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appleblueberry-pie · 7 months

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Yandere Lesbian Nurse Geto x Female Nurse Reader

Geto has been a nurse in the biggest hospital in Tokyo for 5 years. And for all 5 years, I have been working beside her. Taking a ridiculous amount of patients, working my ass off, but ultimately being able to put food on my table. Geto has been a great co-worker and friend to me. She'd start her shift at the same time as mine just so we can have a lunch break together. She sometimes steps off of her main task to help me with my patients if she can and even gives me an extra bag of her homemade lunch if she finds out I don't have any.

She's so sweet and caring to me. But I don't hear the same from everyone else I work with.

They'd say outrageous things about her. To me specifically, as if I could do anything about it. "Because she fucking kisses at your feet." They'd spit. "Maybe if you soften her up, she'll consider my offer when my shift is over," they'd chuckle. It's mostly the male doctors who come up to me with this information. Which makes it hard for me to take them seriously. And I don't believe them. How could such a nice woman be as they describe her? Foxy, arrogant, sly, and greedy. I don't see that in her. Therefore, their words mean nothing. Her dark-lipstick stained lips slightly curl up in amusement as I turn my back to the doctor, walking back over to her.

She loves the way you think. It makes her job way easier. Get closer to you, and she'll get her much deserved prize.

I see Geto leaning against the wall as I approach. "I hope you didn't hear what he said." She shrugs and meets me halfway. "It doesn't matter. Words don't matter like that. You learn that early in this field of work." I nod and smile. "Yeah, I guess you're right. So, what do you have planned for the rest of today?"

This is how my usual work day goes. Unnecessary rumors, casual conversation with Geto and then go home. But I guess something was in the air today. Because when I finished eating my lunch alone(surprisingly), I walked into the staff room and found Geto screaming at one of the doctors. He and her were separated by one wooden circular desk and they were both standing. She was leaning over the table as if she wanted to lunge over it to kill him.

"You fucking asshole. If you just listened to me, I would've given you all of the sex you wanted! But you fucking talked to her. AGAIN. You've been pissing me off too many times." She scoffs and turns away from him, holding her head as if she had a headache. He walks around the table and approaches her, placing his hands on her shoulder. "Suguru, forget about her. Why do you care about her? She's a nobody. You're everything she's not, can't you see? You make way more than her, you're prettier than her, and you work more harder. We're the same."

He smiles as Geto relaxes against him. My eyebrows furrow at their words. What the hell was going on? Were they shit talking me? Why did she make that absurd deal with him? And I've never heard anyone call Geto by her first name. They didn't see me yet, and I stood there silently, waiting to see where this conversation would go.

Geto nodded before looking back up at him, a smile on her face. He smiles back before his eyes trail to her lips. When he inches closer, Geto pulls a full syringe from a hidden strap on her thigh and stabs it into his neck, injecting whatever it was into his blood. The doctor chokes on his words, face turning red as he falls to the ground. Geto doesn't even glance down at him before turning towards the door, only to see me there. "Y/n...." I stare at her in horror. She runs towards me and I flinch out of my frozen position. I am only one step back before she yanks me in, slamming the door shut. I can still hear the doctor gasping for breath and I shove Geto away from me. "I can't trust you...get the fuck away from me." My heels click against the floor as I speak.

She slowly approaches me again. "You don't mean that..." I nod, stressed. "Yes. I do." A weird look of happiness overcomes her face before she pushes me through an open door. I fall on my ass, yelping in pain. She storms into the room as well, shutting the closet door and turning the light on. She towers over me and I look up at her, regret filling my chest. They were right. And I didn't listen to anyone. How come I couldn't ever see it?

"Oh, you fucking liar," I whisper.

My skirt rides up and I can feel my upper thighs brushing against the cool marble floor. I hate this closet for this exact reason. I look up, only to see Geto staring back down at me with a look of adoration on her face. Which makes no sense considering she just illegally penetrated a licensed doctor with a needle filled with drugs to knock him out.

Confusion crumbles and turns into fear, my breaths slowly increasing as she fondly looks down at me as if I was a little useless deer, far, far away from mom. Her red heels clack against the floor as she walks closer. I scoot back, my skirt riding up higher in the process and she coos. I gasp at the feeling of the point on her stiletto suddenly rubbing between my pussy lips through the fabric of my panties. "Ohhh, there we go. See? It feels so good, doesn't it, baby? C'mere.."

She steps over my legs before kneeling, her knees trapping me in place. She takes my face in her hands and immediately places her soft lips onto mine. My eyes widen and I can feel her desperately initiating the control. My eyebrows furrow when a warm muscle slips from between her lips into my mouth and I whimper. She swallows it and kisses me harder. I can feel her resting her weight onto my lap, her panties underneath her uniform brushing my core above my work skirt.

I separate the kiss, gasping for air and turning my head to the side. She presses messy kisses down my jawline and neck. I begin to feel dizzy as her hands travel down my chest, groping it before groping at everything else they can get at. "Geto..." I breathe out her name. She whines and grinds herself against me. I feel a throb between my legs and push her away from me. She looks confused and a little sad at me pushing her away and I shake my head.

"No...no, this isn't right. Y-you just drugged a doctor a-and we can't do thi-"

"I love you!!!"

My world stops as she stares at me, tears filling her eyes. "I fucking love you....i've loved you ever since I began working here. I cook you my food, I take some of your own work, I turn down everyone for you, for you! I do everything for you. I still work here for you, I...I turned down my promotion just to be near you. T-that fucking sleazebag I drugged?? He secretly wanted you. But I want you more..."

Her eyes are gone as she gathers her words. I am frozen. No sound is heard besides our breaths. Her face turns to stone as she looks back up at me. "I want you more. I deserve you. You ungrateful piece of shit."

She grabs me by the hair, fingers digging into my scalp as she stands back up. I yelp and she tells me to shut up. "I'm gonna make you love me back." She sounds like she's trying to convince herself.

"Pull my panties down." I stare up at her, frozen and confused. "Pull my fucking panties down. Now." My hands wander towards her underwear under her uniform and I feel around her warm skin until I find the thin thong bands and i pull them down, trying so hard to ignore the string of slick connected to them. "Good girl....come eat me out." Her voice is softened as she spreads her legs for me. I look back up into her eyes and she smiles softly, a look too put-together in her eyes. She's fucking nuts. Her fingers tighten once more on my scalp and I cringe, pushing her skirt up until I see her pink pussy in the shitty closet lighting. I lean closer to it, staring her in the eye as I lick a stripe of her juices from between her warm and sensitive lips.

Her eyes roll back into her lids and her head tips back, a shameless moan leaving her lips. A part of me enjoys this moment between me and her despite everything leading up to this moment. I'm on autopilot as I grab her legs, spreading them further apart as I force my tongue to continue eating her out, ravaging my first meal of the day despite it being 10:30 at night. "I know you didn't eat lunch today." She slurs out, a small squeal leaving her lips when I suck on her clit. She then giggles. "So, this is your meal. Do you like it? Does it taste good, baby?"

I hum, staring her right in the eyes. My face is deep between her soft and warm thighs. I remain eye contact as my tongue finds her entrance. The cold tip of my nose presses firmly against her wet and erect clit. That's when she pulls my face away from her cunt. The bottom half of my face is soaked in her juices. She takes a deep breath before softly loosening the grip on my hair. My face relaxes as she lets me go. She gets back down onto my lap, straddling me. "Please. No more." I plead, exhausted. She caresses my face before bringing her hands to my uniform shirt. "It's okay. I'm gonna take care of you."

She tears my shirt open, biting her lip at my beautiful choice of bra. She makes me take my shirt and bra off, immediately pawing at the tender breasts when they're freed. "So pretty." I sit back, resting on one arm, spreading my legs out. She doesn't even finish her initial thought before sucking on one of my nipples. I sigh in regrettable pleasure. She gets off of my lap, sitting next to me as one of her unseen hands trail down beneath my skirt, between my legs to touch at my damp underwear. I flinch lightly and she pulls off of the nipple.

"Be a good girl and moan for me, okay?" I didn't know what she was talking about until she swiftly pulls my panties to the side and firmly slides two fingers into my cunt like it was nothing. I gasp and she hums in acknowledgement. I whine lightly as her fingers thrust in and out of me. They feel a little rough as she also kisses around my chest, creating hickeys in-between kisses. She then starts curling her fingers on that spongey spot inside of me and my back arches at the pleasure blooming in my lower stomach. "Like that?" She asks. "L-" As soon as I speak, it's cut off from her fingers rubbing quicker on that one spot, the pleasure increasing twice as much. A pathetic moan escapes my lips instead. "Hm?? Just like that?" She asks again as I throw my head back, almost hovering over my body from where I lay. I nod, my eyes squeezed shut. A satisfied smile spreads across her lips as I suddenly moan loudly, squirt gushing out of my pussy onto her hand. Obscene squelching sounds echo throughout the room as she continues her assault on my hole.

"Fuck, no more! No more, please..." I beg and she immediately listens, pulling her fingers out of me. I relax, my back hitting the ice cold marble floor. I try to catch my breath, rubbing my face as if trying to find the sense I once had. Geto sucks my juices off of her fingers, ecstasy flowing through her veins at the taste. She tastes every last drop on her hand and even considers licking what I left on the ground. But I'm more important. She turns back to me and leans over my naked torso, kissing my forehead. "I love you, y/n."

"..." I look back into her expecting eyes. What happens if I say it back? Will it even matter? At this point, I completely forgotten the things she had done before we ended up in the closet. "I love you, too." Her eyes sparkle and she laughs as if I just proposed to her. Her hands find my cheeks once more, cradling my face as she kisses me. The kiss is soft, warm, and domestic. She pulls away and her heart squeezes. "I have to take care of some business. Can you wait here for me?"

What else can I do? I nod. She stares at me for a little while longer before standing up. She leaves. It's silent. I'm half-naked, my mind is fuzzy, and bodily fluids are spilled on the floor. It's cold. What have I done to meet such a woman? She's probably gonna kill the doctor, and God knows what she'll do once she comes back to get me. But even after everything, I'm the one that has her wrapped around my finger. I just have to find a way to get out of what I put myself into.

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olderthannetfic · 6 months

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What's the current consensus (among you and your blog followers that is) on the good ole discourse topic of "fixed top-bottom roles dominate in fandom because straight women are imposing a heteronormative binary on slash and femlash"? Because that popped up recently in the fanfiction subreddit, and the replies (mostly blaming straight women and stereotypes, with the occasional smattering of "examine yourself") have been giving me a rage-induced headache.

LOL.

There is nothing new in this argument or my reactions to it.

Strict roles often come from men and from offline queer culture, not just from women and BL/slash.

