#let me study at my own pace ugh

[deesi-academia]

All subjects are so interesting except for when I have to give an exam

[sugawarassoulmate]

not nut november - nov 04/nov 05

after the first few days, they were feeling great. then the weekend came.

tutor!akaashi & shitty bf!daishou

word count: 423 & 290

cw: fem!reader, bimbo!reader, unprotected sex, cheating/infidelity, choking, minors dni

tutor!akaashi

who even does studying on a saturday night? akaashi does, which means you have to too

you're in one of the study rooms at the campus library, which feels a little redundant since it's practically abandoned on a saturday night

"what act and scene is this line from?" akaashi asks, cooly. he's been quizzing you on king lear for the past three hours, making sure you knew could identify the passages for your midterm

"act three, scene two?" you guess but akaashi's eyes already tell you that you're wrong. "ugh, can we take a break, keiji? my brain is turning to mush!"

akaashi would argue that your brain was mush to begin with but there's no use continuing when you've already given up

there was one way he could motivate you to keep studying — it was for your own good really, you weren't smart enough to pass this exam just by winging it

but he remembers the bet he made with his friends earlier this week something about not having sex during the whole month. it was stupid but he knew he'd never hear the end of it from bokuto if he lost

akaashi supposes he could just eat you out while you study but nothing does the trick more than making you sit on his cock, making you read out his notes while you bounce in his lap...

it's not long before akaashi has you bent over the desk, skirt flipped up and panties pushed to the side. "come on, don't just think with your pussy, recite the line for me," he says, pulling you by the hair

"ahhh, 'when thou dost ask me blessing, i'll'—fuck, keiji!" you cry when he pulls out only to slam back into you.

a slap to your ass is what brings you back to reality. "'i'll...i'll kneel down and ask of thee forgiveness' uhhh, act five, scene three?" you answered, crying when akaashi's fingers circle your clit.

"look at that, she's finally using her little brain," akaashi coos, snapping his hips harder into you. "read the next one." he says, knowing this is the only way you'll pass

he can say it's for your benefit as much as he wants to but akaashi is just as guilty of thinking with his crotch, maybe even more so

akaashi only lets you cum when you've gone through all of the study guide and he rewards you by spilling his seed deep inside your womb and walking you to your dorm with his cum running down your leg

shitty bf!daishou

saturdays are meant for your girlfriend. taking her on dates and watching shows with her

but it's not saturday and you're not daishou's girlfriend, which is why he's technically not breaking any no nut november rules right now

his friends explicitly said that fucking your girl was off limits for the entire month

which is why he turned to you the first chance he got

"sugu!" the two of you barely made it past your door, with daishou pouncing on you the second he shut it behind him

now he's got you spread out on your floor, a hand wrapped around your throat

"shhh, i know, babe," he whispers, pace never letting up as he abuses your cunt. "you're gonna take all my cum this month, yeah? be my fuckin' cum dump?"

it's so sick and your heart breaks for mika, completely unaware that her boyfriend is balls deep in someone else—someone she calls a friend

but you nod anyway because for an entire month daishou's body will belong to you

mika will have to wonder about the faint smell of your perfume on his clothes, wondering why it smells so familiar

it's pathetic and cruel and so unlike you but it's what you want more than anything

"yes, yes, sugu! i want your cum," you gasp, nails running down his back "i'll take all of it, just give it to me, please!"

and daishou just loves the desperation, grunting a quick "that's my girl," before fucking you harder than ever

and as your eyes roll into the back of your head, and you feel the warmth of daishou's cum flooding your cunt, all that goes through your head is his voice saying "that's my girl," over and over

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[hwaslayer]

project: make you love me (jyh) | intro.

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—summary: yunho can’t stand how you’re so wrapped up in the notorious campus fuckboy, park seonghwa. he would gladly love you the way you deserve, despite being shy, awkward and the complete opposite of seonghwa. thus, when he finds himself spending more time with you over literature reviews and random study sessions, he decides to take on the challenge to win you over.

—pairing: jeong yunho x f. reader x park seonghwa

—genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers/friends to lovers, college au | fluff, angst, smut

—word count: 1.9k

—chapter warning: cussing/mature language, very basic intro/kick off to the series, mentions of smut/protected sex but not too detailed, chaeryeong (itzy), soobin (txt) and seungmin (skz) are included as non-idols and as oc’s bestfriends/roommates, a glimpse into yunho and his personality!

