny for every time they rolled their eyes at me, I'd be richer than your parents kook." You huffed out and as his gentle laugh surrounded you, you closed your eyes resting your back against the seat, expecting to be up by the time he'd park.

But the next day, you woke up tangled in the sheets of your bed, unaware of the events of the previous night.

When you had warned yuta about the dirty dishes, you hadn't expected him to fill the corners of the kitchen with disposable containers. It looked like you had missed a whole drama while sleeping in the library. The kitchen was shining except for the new utensils. But as long as you were not babysitting him, you were fine with anything. You didn't want to jinx your relief, however, you were glad you would be able to get some work done. finally.

You had spoken too early for your own good. Just when you sat down to write your paper, passionate and enthusiastic howls of that man pierced through your earphones and once again, you opened the window and hopped outside, in the balcony, ready to drown him out. Sipping on your lemonade, you gaped at the scenery the not so distant traffic provided you with and somehow, your thoughts wandered to the only person these horns reminded you of. Johnny.

What are you doing? Your fingers hovered over the text but once again, you deleted the message, declaring it to be too childish for someone as mature as him. Maybe you were just being silly. Maybe you were not. But who was going to put a stamp on your maybe?

Tears pricked your eyes as the harsh words of your senior thundered in the room. He kept shouting and you had no option than to consume each and every word he directed at you. Even if you were being insulted in front of your twenty other co-workers, staying quiet was the best option, you ascertained. so along with your saliva, you gulped your explanations down your throat.

Howsoever unconscious, you were still in the wrong. There was no excuse as to why you had mailed the wrong bills, apart from the headache that was caused by the person possibly lying on the sofa and watching t.v back home. No matter how much you tried to run away from his existence, he had somehow managed to let himself inside your head.

Glaring at the kid who asked for his turn on the park swing, you pushed yourself a little higher, letting the wind greet your stinging eyes as it hit your face in waves. Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you chose to ignore jungwoo for a day as it was the time, you decided, to let all the lessons that the past few months had taught you sink into your mind, to bleed into your soul so you won’t ever be able to deviate from them. Ever.

Only if that was so easy. You knew blaming others for your problems was no solution but trivialising them by not paying heed wasn't a smart move either.

When you reached home, your frustrations had died down. So when yuta simpered and pointed towards your empty container, telling you how he had already finished your supposed dinner, you simply rolled your eyes at him, robbing him of whatever he wanted to achieve by riling you up. Heating up the water, you were about to open the noodles packet when yeong called you.

You stared at the shattered phone screen in disbelief as the endless tears ran down your cheeks. As you verbalised the words to yourself again, your body met the floor with a thud.

Jungkook. Drugs. No more.

Three words had silenced the screeches in your head and your mind busied itself in rejecting what you had heard for it had to be a lie. But what how were you going to ignore the heart wrenching screams that yeong had let out. How were you going to dismiss the truth.

How were you all going to accept it?

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next update: Some day between 5-7 June.