The women (and "women") who like strict roles are often not straight, and the people whining about The Straights have no basis for telling who's who, which makes them inherently transphobic, biphobic, homophobic pieces of shit.

Role-based relationship dynamics are not necessarily heteronormative.

What this shit is, fundamentally, is reheated queer community wank from like the 80s about how butch/femme is insufficiently progressive and your sex life is political, wah wah wah.

People who fall for it in fandom now are some combination of radfem poisoned and those defensive idiots who think the cis gay men will validate them more than the BL fan sitting next to them.

They might be a trans man asserting that he's more male than you and thus more valid while ignoring that he isn't hanging out in other dude spaces because they disrespect his gender and/or laugh at his delusions about horny content. They might be a nonbinary person asserting their not-femaleness by asserting that everyone else is the most stereotypical cishet woman ever. They might be a woman pulling that "my gay best friend" shit.

Regardless, they're all the same morons we saw in the 90s, futilely hoping that some man will validate them.

No one is going to validate them.

If they could write for beans, they'd be a famous BL author themselves, making everyone like whatever dynamic they prefer. Instead, their only skill is crying about how the talented and productive people waste time on The Wrong Art.

Laugh in their faces. It's what they deserve.

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gwiyeounsonyeon · 30 days

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Growing Pains (MWC Day 7!)

Pairing: RE2 Leon Kennedy x Male Reader Summary: College AU! Your life kind of sucks but at least you have your job. Words: 1,693/200 Warnings: Nothing Happens! Not Edited! Notes: So far this first part is just me world-building and getting the feel of everything. Im hoping to turn this into a series, this is also an apology for the joke of a "fic" I left you with yesterday. Im on some new ADHD meds so I hope it's going to keep getting easier to be motivated. I actually enjoyed writing this.

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You were really starting to doubt walking to work was a good idea, It had stopped sprinkling outside and had turned into a full-on downpour. Earlier at home you’d reasoned with yourself that walking to work was a great idea and that the roads were probably icy from all of the rain you’d gotten yesterday. Yet, here you were; nearly soaked and not even halfway to the coffee shop you worked at.

Your shoes were starting to squelch and your socks were drenched, you just prayed that today would be slow so you could leave early and sleep. But If you did you’d probably feel bad leaving your co-worker, Claire, she was a good kid, pretty and sweet and really good with the customers. If she was working, everyone knew they'd be getting good tips, she was only a few years younger than you, and a freshman in the same college you attended.

She always seemed happy and well-rested when she came in so you assumed she never had a ton of schoolwork. You finally arrive fully soaked to the bone and shivering, the lights inside are already on so you assumed Claire had gotten there first, how she’d gotten a key you really have no idea. The shop was small, located conveniently only a block or two from campus but you'd long since moved out of the dorms and into your own apartment.

You probably wouldn't say your entire freshman year was awful but your dorm mate had been a lively Spaniard going by the name Luis. The man was funny and helpful but he would have been way more funny and helpful if he had been dormmates with someone else. He’d made your entire freshman year seem like one constant headache, his incessant yapping, smoking, and partying had been the candles atop the cake of stress that was your first year of college.

When he asked if you wanted to room together your second year, you’d lied and said you already had an apartment lined up. He caught you in that lie, and when you were rushing to get an apartment (and a job) he had ‘accidentally’ dropped a flier for a one-bathroom studio a few blocks from campus, he’d ‘coincidentally’ been neighbors too. You look back in the direction you came from dreading when Luis wakes up and would eventually wander into the shop.

For some unknown (most likely paranormal) reason, Clair actually liked Luis, not having been subjected to his torture for a year, she said she found him weirdly charming and funny and they got along surprisingly well. Naturally, with their big-mouthed extrovertedness, they told each other absolutely everything, meaning Luis would have some choice words to say about your predicament later.

You huff and walk inside, already feeling a migraine coming on, your shoes track in water as you squelch into the back room. Claire looks up from her locker alarmed at the ungodly noises your shoes were making; it was a mix of wet rubber souls on the glossy linoleum and the sloshing of your shoes holding more water than the ocean. She takes in your appearance, her eyes crinkling at the sides as she tries unsuccessfully to hide a laugh.

She gives you the dignity of hiding behind her locker door to cough out a short poorly disguised chuckle before composing herself and looking back up at you “The hell happened to you?” She squawks still trying to hold in a laugh. You can't really blame her and you dont, if the roles were switched you know you'd laugh at her too. “I walked.” it’s all you have to say for her to break into an unflattering cackle,

She laughs and points as you flop onto a plastic chair to peel off your water-logged shoes, you pour the water out in the filthy mop bucket while making a promise to yourself to get new water in there before your shift is over. You get up to drop your sad wet shoes over the vent and then peel off your drenched socks, dumping them onto the vent next to your shoes with a gross slap.

For some reason Claire seems to find all of this incredibly funny, she’s leaned back dramatically against the lockers clutching her belly as she howls with laughter. You look over at her wholly unamused and sigh before padding over to the lockers, thankfully the workplace is prone to messes so you always keep a spare uniform at work. You pull the folded clothes out of your locker and fetch a pair of crocks from your manager's locker,

Your manager, Jill, was a well-respected (and feared) hard-working woman. She’d been the manager for nearly as long as she’d worked at the shop, her great work ethic and no-nonsense attitude had gotten her noticed by a lot of people in higher positions. When you were hired at the shop she was finishing up her junior year and getting ready to transition into a senior, she was a lot easier to talk to and get along with,

Because of that the two of you clicked quickly and ended up with a lot of hours together. As time went on though, the two of you were getting more and more stressed, and dogpiled with work until you were both working fewer hours with different people. She still tried to keep in contact; always texting to ask you how your morning was or what you were up to, it was sweet and it made you happy when she texted, part of you was enjoying the feeling of having someone dote on you like this.

Your phone alarm chimes, reminding you that you only have a few minutes left until the store has to open, you can hear Claire leaving the break room to tidy up the eating area and wipe down the tables and counters. You quickly slip on a dry pair of socks and Jill’s crocks before making your way to the front of the shop to unlock the store and turn the open sign on, opening wasn't your favorite,

But recently you’d been pulling all-nighters to get your work done so by the time you needed to get into work you were already awake, you worked in a coffee shop so you had everything you needed to keep yourself up for the day. Your routine is as natural as breathing at this point, blending the hours into one, you have no idea that it’s already lunchtime until the lunch regulars start pouring in.

The sweet old Marine Biology professor is first to come in, she’s well over sixty but she acts like she’s still young, ordering a single shot of expresso heavy on milk and sugar, a tuna sandwich, and a cookie. She’s definitely your favorite regular, polite, and tips well, she always leaves with a bright smile on her face like she’s happy to be alive, it's infectious. The other regulars aren't all that notable, a few professors and students needing a pick-me-up to get through the rest of the day.

The only other customer that sticks out is another student, he’s about Claire’s age, and by the way they act around each other, they're definitely friends. Claire always waits to take her break when he comes in, she gets the same sandwich and always pays for his cookie, if you weren't any smarter you'd think they were dating but you notice the way his eyes linger in your direction,

You’ve picked up how he always comes in when you’re working. He’s helplessly obvious but you dont have the heart to confront him, he's always got this cute lost puppy look on his face when you take his order, helplessly stumbling out his words and blushing like a high school girl. You pretend you dont notice and play dumb every time Claire tries to play matchmaker purely because it's cute watching him fumble, and you’ve never claimed you’re not selfish.

Part of you wants to wait until he grows the balls to come up and confess but the other part is just content to watch him suffer like this forever- “I thought you left in different clothes, what happened to your sweater?” You’re pulled out of your thoughts by satan himself, Luis picks at your new shirt and pouts like a dejected child, “None of your business.” You brush his hand off,

Not surprised he knew what you were wearing earlier, you tap the screen of the register having memorized his order; the same boring coffee with the same boring bagel. You can't help yourself, you try to keep quiet but you like teasing Luis back, he deserves it, “Keep eating carbs like this and you’ll get fat.” You’re not trying to be an asshole and he knows it but it doesn't stop Luis from acting like it was a personal attack. He feigns heartbreak as dramatically as he can,

Catching the attention and stares of the other customers, you can tell Luis is about to double down but Claire swoops in and drags him off to her table along with his food. Most of the customers go back to their food but a few eyes linger between you and Luis, you roll your eyes and get back to work, not really, there's nothing much for you to do anymore, the lunch rush slows everything down, you look down at the time on your phone making sure your shift is nearly over before you disappear into the break room to refill the mop bucket and check on your clothes.

Your clothes are sort of moist and have a weird rain smell, your socks have dried weird and your shoes should be ruined, but you dont really have the money to get a new pair. Hearing your other co-worker arrive you tuck Jill’s shoes back into her locker and put your shoes back on, you cringe as the squelch and water seeps out of the foam and into your socks, you shuffle awkwardly back to the front and clock out before hurrying out of the shop, not sparing anyone left in there a goodbye.

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ADDITIONAL NOTES! //skip this if you dont care//

Let me know if you like this new format(?) its a lot more low effort than anything I've tried in the past, just coloring some things and putting little text dividers.

ALSO, Let me know if you want me to continue writing gender-neutral or just not being gender specific, I find writing from this perspective to be super easy but so far it's been pretty difficult incorporating gendered things into this style (not that I've tried)

you can either comment, ask, or dm, its up to you

#x male reader #x reader #college au #resident evil #resident evil 2 #resident evil 4 #leon kennedy #claire redfield #luis serra #jill valentine #leon kennedy x male reader #re 2 leon #re 2 leon x male reader #leon x male reader #leon s kennedy x male reader #leon scott kennedy x male reader #resident evil x male reader

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starlightswordfight · 1 month

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rescue corps headcanons because I'm insane

(there are many)

– mirror pronouns pom

– that's all I got

– man!!