—a/n: hi everyone! kicking off my yunho series - i hope you enjoy! i will try to update every other weekend, but i’ll always try to let everyone know if there are any delays. thank you for the support! 💞

It's one of many nights where you're tangled in Seonghwa's arms, listening to the way he whispers sweet nothings in your ear as he continues to ease himself into you— in and out, hitting your spot just the way you like it before he picks up his pace. He looks down at you just as he's about to reach his peak, and if you weren't mistaken, you might've caught a glimpse of adoration before he leaned down to let out a groan against your neck; lips grazing at the surface, nipping at skin in between his pants and whines.

Wishful thinking.

Most of these moments don't last, then you're reminded as to what you really are with Seonghwa— to Seonghwa.

Exhibit A:

Once he's finished spilling his seed into the condom, he takes a few breaths against your neck, sloppily laying another kiss onto your cheek and lips before stepping out of the bed and tossing the condom into his trash. He walks over to where his clothes lay on the floor, gently throwing your clothes onto the end of the bed.

"What time is it?" You ask Seonghwa as you clean yourself up and lay back onto your side. You pull the sheets up as you watch Seonghwa get dressed, tossing his shirt and sweats back on.

"I don't know, like 1am?" He ruffles his hair a bit. "What time are you trying to leave?"

"Are you serious, Hwa? You just said it. It's 1am. It's cold, I'm tired." You yawn a bit but he doesn't really budge.

"So, let's get you home?" He shrugs a bit.

"Why don't you ever ask if I wanna stay the night anymore?"

"Because. We agreed not to do that."

"You agreed on your own. Whatever." You roll your eyes as you get up and get your clothes on, throwing the hood over your head as you walk out of the room and towards his front door. "Since you don't fucking mind driving me home at 1am. Must be that big of a deal to you."

"Please don't do that." He says with a deep sigh, following behind you with his keys jingling in his hands. You continue to lead ahead, crossing your arms as you wait for him to unlock his stupid fucking car.

Ugh.

"Are you going to keep the attitude up?" Seonghwa asks as he pulls out of his spot and starts to drive off to your place. Luckily, it's an exit away on the freeway so it isn't a long drive. And yes, you're going to keep the attitude up. You just need to get the fuck out before it bursts into flames. "Y/N."

"What, Seonghwa? I don't have anything else to say to you."

"Why are you making it a big deal all of a sudden? It's not like anything has changed—"

"Yeah, nothing has over the past months. You're right. Silly of me to expect anything." You slump down in your seat and continue to look out the window.

"Is it because you stayed over once before? Twice, maybe? I mean, that— it was—" He stutters a bit, but you finish his sentence for him.

"A mistake?"

"No." He groans a bit. "I just told you not to get too comfortable with that."

"I heard you the first time. It's fine, I get it." He sighs again.

"I hate when you're like this."

"But you don't care enough to fix it." Silence. "Right."

"It's not like that, baby. Please. Can we not tonight? I just have to get up super early to meet with my group for our presentation. That's all."

"Mhm." You continue to look out the window. You cross your arms tightly against your chest, avoiding contact with Seonghwa even when he gently gives your thigh a squeeze.

"Baby." He whines a bit. "I'll make it up to you, okay? We'll do this next time. You know I always want you over, that's no question." He lies, just to make you happy. Just to give you what you want to hear.

"Yup. Heard that before." Your response has a sting to it, a little bit of attitude, and Seonghwa hates it. He really hates it when you're like this— mainly because you'll hold this grudge forever and you'll probably avoid coming over for the next couple of days.

But, can you help it?

No.

For you, it's just another one of those nights with Seonghwa. A night where he says sweet shit just so you can be tangled all up in him and nothing else. Another one of those nights where your feelings are tossed out the window and you feel so dumb for having felt hurt in the first place. Because, why? It's been months of this and ain't shit changed with Seonghwa.

You should've known your place from the get go. So, why the hell is it even harder to understand now?

Meanwhile for Yunho, it's just another one of those nights where he can't find sleep and he wishes he could. A night where he's tossing and turning and his main problem is figuring out why the hell he can't sleep tonight when the other night, he was out like a light.

Did he have too much caffeine today?

Maybe he should've stayed longer at the gym.

He probably could've gone farther in God of War: Ragnarok.

As he takes a walk in the cold, crisp 1am weather, he kicks at the leaves beneath his Nike slippers while thinking about his life decisions today. Just as he's about to head straight down the path, he notices a car pull up in front of the building on the other side of the lot. He slows his pace, brows furrowing at who could possibly be getting dropped off this late on a school night.