– Bernard started TALKING in this specific MANNER for the BIT years and years back and now he can't STOP he is STUCK someone HELP him

– he ALSO might be doing it to try to put EMPHASIS on the words he believes should have it and sometimes HE DOES not succeed

– he reads as ADHD coded to me but it might be because I also talk like that so take that with a grain of salt

– "HEY GIRL. I MEAN ANY PRONOUNS"

– Bernard had the most normal home life by far. No contest, won by default. I have a GREAT relationship with both of MY parents because they LOVE me

– he is incredibly observant. alarmingly so. will sometimes act out of the loop on purpose, if he thinks things would just be easier that way. accidentally learns everything about everyone, the guy's an information magnet and he doesn't know how to feel about that

– do you guys think Russ has made a spacesuit with the doc ock arms because I think he has and that he actively uses it on missions

– occasionally jumpscares people and giggles about it. he got the tendency to do this from his mother, who can smell fear

– while I doubt Russ would do things "for the bit" he would ABSOLUTELY act on impulse in the name of the scientific method. this has gotten him hurt before. it's fine

– does not make coffee he just eats the fucking grounds. "it's a Giyan thing, you wouldn't understand" this is not true at all he is LYING

– Russ and Yonny get into frequent arguments (light banter) about literally everything and I mean Everything. They could work together they'd be really powerful that way, but they don't

– Russ has so many genuinely funny science puns that he makes and no one ever gets them and it devastates him

– except for Yonny, who is too busy searching for ethics guideline loopholes to acknowledge that he understands the joke

– Yonny has the most HORRIFIC life stories and will drop them CASUALLY. thought they were funny, is only now beginning to realize that it does in fact make people concerned and uncomfortable when he does that

– prefers paper books to digital because he's prone to headaches!! cites "phone bad book good" as the official reason but that's not the reason

– nonbinary and evil. presentation tends to "default" as masc but switches up often! hey girl I mean any pronouns

– knows like a hundred million dead languages for absolutely no reason

– makes art in his spare time because murder is wrong

– Shepherd sleeps with a nightlight, or at the very least can't rest well in complete darkness!! she's just like me fr !!!!

– "she snores" thank you duncan for your contribution. honk shoe

– also I think she might be autistic I can't fully back that one up do not ask me to but look at her. she cares about dogs the way I care about fish

– prone to coming across the wrong way, tone wise. very very good at giving backhanded compliments that were meant to be fully sincere and just got horribly lost in translation. this keeps her up at night. she feels AWFUL

– big fan of karaoke!! not exactly GOOD at it but we love her initiative

– as afraid as she is of the pikmin, their voices and funny little words are very catchy and she does find herself repeating them often. she will not admit this. it is embarrassing

– Collin is also autistic. I could make an entire separate post on this I'm being so goddamn serious, I have so much reasoning, I am fully confident that he is, and that he masks REALLY hard, and it enormously fucked him up

– special interest in machinery (NO ONE saw THIS coming)

– transmasculine. his name is a pun on "call in." heard the phrase and realized he had the opportunity to do the funniest thing ever

– we only hear about his grandfather, and not even from him; no other family is mentioned at all!! went no contact with like everybody else, above points might be why. people with normal childhoods don't stand like that

– adding onto the canon sleep talking with sleep movement! a LOT of it! has probably kicked someone before!!

– "he wakes up upside down" thank you duncan

– i think maybe Dingo might still have glow stick light up bones. will rediscover this one day during an expedition mishap and it will be an Experience

– not a hc but Dingo is the type of guy to get bit in a zombie apocalypse and not tell anyone until the literal last second

– "he would also say "fuck my stupid baka life"" thank you duncan

– would fight by rolling up his sleeves and jumping around cartoonishly. he would more likely talk like he's winning the fight when he is in fact actively losing. "had enough yet? (on the floor)"

– definitely games and he wins the competitive ones by button mashing. "I'll never tell you my strategy" he prays that's the strategy

– his sleep schedule is NOT normal. it's so beyond skewed. he either gets like 2 hours of sleep or he wakes up the following night not knowing what year it is

#pikmin #pikmin 4 #pikmin headcanons #bernard pikmin #russ pikmin #yonny pikmin #shepherd pikmin #collin pikmin #dingo pikmin

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yet-another-heathen · 8 days

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Invasion, Pt. III

1,165 words. Original Work: Luca and Garcia.

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Kyle tries to figure out how to stay alive. Part three of a 'choose your own ending' mini-series, feat. one of Liliholm and Page's most notorious whumpers.

Special thanks to @paperprinxe, whose recent interest in the series inspired me to continue! Your enthusiasm is contagious <3

TW | aftermath of dog attack, whumper deciding whether or not to murder a 19 yr. old, plus sized whumpee, broken bones (graphic), aftermath of hand whump, nausea, severe injuries, preparing to fight back against your whumper even though it might be the (second) stupidest thing you've ever done in your life

The Girls sat politely, watching him as he paced back and forth. Their faces were still slicked with gore, smears of red painted across the floor beneath them.

He scrubbed a hand through his hair. What the hell was he going to do? It was bad enough to think that some kid was gonna die because they'd signed up for someone else's dirty work. But this one was just some boy off the street. Some chubby little punk who had no clue what he'd been getting himself into.

Fucking hell. Talk about one stupid decision that gets you killed.

But Garcia couldn't just let him go. He made his living doing very, very illegal things for a very important man. One whose name and reputation was everything to him. Anything that could even theoretically get traced back to Mr. Garterrit would land Garcia in deep water. Even telling him that he had a body to get rid of would be enough to earn scrutiny, regardless of whether he had already tied up all loose ends. Leaving someone out there who knew where he lived wasn't even on the table.

Even if the kid was smart enough not to go to the cops, he knew his type. Poor. Overconfident. Desperate to prove himself to anyone and everyone who would listen—especially to the kids who had grown up on the street rather than just on the edge of it.

No. He might be smart enough not to go to the Uniforms, but that didn't mean he'd stay quiet for long. Then not only would this safehouse be compromised, but eventually someone would get wind of what had happened. You didn't do what Garcia did for a living without making yourself enemies. And when they found the kid, they wouldn't hesitate to tear straight through him on their way after Garcia. The boy would end up with a far worse sort of death than he could give him.

There wasn't a choice. Not really. Doing away with him now would save them both the headache. He already knew what he had to do.

So why the hell was he hesitating?

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Downstairs, Kyle was mindless with pain. The bite wounds were crashing through him in wave after wave of agony, hands already swelling almost to the point of being unable to move. He sobbed as he finally rolled onto his side, and managed to get his broken arm out from underneath him.

As soon as the pressure was gone, his vision went white. He came to gasping and coughing and drooling against the dirty concrete floor, weeping so hard he could scarcely breathe.

Fuck. He was gonna die here, wasn't he?

This man was a fucking giant. Kyle stood about as good a chance of beating him in a fight as he did of digging his way out of this basement with his teeth. And yet he still found himself clinging to a refusal to die.

Unless it had fallen out in the dog attack, he still had his switchblade in his back pocket. The only problem was that his hands were so ruined that he wasn't sure he could even hold it, let alone make any use of it.

But he had to try. He had nothing else.

Every single increment of movement was pain. He slowly reached one hand behind himself, fumbling along the seam of his jeans trying to find his pocket. His fingers were so raw and torn that he couldn't feel properly, and at least one finger was bent at a sickly angle where it had been broken during his fall.

Kyle let out gasping, stifled whines as he finally found the lip of his pocket. He managed to work the tip of his finger between the tight layers of denim before remembering he was fishing around in the wrong pocket. The realization made him want to faint. It was on the other side, where he normally would have used his broken arm to reach. He was going to have to work his hand all the way around behind his back to get to it from this angle.

He let his good hand slump to the floor, taking a few long moments to let himself sob. He didn't even bother trying to do it quietly. He'd never been in this much pain in all his life.

He listened to the floorboards creak as the man upstairs paced. Whatever he was, whoever he was, Kyle was so far out of his depth that he couldn't think. Would anyone even find his body? Or was his gran'ma just going to think he'd run off and left her like she'd always been so scared he would?

The thought brought on another blinding wave of tears. He sucked in a few breaths between his teeth, then tried again to reach.

He'd always been a big kid, who carried most of his extra weight around his middle. He'd never cursed those extra few inches more than he did now. After a few more moments of straining to reach without moving his shoulders, he realized he had no choice. He took one hesitant glance down at his broken arm.

It was rotated around itself at a sickening angle, elbow and hand both facing the wrong way. He inhaled sharply and instantly turned away, squeezing his eyes shut. Blood rushed in his ears. His mouth tasted sour. And now that he'd seen it, the pounding, dull pain was even more impossible to ignore. It was all he could do not to throw up.

But he had to. He had to.

So he reached around and positioned his wrist under his broken arm. A few sharp inhales as he tried to gather himself, then he screwed his eyes shut and picked it up.

It was only a short trip to his lap, but every degree that the bone rotated was agony. He nearly dropped it halfway, fumbling it with fingers that couldn't properly close. But he managed to get it the rest of the way into his lap, letting it slip off his wrist with one final twinge.

It was only after he'd finished that his own guttural sounds of pain finally faded back into focus. Dark spots swam around the edges of his vision. His breaths came wet through clenched teeth. And more useless fucking tears were streaming down his face, burning where his left eye was already swollen shut.

Fuck. He didn't want to die down here.

There was another creak just outside the basement door. His heart gave a sickening jolt. It was louder. Closer.

He didn't have time to think. He twisted around, and reached. The handle at the top of the steps turned.

There! He could feel the bulge of the knife through the denim. He crammed his fingers into the pocket, heedless of his injuries, and grasped for the hilt. His bloodied fingers slipped off once. Twice.

Footsteps on the stairs. With one last surge of adrenaline, he got his fingers around the knife hilt.

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v3nusxsky · 10 months

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Hi so this is based of a pov i just watched. But could you do Lady Lesso x reader platonic. Where r is hearing voices it could be over thinking or an unknown ability but she cracked and lesso found her about to junp of something like a bridge or tower. And she says ‘i’m hearing voices all the time and their not mine, i’m hearing voices and there haunting my mind’.

It's the voices

*Authors note~ based of some of my own experiences so please keep in mind these aren't everyone's experiences. Not everyone has an understanding Nora *

(The thought feels hard to control. Intrusive thoughts are often repetitive and won't go away. )

And I love this idea smmm yes Harley Quinn pops into my mind here for the title. *

Trigger warnings~ intrusive thoughts, mental health, possible trigger of suicide or attempted suicide swearing? Panic attacks

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

The first time it happened you honestly thought you'd misheard someone's conversation but the thought wouldn't leave, you couldn't make it stop, which in turn made you so anxious you had a panic attack. You felt like your whole lungs were completely collapsed. No air could enter or leave the vital organ which in turn made you panic more. But once you'd somehow managed to calm yourself back down you realised one massive thing. You were alone. But you had hope that it was just a bad day.

It wasn't a bad day though. These thoughts began to come and go more often, you found yourself thinking and saying the most horrid things, sometimes about you, sometimes about others and it always made you feel so terribly guilty. Truly, you didn't want to hurt yourself or anyone else but you can't control them. They were loud and overwhelming and so realistic, all you could do was surrender to them until they passed.

Exhaustion seemed to be a permanent fixture of your life these days and the headaches didn't help what so ever. You noticed how withdrawn you were and how irritable people were finding you to be. One by one you watched people give up on you now. It was like you were too much to deal with and not worth the air you're breathing. Immediately you knew what you needed to do to fix the problem. To fix you. You were numb as you made your way to the top of the tower, you didn't care you were skipping class, or what you were going to do. You didn't feel sad or scared, the voices loudly guiding you through your journey. They were right, you couldn't fight them any longer than you have.

Standing on the edge of the tower the first thing you noticed was the beautiful sunset glowing over the trees in the horizon. It was truly something magical and a fitting send of for you. Yet you didn't want to miss a single thing of the sun setting. As the sun set you said goodbye to all you knew and attempted to calm your mind by imagining what your after life would be like. You didn't want to give too much thought on who would find you, or if you'd even be worth a funeral, you already knew you weren't. Your thoughts agreeing with you and encouraging you to jump. The thoughts were horrid and they promised the only way they'd stop is if you'd just step over the edge. Blindly you stepped out expecting to fall only to be grabbed by the last moment and tugged backwards to safety.

"Let me go" you whined trying to get back to the edge, "let me go! I want them to go away" your temper was flaring as the voices got louder. "Y/n, stop" lesso boomed in her regal dean voice and you immediately halted. "L-ady Le-sso?" You stuttered in your evident shock. "Now little dove, why don't you step back into my arms and we can talk about this?" You could tell she let a kind edge seep into her voice but there was still no room left for arguments so you allowed the red headed dean to pull you into a hug.

One thing you forgot in the whole process is Leonora loves you more than life itself. She views you as her own. She didn't know you would hear voices and you'd pulled away from her, she wanted to give you space but hearing you skipped you lesson and knowing how lost and alone you'd seemed recently she had to follow you. Just to make sure you were okay, thankfully she found you just in time. And for that she'd always be grateful to anyone out there who helped her save her dove.

"I'm hearing voices all the time, I'm hearing voices that aren't mine" you mumbled into the woman's neck, red hot tears burning her skin. "Oh my darling, you could've come to me darling, they aren't real dove I promise you that" she tried to reassure but the voices grew louder in an attempt to block her out. "Stop please fucking stop. I don't want to do this anymore. Shut up, shut up. Shut the fuck up" you ranted through ragged breaths, Leonora knew you well enough to know this was a panic attack now and you weren't really seeing hearing or feeling the real world.

"Shhh dove, can you follow my voice? I know there's lots of loud ones in your head but you know which one is your Nora's?" She murmured a hand gently rubbing circles in your back. "Nora" you whimpered clutching at your chest, "can't breathe, help me." If you could've seen her heart you would've saw it break at that but luckily you couldn't and now she could remain strong on the outside even if her heart ached for you. "Shh dove I'm here, I'm here and you're safe love, come let's go inside yes? Your much to cold my little bird. Let nora mend that broken wing of yours, so then you can go fly again." Leonora always had a way with words, it's one of the many reasons you love her, and it's one of the skills she's thankful for as she managed to coax you into your bed. You hadn't t noticed the sunset had faded into an onyx sky, but you did notice being in your chosen mothers arms and hearing her heart beating quietened the voices.

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rshmra · 10 months

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PRETTY BOY!

plot: niki swears he met the girl of his dreams at the convenience store late one night- however, his discovery proves to be misguided. the "girl" he likes is actually just a really pretty boy, and he's the main vocalist of the new and wildly popular boy group of four, X_CAPE.

small warning: mention of drugs (it's nothing serious dw)

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written: 1.4k words

chapter fifteen: chaeri snorts meth

it's only the first of many joint recording sessions, and much to jungwon's relief, the studio they've convened in has not yet descended into chaos.

after some discussion, the two groups decided to work with what yn and his members had already created. they'd gotten through a lot, surprisingly, with nearly all seven songs on the track and two already recorded. one song that each member would write individually, two full-band b-sides and a title track would be included, but now it was just the matter of figuring out how enhypen would fit into it.

"who's gonna be on which song?" jake queries after ivory lays out all of the information, and almost instantly the latter jumps right into a detailed explanation.

"in the end it's up to us, but we did receive suggestions based on how well each of us will work together- and no, you two, that doesn't automatically mean you're getting paired," he scolds yn and riki sternly, who open their mouths in protest as they've just moved to sit side-by-side on the couch.

"we didn't even say shit-"

"be a buddy not a fucking bully-"

"anyway, you seven will be split among our four so that only one member will have an individual feature," the white-blonde plows on. he glances over at the shorter leader, who takes the lead from here.

"that single feature is likely going to be left to me with kuli, since our vibes and style are really similar. it's still up for debate, though. jay, you're gonna join ivy on this, and sunghoon as well because your compatibility's high, according to management." the trio move to high-five, and ivory grins as he resumes the rundown.

"chaeri's going for a new approach in the song he's writing. it's more vocals-based, so heeseung and jake will be coaching him on that." and what duo could have possibly clicked with the youngest better? they're ridiculously quick to take him under their wing, but that may have also had to do with his shared obsession with ramyeon.

"which leaves sunoo with yn. both of you have a strong voice and have the capacity to hit high notes, but the contrast of your ranges make you a great matchup."

"finally, i've been needing to tell you something," sunoo's mischievous smirk is nothing short of excited, but ni-ki's frown is a stark contrast.

"what about me? what am i supposed to do?"

jungwon rolls his eyes in exasperation. "was it not obvious? you're with them, you can balance their voices with your low notes more than any of us can." the effect is instantaneous; the teen's crestfallen expression morphs to sheer thrill as he relaxes back in his spot next to yn.

sunghoon snorts. "not like he'd work with anyone else in the first place." he grumbles, and kuli muffles a giggle behind the sleeve of his sweater.

"so everyone's happy with their teams, yeah?" a chorus of approval is all the tallest receives, ranging anywhere from "yes" to "fuck yes". "now that's dealt with we can move onto the titl-"

"wait, so we basically just got into groups for no reason?" chae interrupts, finding that all the talking is giving him a headache.

"we need them for after, dumbass. as i was saying-"

"oh fuck's sake, give me that," yn takes matters into his own hands- quite literally, as he snatches the laptop ivory's using for reference from his possession, loading the draft for their main song with a couple clicks. the white-haired boy fixes him with a death glare that he chooses to ignore as he sets the device on his lap, riki casually sliding closer until their knees touch in order to peer further. all of a sudden sunoo leaps from the sofa as if the surface is boiling hot, clearly not in the mood to be a third-wheel at the moment. he side-eyes the boys with a passion, who seem to have departed into their own universe with their temples gently pressed together and poring over the lyrics, muttering suggestions so soft that only the other can hear them.

"since when did they get so close," heeseung mumbles, and jay's about to call him fucking stupid for not knowing before realizing that he doesn't either.

it's been several weeks since the two met, and yet they clicked with one another like pieces of a puzzle in mere days. the other nine can't quite recall when their friendship began, however; the introductions were abrupt but not unwelcome. suddenly the 17-year-olds had taken to spending time together at least once weekly (if not more frequently), and still not a single person is aware of the details of their initial run-in.

except for sunoo, of course. but he isn't aware that everyone else is not as well informed as he.

with crossed arms he raises an eyebrow. "you guys seriously don't remember?" he assumes it's a unanimous "no" as they turn to him, interest piqued. "like, two or three months ago? when riki was out late at the convenience store and he..." but then it occurs to him that maybe he should've kept that to himself, because up until now he was the only one that knew niki thought yn was a girl when they first met. well, the truth was bound to be released eventually, sunoo's always been a sucker for gossip.

he's cut himself off too late. the realization has dawned on chaeri, and before sunoo can stop him he lets out a small exclamation of understanding. "oh yeah! yn met him at, like, midnight in a fuckin' CU-" after silently comprehending the look sunoo's giving him kuli slaps his palm over chae's mouth, but the damage has been done. a second of processing is all it takes for the others to compute and gasp in unison.

"do they think we don't know they're talking about us?" yn murmurs under his breath, glancing at the circle of their members aggressively whispering from the corner of his eye.

"they aren't very slick, are they," riki replies quietly. "you made a typo here."

"you literally wrote that."

"i literally didn't-"

"SO THAT'S WHY RIKI DELETED THAT POST ABOUT THAT HOT GIRL HE SAW WHEN HE FOLLOWED YN- IT WAS ACTUALLY YN?!" sunghoon has the decency to whisper, but the intensity of it is so powerful that it's more like a hushed scream. needless to say, he's flabbergasted, but it's not just him.

"SHH, SHH SH!!" noticing the others' stunned faces, sunoo is quick to shush them. "listen, you can't say anything about this to them! if riki hears he'll know i spilled and i'm fucked! if yn hears then i'll be equally as fucked!" he groans.

"okay, sunoo," jungwon has to stifle an amused smile at his distress. "we won't say anything. right?" pointedly, he stares at the rest, who nod rather unconvincingly.

sunoo feels ready to cry. i'm so fucked.

"hold on." chaeri blinks densely. "you six knew all of this shit that we didn't and still didn't do the math?"

kuli tunes back into the conversation at the wrong moment and mishears the statement, sending chae a dirty look. "meth?"

"the fuck? i said math-"

"chaeri snorts meth?" riki yells abruptly, yn snickering beside him.

"you couldn't tell?"

"you're ADOPTED!" jake practically guffaws at chaeri's retort, and yn doesn't even spare them a glance as he lifts both middle fingers. however, niki's patience has worn thin.

"are any of you guys gonna, i don't know, help at all?" he sneers sarcastically.

"sorry, we didn't want to interrupt your cuddle time," jay hollers and is met not just by twin leers, but also a sharp glare and hard smack on the back of the head by sunoo "ow! what the f-"

riki and yn dissolve into peels of laughter, holding onto each other for support. "deserved!"

"shut it, both of you."

"mkay, so jay gets ZERO lines in this song-"

"oh, fuck you!"

sunoo breathes a sigh of relief as he and the crowd surround yn and riki. he's spared for now, but if a slip of the tongue ends with riki discovering that he spilled his lovely little secret, someone is going to get SLAPPED.

notes: excuse the meth joke, had that exact convo earlier n used it as inspo. mb. rushed ending again, also dont expect me to shut up bout skz anytime soon im on my bs for AT LEAST 2 months,,, likely we r right around the middle of this smau but nothings set in stone yet !!

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mrs-kodzuken · 4 months

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Two lovers and a stuffie ♡

Pairing: Haijme Iwaizumi x fem!reader x Tōru Oikawa

WC: 2.4k

Genre: fluff with hints of sadness

CW: fem!reader, age regressor!reader, caregiver!haijme, caregiver!tōru, poly relationship, age regression coping mechanism, mentions of period blood/pads, when reader is regressed they use the caregiver name of “daddy” referring to iwa & kawa, strictly and completely unsexual!! stuffed animal and pacifier used for comfort by reader, switches from 1st pov to 3rd omniscient then back to 1st for plot

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"Are you ready? You can sit with me if you'd like."