Then, he catches familiar faces. The car.

Makes sense.

Park Seonghwa's cocky ass sits in the driver's seat while you step out and slam his passenger door shut. He calls for you and says something shortly afterwards, but Yunho can't really hear it from where he's standing. He just sees you flash him the finger as you continue heading up the steps to your apartment.

Then, Seonghwa drives off. Before you can even make it safely into your apartment. What a guy.

"Dick." Yunho mutters to himself as he watches you slip through your door and shut it close. He doesn't understand this whole thing— you, Seonghwa. He only "knows" about it because you two have been the hot topic on campus. But, he just doesn't get it. He's not much to butt into anyone's business, and quite frankly, he doesn't care. He'll mind his own.

But if he could ask you one question, it'd be: Why?

You are way too good for Park Seonghwa.

He continues on with his walk until the air gets too crisp, his nose and ears feel a little numb. He takes one last look in the direction of your apartment to make sure you've completely made it in before he starts to walk back to his own and get some rest. The cold is actually helping, and he feels himself feel a little bit more exhausted than earlier.

Maybe, he will find sleep.

Hopefully you will, too.

But of course, you don't. Not right away at least. You step into your apartment to see your roommates awake, which is partially a surprise.

"You're still awake?" You look at Chaeryeong, your freshman-roommate-turned-bestfriend. You and Chaery had clicked so quickly that you had become inseparable, stuck at the hip since your freshman year. The two boys who currently stand in your kitchen whipping up spam and ramen at this ungodly hour lived across from you and Chaeryeong in the freshman dorm. They were constantly over, doing homework in your dorm room and stealing snacks from your stash— though a pain the ass, you don't think you could've survived these years without them either.

"Ramen?" Soobin turns to look at you followed by—

"Spam?" Seungmin chimes in.

"They were being loud, I had to make sure they weren't destroying the apartment." Chaery yawns.

"No, thanks." You look at the boys before you sit next to Chaery and start brushing the strands away from her face. "Good thinking, though."

"Nice to know you two think that way when we'd be the first ones you'd call if something ever happened in here." Chaery sticks her tongue out at Seungmin.

"Wait, why are you home?" She turns back to you with fire sitting in her eyes. "Seonghwa didn't want you to stay?"

"Let's not talk about it."

"No, let's." Chaery says sternly. "What a fucking dick. He'd really make the trip over this late at night instead of letting you stay? What's his deal? It's been months."

"Can't rely on that fact, Chaery."

"If he's not going to be serious about you, leave his ass. I'm so sick of the way he—" Soobin sees your face drop, the sadness and anger slowly painting over your expression. So, he subtly shakes his head at Chaeryeong and cuts in.

"Mm, you should just get some rest Y/N." You sigh and nod.

"Yeah." You look at Chaery. "We can talk more about it tomorrow?"

"I'm sorry, babe. I didn't mean to make you more upset. I just can't stand him." You chuckle and playfully kiss her on the top of her head.

"I know. I love you, regardless." She pouts.

"I'll be in there soon." You nod as you yawn and get ready for bed. You drop your bags near your bed before grabbing your pajamas to change into. You quickly freshen up, giving your skin and body a little more love after the night you've had with Seonghwa. You weren't gonna lie, Seonghwa always knew what he was doing; he knew just how to tease you, please you— give you exactly what you need to keep you wanting more.

And that's where it gets sick, twisted. Because it's a fun little game to him.

To you, it's more.

When it shouldn't be.

Luckily for Yunho, sleep finds him.

But for you, it doesn't.

Even when Chaery comes in and shuts the lamp on her side of the room, leaving you two in complete darkness. Even when no new texts come in, when the clock strikes 3am— it doesn't come.

And it probably won't, even when you need to get up and get your day started.

"Shit." You yawn as you walk alongside your roommates to the café.

"Did you even get any sleep?" Chaery holds onto your arm as you walk into the café to grab some coffee before your first class.

"Maybe like.. 5 minutes?"

"Babe, are you serious?"

"I just couldn't sleep."

"Still. That's not good for you, Seonghwa or not."

"Hey, put in your orders. I got it." Seungmin says, stepping aside. Chaery lowers her voice as you step closer to the cashier and order your usual, along with hers.

"Thanks, Seungmo." Chaery changes the topic and pinches his cheek, making him groan in response. You yawn again, lazily making your way to the straws and napkins. You grab a handful for your roommates [and to save for later at home], tugging away at the napkins before you feel like you've gotten enough. Just as you quickly turn, you almost run into another body. But, you're able to catch yourself before actually causing a collision.