Kiyoko had offered me to sit beside her on the bus. We had been invited to a week-long training camp by the Shinzen. Even Aoba Johsai would be there too.

"Sure, thanks Kiyoko." I smiled, climbing to one of the front seats with her.

I snagged the window seat, wanting to watch the stars. Knowing I wouldn't be able to sleep on the way here, I stayed up. The fear of someone crashing the bus keeping me up.

Getting into my bag, I squeezed my stuffy's arm to calm myself. Usually, I'd have time to regress, but since we're going to be somewhere else, it would be almost impossible.

Even if both of my caregivers were going to be there. I still didn't want to risk it and get made fun of.

It was exceptionally hard to have both of my significant others in a different school too. I knew they'd be working hard and practicing, and it was about thirty minutes from my house to theirs.

The entire night, I watched Coach Ukai and our adviser, Takeda, switch between driving.

Somehow, during the night, my stomach started to churn, giving me a sick feeling. I didn't bother telling anyone because it would only cause trouble.

I never get sick during car rides, so I thought that must be it. I was just car sick.

Thinking by the time morning came about, it'd be gone. Just to my luck, it got worse.

It was like pins and needles had been continuously poking and prodding my abdomen.

I had to constantly keep my face a poker face and refrain from holding my stomach. I didn't want to cause any suspicion or worry.

"(Y/n)? Are you okay? You seem quieter than usual." I heard Kiyoko ask beside me while I was walking, going to put our stuff down in the managerial room.

All the managers from each team had an entire room to ourselves since all of us were girls.

"Y-Yes. I'm fine." I gave her a painful smile, trying to tell her I was alright.

I heard a bus across the lot pull to a stop, and it turned out to be Seijoh.

"Move your ass, Shittykawa." I heard my lover's voice, which soothed me. I practically relaxed while standing because of it.

"So mean, Iwa-chan."

Turning towards the voices, I watched them both, lovingly. But I refused to go over there, despite how much I wanted to; if I did, I'd melt into their arms.

Taking a deep breath in, hoping it would soothe my stomach. No such luck.

I quickly moved along with Kiyoko and Yachi, not wanting to be left behind when they started walking.

As the day drawn on, the pains in my stomach were getting so harsh. I even developed a headache that was pounding in my skull.

It was like the world was out to get me or something.

To make matters worse, I could hardly do my job as a manager due to switching between my headspaces. It felt like my mind was breaking in half.

I had managed to stay away from the two boys, but I was noticed by almost everyone else.

My head was loopy, making my footing weird as I walked to dinner.

"Are you sure you're okay? You haven't eaten anything today, and you're not eating dinner." I heard Sugawara say to me from across the table.

It was true; I had been pushing my food around, playing with it. I couldn't even eat because of the pain.

"I'm fine; I just am tired. I'm going to go take a shower, then go to bed." I reassured them, pushing my chair back, with a forced small smile.

I didn't care if my team's eyes were watching my every move, but I locked eyes with Oikawa and Iwaizumi on my way out.

As I turned the corner, tears brimmed my eyes just a bit. I wanted nothing more than to run into their arms and have them take care of everything. To take care of me.

I grabbed my futon in the manager's room and got it ready, but decided to lay down for a few minutes. An uneasy feeling settling in my stomach.

But when my head finally laid down, I was out like a light.

My eyes shot open, and I could feel bile rising in my throat. Immediately covering my mouth, I got up and rushed to find a bathroom.

There wasn't one in the room, but I did find one down the hall. I quickly slumped to my knees and let it all out within the, thankfully, clean porcelain toilet.

Tears welled in my eyes, wanting nothing more than the comfort of my daddies. I sobbed into the toilet, my body feeling hot and the salty tears trailing down my cheeks. My sorrow filled sobs echoed in the empty bathroom.

My stomach wasn't any better; it seemed to have gotten even worse. It was to the point where I couldn't even move if I wanted to.

I lay there sobbing, heavily deep in little space, sick. Another round of bile came about, which I released once again.

My left arm was hugging my stomach as my right one gave me support to lean on. I could feel my nose becoming stuffy, which only made me cry harder.

"D-Daddy." I hiccupped and whined, wanting them to take care of everything.

Whimpers escaped my mouth as I heard the door open. I was wishing for my daddies but was met with Kiyoko.

My eyes widened, "Please don't laugh at me! I just want my daddies!" I sobbed louder, afraid my secret would be out, snot running from my nose.

Kiyoko crouched down to my sickened state and started to soothingly rub my shoulders.

"I won't laugh, I promise. Can you tell me who your daddies are?"

"Tōru and H-Haijme." I squeezed my eyes shut as another wave of pain came from my stomach.

"Will you be alright while I go get them?" Kiyoko asked, still rubbing my shoulders.

I slowly nodded, taking a sharp intake of air.

Kiyoko had fast-walked to Aoba Johsai's room. She didn't want to leave (Y/n) in there by herself, especially in this condition.

She quietly opened the door, not trying to wake anyone. Kiyoko had walked inside, but to her dismay, she found two futons empty.

Huffing a bit, she turned around, exiting their room.

When she left, she accidentally bumped into the two people she had needed to find.

"Karasuno's manager? What are you doing up?" Oikawa had asked, eyeing her suspiciously.

"I think I have your little girl in the bathroom. She's asking for you two and seems quite sick."

The entire reason Iwaizumi and Oikawa were up anyway was to find the manager's room. They wanted to check up on their little girl, who had been avoiding them all day.

When those words left Kiyoko's mouth, they rushed to follow her into a bathroom.

I looked up from my slouching spot on the tiled bathroom floor after hearing the door slam open.

My half-lidded eyes recognized the two beings. "Daddy!" I cried, wanting to be in their embrace and take care of me.

A frantic look came upon both of their faces as they crouched down to where I was.

"Sweetie, what happened?"

"Baby, are you bleeding?"

They both asked simultaneously, and I looked down at the shorts I had been wearing during the day.

The gray shorts were leaking red liquid, causing a mess on me and the floor.

My eyes widened as I looked up, my eyes tearful. I began to apologize, sobbing louder unable to control my emotions in this state.

Haijme engulfed me in his strong arms, cuddling me softly. I leaned on his chest, relaxing.

I heard Tōru ask Kiyoko for any lady products I could use. While he was away, Iwaizumi picked me up in bridal style and he got a bubble bath ready.

He cleaned me up an brushed my teeth, too. All the while, I became sleepier as he whispered sweet nothingness into my ear.

Oikawa came back with a large shirt, his boxers, and some pads.

"Here, baby," Haijme gave me a glass of water and a couple of pills.

I easily swallowed them, trying to keep my eyes open and refrain from yawning.

Tōru picked me up while Iwaizumi had gone somewhere else.

I cuddled against Oikawa's chest while he carried me to his team's room.

Setting me down softly on a futon—well, two futons pushed together. He covered me up with the blankets.

Hajime came back with my (f/c) pacifier and stuffie.

He gently set the paci in my mouth while I brought (stuffies/name) closer to me.

Both of them wrapped their arms around me. They cradled me all night, knowing that there was a possibility of us getting into trouble in the morning.

Oikawa had started running his hands through my hair, while Iwaizumi gently massaged my stomach. That was all I needed to go to sleep peacefully this time.

When morning finally rolled around, most of the team was up. Well except for Iwaizumi, Oikawa, and (Y/n), who were still sleeping.

That morning, the guys had taken many pictures of the three of them. They laughed in adoration silently, not daring to wake them up.

But as always, there wouldn't be a day that went by when they wouldn't dare let their captain and vice captain get into trouble.

So they made up excuses till Oikawa and Iwaizumi awoke. The both of them staring at your beautiful sleeping form.

They kissed your forehead and cheek then wrote a small note on each side of you.

Once they were ready, they announced that you were sick and needed to be kept in bed all day.

Then everyone got confused as to why they, out of all people, would announce that.

"What did you do to our precious manager?" said by none other than Noya and Tanaka.

"She's our girlfriend," Iwaizumi answered, unbothered.

It seems as if Tanaka and Noya had frozen their raging attack.

"Whose?"

"Both of ours." Oikawa answered with a pointed look.

It seemed as if they both decided to reflect on their life choices after hearing that answer.

Waking up peacefully this time made me feel so much better. Cuddling my stuffie, I stretched my legs out. Realizing that me being on my period wasn't a dream, I shot out of the futon.

I was scared that I had leaked while I slept.

Luckily, I didn't, but I did need to change pads. After doing my business and washing my hands thoroughly, I laid back down.

I wasn't going to get up if I didn't need to. Looking to the left, I saw a small piece of paper lying there.

How the hell did I not see that when I checked the futon?

Picking it up, it was a sweet good morning note. It was from Haijme and also stated that Oikawa's was on the other side of me.

After I had read them, I put them in a spot where I wouldn't crush them.

I had been trying to fall back to sleep countless times, but when my cramps decided to come back, that's when I got up.

I went searching through Tōru's bag for some sweatpants because I'm not walking out of this room in just his boxers.

After sliding those bad boys on my lower half, I grabbed the notes, shoving them in my pocket and put the futons away.

I had no idea what time it was since my phone was back in the manager's room. So I decided to see what we'd be eating next to tell the time.

Walking into the kitchen, I was met with the smell of soup and, to be honest, it did smell quite good.

"Miss (L/n), you're up. The staff heard you were sick, so we whipped you up a soup. Feel better soon!" The lady handed me a fresh bowl of soup, and I thanked her while moving towards the dinner table to eat.

By the time I was done, I could hear some people coming in for lunch. I guess I had mine a bit early.

Anyways, I started shuffling back to the Aoba Johsai room; I had forgotten my stuffie and paci.

Picking them up I hid the pacifier in the sweat pants pocket so no one would see it.

When I shut the door, I turned around to head towards the room I should have slept in. My hair is probably a mess right now, and I should fix it.

I was stopped in my walk when I heard someone call out my name.

Turning around, I was ruthlessly jumped on by Tōru, I could tell by his intoxicating scent I loved. He tackled me to the floor, and we obviously fell.

"Ow, Tōru! Get off!" I shouted, trying to move his body.

"But you love me!" He leaned into my body more—that is, until we heard stomping coming from the hall.

I looked up to see Iwaizumi and smirked, because Oikawa was about to get his ass kicked.

"Oi! Get your heavy ass off of her, Trashykawa!" He ripped Tōru's body from mine, relieving me and slapping him.

"Thank you." I was gently pulled up from the floor, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"That's not fair! I want one!" Tōru pouted at me, his arms crossed.

I rolled my eyes at his playful behavior but still moved to give him a kiss on the cheek.

At the last second, the sly fucker moved his head so I'd kiss his lips. Which I should have expected from Oikawa.

"Amazing, why didn't I think of that?" Hajime sarcastically said, taking my waist and kissing me.

Just as Tōru was about to make another move, I quickly stopped him.

"No, I'm going to my room and I feel much better now. Thank you." I said that and turned to finally going down the hall.

I heard them talking about how I don't have to say thank you since they are the caregivers. I couldn't help myself, though.

When I got better, everything seemed to return to normal. I even apologized to Kiyoko because I had disrupted her sleep.

She said it was fine because she had always been a light sleeper. I just couldn't thank her and my boys enough.

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a/n: this is from my book “Haikyuu x Reader One Shots” on Wattpad! I hope you enjoyed and let me know if you have any requests!

the header is made by me, please like/reblog if used <3

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illarian-rambling · 14 hours

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My favorite game! Thanks for the tag @drchenquill!

OC Interaction Tag

Dr. Chen's OC: Sophie is a sixteen-year-old girl with a lot of positive energy. She lives with her aunt, who is the only living relative she knows. She has a pretty positive outlook on life, even though her life isn't as rosy as it seems. She is plagued by painful headaches that lead to visions she can't understand. She's rather naive and trusting (which is not a good trait, at least not for her). She has the energy and attention span of a squirrel. She's a lovable mess, with supernatural precognition she's unaware she has.

My OC: Izjik Meautammera is a 26 year old halawemavar selkie (think catfish-themed instead of seal) with big muscles and a bigger heart. She's the vessel of an entity known as End, a starry-eyed godkiller, who prompts her to go out and do the whole godkilling thing, which she'd much rather not. Her talents include fighting, hunting, and a high level of emotional intelligence. Izjik might know fuck all about academic nonsense, but she can smell fear and can spot a lie from a mile away. She uses this skill to comfort her friends and act as the heart of her found family. Izjik likes to think that everyone has good in them, and if she can help to bring that out, she will. There's a deep kindness in her, rivaled only be a serious vicious streak. It doesn't matter what; Izjik will do anything it takes to survive. She fights even in the most dire circumstances. Giving up isn't something she knows how to do. This can be good, or, in the case of stubbornly refusing to learn anything about End in case the truth made it impossible to go on, very bad.

How they'd interact: Izjik would take one look at Sophie and be floored by parental instincts. A caretaker by nature, she'd do her best to help the girl out in whatever way Sophie needs, whether that means investigating her visions or just getting ice for her headaches. I think Sophie, with her trusting nature, would probably warm to Izjik rapidly. They both have teeny, tiny attention spans, so they'd probably enjoy similar activities. I'd like to think Izjik is insightful enough to pick up on Sophie's precognition, but whether she says anything depends on if she thinks the girl can handle the knowledge.

Lmk what you think! I'll tag @mk-writes-stuff @elsie-writes @halfbakedspuds @phoenixradiant @ray-writes-n-shit and anyone else who wants to play!

#writing #writerscommunity #writblr #my ocs #oc interaction

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bumblesimagines · 6 months

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do you want to hear what really happened?

you already missed your chance.

i've loved you since the day we met.

Mencia Blanco

do you want to hear what really happened?

you already missed your chance.

i've loved you since the day we met.

pronouns: they/them, gender neutral

You had hoped that after a couple minutes of being ignored, whoever had continuously rang your doorbell would've gotten the hint. You kept your face buried into the silky pillow, praying and hoping whichever asshole standing at your door left soon. But when another three minutes passed and the doorbell continued ringing throughout the house, you groaned and rolled out of bed, taking a glance at the clock on your nightstand that read 3:00 AM in bright neon green.

"Are you serious?" You hissed quietly into the dark room, snatching your phone off the nightstand and turning it on. No new messages from any of your friends bold enough to try awakening you at such an ungodly hour. Unless one of their phones had died, you couldn't fathom who else would show up at your door with a persistent attitude.

On second thought, you knew exactly who. And it just so happened her number had been blocked for nearly two months. You automatically took in a deep breath at just the mere thought of your trainwreck of an ex. Pretty little Mencia Blanco, daughter of the insufferable principal and sister to the equally insufferable twins. The start of a headache began licking at your temple and you groaned, pushing yourself forward and flickering the light on.

Making your way through the hall and down the stairs, you found yourself relieved your parents had gone away on a trip. Otherwise, it'd be hell to explain why a strange girl they barely knew was at their doorstep like a stray begging to be let in. You could only imagine what your mother would say as you neared the front door and unlocked it, tossing it open and confirming your assumptions.

Mencia stood before you with a duffle bag secured in her hand. Her dark makeup smudged around her eyes and her lips had been twisted into an exhausted pout. Tear streaks stained her cheeks and you could already hear the explanation she'd give you. Another fight with Benjamin or another spat with her siblings, likely both. Always the same repetitive tale that she never seemed to escape despite her numerous attempts. She stared at you, big brown eyes filled with longing and sadness, and took a small step forward.

"Can we talk?"

"About?" It was too damn early for this.

"Us." She answered simply and softly, her brows lowering and light red-tinted lips rubbing together. You stared at her and debated turning her away or calling one of her siblings. But Mencia would only resume her assault on the doorbell and you doubted either one of the twins would even pick up your call. You exhaled through your nose and tilted your body to allow her inside. She smiled and headed in, resting her duffle bag beside the couch and taking a peek at the living room she'd only briefly seen once.

"You couldn't have chosen a better time to run away?" You asked, closing the door and turning the clock. Mencia laughed lightly and rubbed at her cheek, trying to clean away the subtle black lines from the wet mascara. She hadn't changed in the slightest since the breakup. She still remained the chaotic hot mess who silently wished to be taken seriously. Then again, none of the Blanco family were put together. Benjamin appeared more like a boss than a father, even when he put on his best fatherly act. The poised Ari seemed one shot away from a mental breakdown and often acted like a mother rather than a sister. And the attention-seeking Patrick only knew how to self-destruct and bring everyone down with him. They'd been entertaining to watch from a distance until you got sucked into their drama.

"I would've gone to a hotel but..." She trailed off and toyed with one of her rings, strands of chestnut brown hair sweeping over her face as she peered down at her boots. "Benjamin locked me out of my cards."

"Rebeka lives up the street. Go stay with her, or did you fuck that up too?" The bitter words slipped out faster than you could process them. Mencia winced and sighed, her arms and shoulders slumping. She made no move to deny it and you took in another deep breath, trying to keep the tired annoyance from slipping out again.

"I do want to talk about us... about what happened. I... I hurt you, I know that. But, I've loved you since the day we met. I fell in love when you stood up to Benjamin, I fell for you more when I saw how you treated your friends like they were family. I loved you when you agreed to a date and I still love you. I fucked up. I... I let what Patrick said about me that night get to me and- and I believed him when he said you'd leave me-"

"I doubt Patrick told you to cheat on me with Rebeka." You sighed. "You already missed your chance, Mencia. You had two months to grow some balls and talk to me at school but you chose to act as if I didn't exist. Rebeka herself apologized for what happened and yet, the actual chick that fucked up couldn't."

"I was planning on it at the drive-in last week but you disappeared! I went to your car but you weren't there and Cayetana had no idea where you'd gone." Mencia's voice grew louder and she grunted softly, lifting her hands to her face and massaging her temples. You stared at her, unable to shove away the memory of what had occurred at the drive-in. It almost amused you, in fact.

"Do you want to hear what really happened at the drive-in?" You couldn't help but ask, and she dropped her arms to her sides. She nodded limply, completely and uttering unaware of the words about to tumble right out of your mouth. "I got into an argument with Samuel and Isadora made an offer 'cause she was pissed at Phillipe. We hooked up in her limo and then again at her place. That's why you couldn't find me and that's why I'm not giving you a second chance, Mencia. Even if she's a bitch and believes Phillipe's innocent... I think I'm starting to like her."

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bees-whump-blog · 1 month

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@chrumblr-whumblr day 2! The prompt is "kneeling".

Fandom: Chrumblr RP

Arrio froze as something hard and cold was pressed against the back of his head. There was a click that confirmed his worst suspicion, and everyone around him halted as well.

“Nobody move, and he gets to live,” said a menacing voice behind him. An arm wrapped around Arrio's throat, ensuring he couldn't make an attempt at a quick escape.

His heart felt like it was about to beat out of his chest, and he wondered vaguely if it was giving Matt a headache. He could hear it pounding in his ears. Maybe everyone else could hear it too.

“Hey, this isn't necessary, okay?” Dick said, hands raised non threateningly. “Just let the kid go and we can figure this out.”

“I don't think so,” the man growled, and his arm tightened around Arrio's neck so that it was getting difficult to breathe. “You’re a bunch of killers. This kid is the only way I'm getting out of here alive.”

“We're not all killers!” Peter protested, and Matt put a calming hand on his shoulder before speaking to the guard.

“He's right, not all of us kill. And with our friend's life on the line, I'm sure we can come to an agreement even with those more… violently inclined.” He looked meaningfully at Strike, who shrugged.

Wait, where was Trixi? What Matt said had made him instinctively look for her, and it was then that Arrio realized he couldn't see her anywhere. Did something happen? Was she hurt?

But no, if that was the case then Nia would be with her, instead of where she currently stood, off to the right with a panicked expression on her face.

Arrio's heart sank. She shouldn't have to watch him die. None of them should. They'd been through enough.

“Please,” he whispered, unsure of what he planned to say next.

“Shut up,” the man ordered, and for once, Arrio listened.

“Hey, ugly!” Nia yelled, and Arrio wanted to shout at her to shut up and not make herself a target. But his mouth had gone completely dry, and he didn't know if he would even be able to form the words if it hadn't.

It took his brain a second to catch up and try to work this out. Nia was trying to get the guard's attention, that much was obvious. But why? Maybe-

The guard turned slightly but suddenly, dragging Arrio stumbling with him, desperately trying to keep his footing in his awkward position.

“Insults won't help him, little girl,” he sneered, and Nia smiled innocently.

“You sure?”

Before the guard could respond, there was a deafening shot, and Arrio's mind froze.

His knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground. He couldn't breathe. His heart was about to explode, he was sure of it. Thoughts failed to reach their destination of any place in his brain he could even begin to process them.

There was yelling, and then hands on his shoulders, but it was as if he was separated from the rest of the word by a wall of plexiglass, and nothing could make its way through.

“Arrio,” came a gentle shaking voice, kind hands resting on his face and shoulder. “Arrio, you're alright. Please, can you hear me?”