"Oops, sorry!" You quickly acknowledge the stranger.

"It's alright." You hear a deep voice respond just as you brush past. You don't give the person another look while running off to your roommates and helping them with the drinks— even though Yunho keeps his gaze on you from afar. He tugs on his bag strap before letting out a small breath, admiring the way the morning sun bounces off of your skin. He watches as your bestfriend worriedly looks at you and pulls you close. Yunho can tell that she's talking about Seonghwa [or lecturing you in some way], because your facial expression drops. Your eyes are painted with sadness. Your body language yells tired, stressed; pleading to be loved and comforted.

He doesn't get the whole thing with Seonghwa. But, he won't try to understand it.

He just wishes he could tell you that you deserve way better than that jackass.

You are worth more than that.

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[jocelynscrazyideas]

Ballet class | Nico Hischier x Fem reader

summary: Nico comes in early to ballet. Yes ballet, he’s getting help to learn how to take stress off his joints, and so is his fellow teammates. I- Dani help him correct his stretching exercises, and his skating.

Warnings: Fluff, (no smut), kinda small 😁👍

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I’m helping out in the NHL for some skating techniques. No, I have never actually been good at skating. Yes, I am a pro ballet student- I actually graduated from premie class about a year ago.

It’s been studied that hockey players, even the good players need skating lessons. I mean, doesn’t everyone? As an instructor in Pilates, and a ballet teacher, I am supposed to help the athletes gain muscular endurance in muscle groups that are rarely thought off.

“Hey, I’m Nico.” I very tall brown eyed man says as he skates, my way. I am in the middle of the rink waiting for my class to start.

It’s 11:24 AM. Class doesn’t start until til 12:30. Maybe he’s here for extra help?

I know I stayed I’m not good at skating, but I can kayak pretty well, my dad was a coach for a little league back home in Arizona.

“Oh. Nice, I’m Dani.” I respond, almost forgetting that I have to answer back. I haven’t talked to a handsome, very beautiful man in like 3 years. Damn, I must be dry.

“Oh haha. I was wondering if I could get extra help? I haven’t tried ballet before and I thought it would be pretty difficult. Especially for a 25 year old.” Nico said, and his eyes trail down to my outfit.

I’m wearing a brown bodysuit, when I mean a body suit I mean the ones that end up being a thong in the back and look like a very small one piece swimsuit. Over the brown bodysuit I have a black vest, and black leggings on. I have white leg warmers on because I am truly freezing.

“If you’re cold, I have the perfect warmup for you!” Nico says as he eyes my mouth shivering.im literally chattering and shaking as we speak.

“You’re beautiful.” Nico says as he helps me back up to the normal flooring as we exit the rink. Wiw, straight to the point.

“Uhh, well thanks, you’re a pretty handsome man yourself.” I say back. Ugh. I sound like a grandma.

Boring.

“You excited for the Nico Hischier warmup?”

“I guess so.” I say as I look up towards his beautiful eyes. They are so brown, they glisten in the light though, and they remind me of honey when they glimmer down at me. It’s like they are full of love.

I’m hooked.

Nico ends with warming me up with some runs, abdomen teaser, and a water break. Now I’m out of breath it’s time for stretching. I told him to show me how he normally stretches before a game. It’s was truly horrendous. He was showing me things that would tear tendons if he wasn’t so flexible in his hip flexors.

“Okay, okay, okay. I’m let’s start on our feet shall we?” I say trying to build him a better routine.

“Alrighty.” He says as he swoops his hair back and he ties his shoe. He rests his hands on his hips, and I could tell he was looking at my ass. I get it. I do have a very plump, and full ass, but I don’t even know this guy.

I bend down about half way, my hips are aligned, my arms are behind my back, I’m stretching my hips to let the stress out of the muscles, tendons, and places that don’t get worked the most.

He follows what I’m doing. I bend a knee and I tune to the right side. I’m in a lunge and I put the back leg down. I push myself into the ground. This stretches my hips, and a little of my quads.

“Ow. Ow!” Nico whimpers from behind me. He seems to be pushing himself to far.

“You need to go at your own pace.” I say trying to correct his mistake.

“No. No, this is how far I can go.” Nico insists to go farther. I get up from my lunge and stand behind him. His hips are stressed, he needs to let them looose in order to skate faster, and even be able to feel more loose when he skates.

“No. I can help you, that’s why I’m here.” I voiced.