Suddenly, the boundary snapped, and it all hit him at once. The noise, the adrenaline, the fact that he couldn't breathe. He gave a massive shudder as the world flooded his little imagined room, slamming into him like a tidal wave and drowning him.

He wrapped his arms around himself and gasped, over and over, not enough air filling his lungs.

“Arrio! Arrio, slow down, okay? Breathe, you can do it.”

It was Christine's voice, he could recognize now. But it wasn't helping. His lungs demanded more air, and he couldn't satisfy their need. He tried to breathe deeply at first, then shallower and shallower, faster and faster, until he felt lightheaded. He was going to pass out at this rate, but he couldn't stop.

“Arrio, please. Breathe with me, okay? In and out.”

Arrio tried, he really did. He breathed out slowly in time with her. But every time he took a new breath, no matter how hard he tried, his body refused to cooperate, gasping like the world was running out of air.

Eventually, he stopped and held his breath, hoping that maybe it would give him a chance to slow down. He counted to ten before letting it out and attempting another breath. This one came easier, just barely.

“There you go,” Christine said soothingly after a few moments of this, pulling him into a hug. Arrio didn't respond, still focusing on his breathing, but allowed himself to be wrapped in her arms, burying his face in her shoulder. “It's alright. There you are. You're okay.”

Hot tears welled in his eyes and immediately spilled over, wetting his face and dripping off his chin and running down his neck, and he didn't bother trying to stop them. He didn't have the energy. He just knelt there, trembling in Christine's arms, until his breathing didn't speed up every time he lost concentration, and he was able to stay in the present without spacing out.

Slowly he sat up, eyes widening when he saw Christine's face. There were tiny red smears speckled along her jaw and lower cheek.

He raised a hand to wipe away what had registered in his brain to be blood, and found that both his hands were shaking violently. He stared at them for a moment, mind still running slow as Christine took his hands in hers and squeezed them gently.

“There's… blood,” he eventually said, looking back up at her.

Christine's smile was more pained than reassuring this time.

“It's not mine.”

“But… you weren't even close.”

“No, but you were,” Peter said, and Arrio didn't jump at the new voice like he might have. He should have been startled, but his body didn't seem to have the energy to realize that.

“I… what?” He wiped his cheek with the back of his trembling hand, staring once more when it came away with faint streaks of red. “…Oh,” was all he could think to say.

His stomach flipped threateningly, and he squeezed his eyes shut, bending over and praying he wouldn't throw up.

After a moment the sensation passed, and he looked up to find more concerned faces than he'd realized looking down at him.

“Sorry,” he whispered hoarsely to Christine. “About the blood.”

“That's alright,” she said, but her smile still looked a bit fixed.

Arrio tried to stand, but his legs wouldn't hold his weight, knees shaking so hard he felt like a cartoon.

“Woah, better not try and stand, mate,” Maddox said, approaching carefully on the right. “Just sit for a minute.”

“No, I- I'm okay,” Arrio said, trying again.

“Okay, okay, just go slow, kid,” Dick said, taking his left arm and helping him up, Arrio clinging to him like he might disappear. Christine stood as well, holding onto Raoul's hand once she was upright.

Once they were standing, Arrio let go and brushed off Dick's hands, and would have collapsed again had Strike not been at his other side in a second.

“Bad idea vod,” she said, supporting him with a faint smile.

“No, I'm fine. We should keep moving.”

“Uh, dude, you can't even stand on your own,” Peter pointed out. “And I don't think any of us feels like carrying you. So sit down and rest, and then we can figure out our next move.”

Arrio wanted to argue, but by the looks on the group's faces, he knew there was nothing he could say that would change their minds.

“…Fine,” he agreed reluctantly, and Strike and Peter helped lower him back down to his knees.

“What… what happened?” he asked once they were settled.

“I happened,” Trixi said, speaking for the first time, and Arrio nodded slowly. He hadn't even registered the fact that she was now back with the group.

“Nia was the distraction?”

“Well, we couldn't exactly have him seeing me when I moved to the side to get a clear shot.”

Arrio nodded again, his mind still slow.

“Thanks. Both of you.” There was a slight tremor in his voice, and Strike wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “All of you,” he added. “Thanks.”

“That's what we're here for,” Dick smiled.

“Yeah, this team thing isn't just for show,” Peter chimed in. “We’ve got your back.”

“Seriously,” Trixi said. “I told you I'd kill for you, didn't I?”

“…You did.”

“Well there you go. I don't lie about these things. I don't say nice things I don't mean.”

Arrio had to chuckle at that.

“Not sure that fits the definition of the word ‘nice’, but… fair enough.”

He leaned slightly into Strike, and she squeezed his shoulder a little tighter. Ever since that first day, he'd had a hard time believing he could count on the people here, even if they could count on him. But here they were, looking out for him when it would be so much easier not to.

His parents had taught him that real love was hard work. So was family. And he had to admit, at the scene before him, it was starting to look like maybe, just maybe, in this unfamiliar place, he might have found another.

#once again the prompt was not actually the focus 😅#but hey it still applies #bea writes #chrumblr whumblr 2024

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berry-loves-yandere · 2 years

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Could you do a yandere Hawk and yandere Robby from Cobra Kai fighting over the same darling and her choosing Hawk?

Merge of these two requests but the ending is a mystery (also I sobbed cause my computer refreshed the page and I lost everything I wrote so I had to re-do it all)

Yandere Hawk vs Yandere Robby with LaRusso darling:

Warnings: violence mentions, obsessive behaviours, unhealthy behaviour, unhealthy mindset, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!

(Y/N) LaRusso was always known as a sweet girl who tried to keep peace with everyone around her.

She was even nice enough to sit with people that were deemed 'losers'.

She knew Hawk back when he was Eli and she was nice to him, even back then.

They continued to stay friends even after he transformed into Hawk but their relationship became strained as some time went by.

(Y/N) was restricted from meeting with people from Cobra Kai, especially after the tournament, when Hawk injured Robby's shoulder.

But on the day of the tournament, (Y/N) had met Robby and he became her replacement friend for Hawk.

They became rather close but soon Sam told (Y/N) about her crush on Robby, so (Y/N) backed off.

But she also kept her distance for another reason.

Then her new close friend became Moon who was dating Hawk.

The two became close very quickly due to both of the having the same peacekeeper, sweetheart attitude.

This helped (Y/N) become friends with Hawk again except he was very different now.

He was more aggressive and rude, which (Y/N) didn't like at all.

But she noticed something else, so she kept even more distance from him.

(Y/N) was there for Moon when she broke up with Hawk but didn't try to comfort Hawk at all, unable to deal with his macho man attitude.

Both Robby and Hawk were upset and confused as to why (Y/N) stop being around them as often as she used to be.

Every time they had an encounter with each other it always ended in a verbal or physical fight.

They were both obsessed with (Y/N) and Sam and Miguel had to deal with these obsessed doofuses.

Hawk would rant about (Y/N), from her looks, to personality, to things she liked, he could talk about her all day if he could.

Robby would stare at (Y/N) and try to show off when she came to watch karate practice.

However, tension between the people from the dojos, Miyagi-do and Cobra Kai, was growing.

Moon and (Y/N) tried to plan out something to try to get everyone to be friends and they decided on planning a party a few days before school started.

Luckily they managed to get everyone to come without realizing their enemy dojo would be there.

Everyone was having fun and the enemy dojos were ignoring each others presence.

But Robby and Hawk both noticed that (Y/N) was nowhere to be found.

Both of them went searching for her (separately) but couldn't find her.

They tried to enjoy the party but eventually it became too loud and it was giving Robby and Hawk a headache, so they went upstairs to find a quiet room to chill out in.

Both of them saw each other and as much as they wanted to fight, they knew they'd get in trouble for doing so, especially if (Y/N) found out.

They made a temporary truce as they each opened a random room door so they could relax.

Hawk went into a room and relished in the quieter atmosphere.

While Robby found (Y/N) and Moon making out in Moon's room with only their shorts and bras on.

Robby were shocked and tried to slowly back away and close the door, but it made a loud creaking noise, alerting the two girls that someone was there.

"Who's there?" (Y/N) firmly said.

Robby shamefully entered the room.

"Oh fuck!" Moon swore under her breath.

"Shit! Robby. Robby. You won't tell my dad, right? Please?" (Y/N) requested.

"What do you mean by that?" Robby questioned.

"Um. Well. Heh-heh." (Y/N) was stalling, unable to find the words she needed.

"Wait, are you bi or something?" Robby questioned.

(Y/N) sighed.

"I'm a lesbian. I just um, didn't wanna tell my family yet cause I didn't know how they'd react. Please, don't tell my dad!" (Y/N) explained.

"So you don't like guys? At all?" Robby quizzed.

"No. Sorry. I know that you and Hawk liked me. I already knew that's one of the other reasons I distanced myself from you guys. I'm so sorry Robby. But my sister really likes you! Maybe you should date her because you have no shot with me." (Y/N) bluntly stated.

Robby decided in that moment that being her best friend was the closest thing he would ever have to a relationship with her.

He also knew that now it was his duty to protect (Y/N)’s secret and protect her from Hawk who he knew wouldn’t give up on trying to date (Y/N) even if she outed herself to him.

(Y/N) allowed Robby to hang out with her and Moon as the party continued and soon the cops showed up.

And no one knew that on the first day of school, everything would go to hell.

The end

(no part two)

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bisadiemccarthy · 1 year

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"Where is [child's name]?" "I thought you had them!"

can you tell I was listening to my shivlina playlist while writing this? 😉

Even with private jets, a transatlantic flight with an eight-month-old baby is still fucking stressful. By the time they've done flights and drives and been shuffled into various rooms in Caroline's expansive manor (and Shiv thanks god every time that her mother had immediately moved away from the sprawling cage they'd grown up in), she has a pounding headache that she'd rather treat with liquor than acetaminophen and she can already tell that the baby's routine is going to make her own jet lag worse.

She's in the bathroom of the suite, the same one she's gotten used to because fucking Roman gets the one Caroline used to allot for their dad. The small office space will hold Genevieve's cot and the trunk full of baby necessities, from the seat she needs in the bathtub to the tiny red dress she'll be dressed in for Christmas. But the luggage hasn't been delivered yet, and Tom hasn't even arrived with the baby, so Shiv splashes water on her face and then pats dry with a towel, digging through her purse to find eye drops to make her eyes less red.

She hears the heavy door open, and exits the en suite to find Tom lugging the overstuffed diaper bag, but no baby along with it. "Wait, where's Genevieve?"

"I thought you had her!" Tom's eyes go wide, and he drops the bag. "I wasn't in the same car-- did she get with someone else somehow?"

"No, she was with me in the car, she took a bottle--" Shiv shoves her hands into her hair, trying to remember. Fuck, how bad at this does she have to be to lose track of her daughter in the hubbub of international travel!?

"Oh my god, did we 'Home Alone' our baby?" Tom sounds horrified.

"No, you idiot, that doesn't happen," Shiv hisses, certain Genevieve is here, probably with some relative or staff member who had passed her around instead of giving her back to her mother. "Fuck, where's Chloe-- she probably has her-- or maybe Connor got her, you know how he is about wanting to hold his niece as soon as he sees her--"

"Who did you give her to, Shiv!?" Tom spreads his arms, his tone accusatory. "I wasn't in the car with you two!"

"Jesus, calm down, everyone here is family," Shiv snaps, panic rising in her own throat. "You call Chloe, I'm going to--" but as she paces to the door, it opens, and Karolina steps in, holding Genevieve safely in her arms-- and the baby is asleep.

"Oh, sorry," she says, looking between them and clearly noticing their panicked looks. "Chloe was taking her for a diaper change, I thought you knew where she was-- but then there wasn't a trash can in the powder room, so I volunteered to take her while she figured that out. I thought she could use a lullaby, so I didn't just deliver a cranky baby to your door."

"Thank god," Tom says fervently. Now that Shiv has her baby in her sight again, she feels like he's overreacting. Genevieve was never going to end up with anyone they didn't already know.

"You must be magic," she murmurs to Karolina, giving her a wry smile. "I'll..." but Genevieve shifts as Karolina starts to move her away from her chest, and Shiv holds up her hand in pause. "Hm. You don't... have anything you urgently need to do, right? The couch here is pretty nice, if you wanna put your feet up..."

"Shiv," Tom says, "you can't make Karolina sit here for the whole time Genevieve naps."

"Hey, it's nicer than my suite," Karolina says, giving Shiv a familiar smile, like they're sharing a secret. "I'll stay for a while." She strokes a hand over Genevieve's soft hair, and Shiv feels her heart skip a beat as she watches Karolina watch the baby.

"Thanks," she says softly, following Karolina to the couch and sitting next to her. "I'm glad she was with you."

"We get along alright," Karolina answers.

Shiv is so entranced by the gentle ease with which Karolina cradles Genevieve that she doesn't even look up when Tom leaves the room.

#succession #shiv roy #tom wambsgans #karolina novotney #shivlina #girlparents tomshiv #prompt fill #ask meme #julie fics #skipps tag

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fantasylandbackflips · 30 days

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Unbelievable Scenes: Beware of Chicken

I nursed a growing headache, trying to keep my head down and ignore the fight that'd broken out in the noodle shop where I'd stopped for lunch on a whim. I'd put some good distance between myself and the Shrouded Mountain (although, should it be called "Shrouded" anymore?), but even here, it seemed one would still encounter the occasional beef between loose cultivators over some nonsense.

A spoon went flying towards me, and it took all my still-sluggish reflexes to dodge it. Once again, I thanked my lucky stars that I wasn't still carrying the worst wounds I'd received up on the mountaintop. If I'd still been suffering from… whatever that "Unshrouded Fist" attack was that hit Liao Fang so hard I'd ended up in her body… then that spoon would've dented my skull instead of the wall.

I grimaced, as I thought back to all that. Liao Fang had been starstruck by the Fulmination Squad – that's why she'd joined the Shrouded Mountain Sect to begin with – and so had lined up behind them when many of them supported the Patriarch's faction of the Sect over the rebelling Elders. Bad move. She was in the Fifth Stage of the Initiate's Realm, which was good enough for an Outer Disciple, but not good enough to stand up to anyone serious in the Sect. And now, outside the heat of the moment, even her perspective would grudgingly agree that it was the wrong side to pick.

That's why, as soon as I could at least limp away, I'd left. Written a resignation note couching the decision in Daoist terms (wouldn't you know it, "thunder on the mountain" in the Yijing was the hexagram that recommended excessive humility and returning to low altitudes), stumbled down the Shrouded Path, and found the first cave I could – no longer hidden by mist and illusions – to hide in and recover my wounds.

Thank Heaven for that cave. Thank Heaven for those medical herbs Bi De had been selling; spy or no spy, chicken or no chicken, they'd gotten me back on my feet in record time.

And thank Heaven for the cultivation manual I'd found there, next to the bleached bones of its previous owner. Giving up cultivation would've been a terrible idea in a world where it was the only way to defend yourself from a potentially endless parade of assholes… but if I'd kept my current lightning cultivation, everyone would've known I was a Shrouded Mountain renegade.

And to be honest? Even if it hadn't been a dead giveaway of my entanglement with the Shrouded Mountain... I just didn't like it. The part of me that was Liao Fang had looked up to the Fulmination Squad, but with that image tarnished forever, she now recoiled at the idea of following in their footsteps. And the part of me that was not of this world? It found the lightning qi of the Fulmination Arts too aggressive. Too "strength above all", as the Sect put it so often. Too… yang.

Whatever our dao was now, it wasn't suitable for qi like this.

…at last, those two idiots took their fight out of the noodle shop, and things returned to "normal". I sighed in relief, and began circulating my qi again, tasting the yin fire qi from the kitchen, and the yin metal qi from the commerce. Fire and metal in, fire and lightning out.

This "Sapphire Yin Alembic Method" had been just the thing, really. Its cultivation techniques were eerily reminiscent of Earth chemistry: gravity filtration when your qi is still loose, evaporative distillation when it's thick enough to precipitate into an elixir sea, and ultimately a Golden Core formed by crystallization. And because it was obsessively concerned with knowing what, precisely, was swirling around in your meridian system (or else you'd never nucleate when you finally got to forming your core), it'd hopefully be able to clear out all this domineering lightning qi that I couldn't use anymore.

I slurped up the last of my noodles, paid the shopkeep, and started the walk "home". I was still circulating – learning what qi was endemic to what environment. Familiarizing myself with how it felt, whether or not it wasn't suitable for my foundation, so that I'd be able to tell good cultivation spots from bad. I lingered in the merchant hall, but eventually made my way to the farm at the outskirts of the town, where I'd been trading my labor for a bedroll and permission to meditate in the field. I greeted Wang Lung – the head of the household – and sat down between the furrows to soak up its earth qi: the "yin earth" of fertile soil, which is not yang wood but gives birth to it regardless. Wood and earth in. Wood and lightning out.

I knew, even with my otherworldly knowledge aiding my comprehension of the Sapphire Yin Alembic, that it'd take months to get the lightning out of my system, and who knows how much longer after that to break through to the Profound Realm. But when I did… I'd be able to advance to the second phase of the Sapphire Yin Alembic, and in doing so, get out of the Howling Fangs entirely. I could go next door to the Azure Hills – a qi-starved region, and thus, in theory, an ideal environment for evaporative distillation by negative pressure – and cultivate in peace. I'd have no need to fear being attacked: neither by former sectmates stumbling upon me, nor by locals (who rarely make it out of the Initiate's Realm), nor by that old monster who'd torn off the Patriarch's face to settle a grudge.

Surely, nothing important happens in the Azure Hills, right?

#self insert week #self insert week 2024 #beware of chicken

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Pssst you should info dump on Langue

Anon wants me to talk about Langue??? 🥺🥺🥺 I must give credit to my dear friend Almond who put most of these thoughts in my brain since I'm gonna say a lot of things similar to what he'd say.

For once this post will focus on Langue and won't include things with Bredele since I think I've made enough posts about those two and their dynamic before.

Langue uses they/them and is okay with she/her being used on them- but use he, it, or any other type of pronouns and they're NOT going to be happy. (They prefer being called Ms. or Mx. in honorifics.)

They have incredibly low empathy. Despite being babied and doted on by their parents, it's very hard for them to show anything towards others even if they do like someone else. Their parents thankfully understand and do their best to raise them to their fullest potential.

Unfortunately this "full potential", "always try your best", and compliments on how smart Langue received growing up led to them having a bit of a gifted kid syndrome where they have to be the best or they're not worth anything at all. (Their parents weren't aware of this until it was far too late.) They go into things hoping to be the best, and if they're not, then there's no point in continuing that endeavor.

Making friends or companions is incredibly difficult due to all of their time being dedicated to bettering their skills- which their skills have led them to be great at arguing... a bit too good since they'll incidentally instigate those with the people they're trying to make friends with. Then again, why have friends that will distract you from your work?

Due to not knowing how to speak words that aren't combative or abrasive in some way, Langue is not at all good with kids. They're not good at family gatherings, either- often winding up wanting to control the conversation with the other adults or just take in the praise from family members.

They played Ace Attorney as a child and their parents watched court shows, which influenced Langue towards wanting to be one of those cool people they've seen in their games and shows. They succeeded!!

Though there's nothing wrong with the substances, any Cookie who winds up using anything that isn't a doctor's prescription medically or recreationally is judged very harshly by Langue. Then again, Langue judges everyone harshly for literally everything (this also includes Langue themself). The only exception to this is coffee, but only with cappuccinos since Langue drinks those on rare occasions. God forbid they become a hypocrite.

The amount of sensory issues they have is so bad that practically everything they need has to be prepared or made in a specific way. It's one of the reasons why they still live with their parents- since if they were to live on their own there'd be things that would be impossible for them to do- not that they'd dare admit that. They need specific fabric to wear, specific foods prepared in specific ways, and so on and so forth. Some think of this as them being snobby and spoiled, but in actuality, they wouldn't be able to function without those specifics.

Speaking of physical issues, Langue is very much blind without their glasses. They can only see vague blobs of what's around them without their glasses, not to mention the nausea and headaches that come from not wearing their glasses for long enough. Speaking of nausea- Langue has a VERY sensitive stomach.

They have very little control over their emotions. Even in court, it's very hard for them to remain in check. Thankfully their glasses help absorb some of that by taking in some of those emotions through enchantment (though it also winds up breaking a lot of the time from the abundance, it is capable of mending its own glass).

They used to eat paper as an incredibly young kid (their parents still have some of the books Langue ate out of and make jokes about how smart they became because of it).

The only food they'll eat without hesitation is from their parents or (on rare occasions) from Sandwich's shop. Sandwich is familiar with Langue and enjoys their company, though Langue does find her annoying and "too happy for working such a dreadful job".

Langue didn't believe in Ginger Claus/Eggnog until they literally had to defend him in court. They thought the offer was ridiculous until Eggnog himself walked into their office. (They're still conflicted on if the whole thing was Real or if their client was just one of those Mall Clauses seen around the holidays).

#langue de chat cookie #chewy asks #chewy lore #cookie run #crob #cookie run ovenbreak #oh my god why is this so long what the fck????????#who let me cook

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