I grab my hands, and swing them to his hips, he is in his very low lunge and I pick him up a little bit. I twist him to the right and his pelvis is aligned with his shoulders, perfect.

“I feel better. I can feel a stretch and I think I can breathe now.” Nico announced.

I know, this is my job, I know how to fix it.

“Perfect!” I exclaim, letting him know that I am here for him to lean on.

We finish the stretching and the warmups. Now, it’s time for skating. He skates pretty fast, but his too curvy in his feet, I can tell.

“Let’s do a little ballet first?” I mentioned, it’s not an option, we are doing ballet before we skate.

“Okay, whatever you think I need… angel.” Nico announced, and in a very confidently way. He winked at me.

Um.. yes!!!

I taught him to hold his core, and the posture. He obviously doesn’t need the posture portion but the engagement of his core is necessary.

“Slate time?” Nico exclaims, he’s ready. I think I’m ready now too? I lace up my skates and he’s already on the ice.

He skates back, and kneels down. He’s tiring my skates back up.

It’s 12:30. Class started. All the guys come flooding in knowing that I can see their lunch all over their fingers. I told them, 12:30 on the dot. Not before and not later, exactly at 12:30.

“Oh! Hey Nico, and-” Jesper starts but…

“-Dani.” Nico finishes.

“Okay, skates on? Let’s head on the ice!” I say in eager. Nico steps on first and he grabs a hold of my hand, he’s helping me in the ice.

“Oh, you have tension.” Jack says, letting everyone know that Nico thinks I’m just a pretty girl.

Nico skates with me to the middle and the boys are still doing drills that I told them to do a minute ago.

He pulls me in closer to him, I can feel the warmth of his anatomy. His heart is pounding, not only can I feel it I can hear it. That’s how close we are. I feel like I’m on his chest, it doesn’t look like it, but it feels like it.

“You’re a pretty girl.” Nico says as he reaches for his phone. He hands his phone to me and I put in my number.

Class ends, I’m sure I taught everyone how to skate in a safer way. I also think I have them a pre game stretching lesson.

Nico texts me a picture of us, he must of swiped it from when I was talking to the other devils.

God, he’s a really pretty man.

[seriesxwriting]

You’re my priority

Pairing- sammy Winchester x reader

Series- supernatural

Summary- you and Sam just took the next step and moved into a house together, but your neighbours are not all they say they are.

Warnings- typical supernatural warnings, kissing and swearing.

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We brought out house two weeks ago. The neighbourhood was stunning and it was such a tight community which is exactly what I wanted. The bunker had a lot of great memories but we needed our own space at this point. So we brought a house. The house of our dreams.

Knock knock

“Sammy there’s someone at the door!” I yelled out from the study. I couldn’t hear any answer from him meaning he was more than likely in the basement. I rolled my eyes pushing back on my chair and getting up to go to the door just as another knock came thundering through. “Just a sec!” I yelled quickening my pace.

“Hey neighbour!” There was a couple standing on my doorstep with a cake in their hands and grins on their faces. Sams footsteps appeared behind me as he appeared from the basement. He looked at me and then at our visitors. “Hi, what brings you round?” He smile walking over and wrapping his arm round my waist as I lent on the door.

“Oh just to say welcome, I’m Darren and this is Sharon” the man introduced, they were slightly older than us and a lot more forward than we were used to especially growing up how we did always on the road. “Would you like to come in for a tea or something” I offered but the couples shoot their heads. “Extremely kind of you but we’re just here to drop this off while the adverts are on- we’re watching tipping point” Sharon giggled pushing the cake into my hands.

“Much appreciated, how long have you lived there?” Sammy interrogated like he was on a hunt. Old habits I guess. “Few years” he shrugged, I noticed that his eyes looked to the upper right. He was lying. Me and Sammy looked at each other suggesting we needed to wrap this up. “Are you a married couple?” “Nope just partners” I shook my head “well the cake is extremely thoughtful thank you, but we both have a lot of work to get on with hopefully we will see you around” I smiled reaching for the door.

“Oh, you will” she nodded before grabbing Darren’s hand beginning to step away. “Bye now” I waved as I closed the door. “I don’t trust them” I waddled into the kitchen putting the cake down. He put his head on the side following me and laughed gently “forward neighbours? Isn’t that what we wanted” he questioned bringing me forward by my hips. “There’s something about them sam they’re forward in a different way- didn’t you see how he was lying about how long he’d lived here for?”

“That could be for a number of reasons” he told me trying to comfort me. “Don’t ruin this by over thinking, it’s what you’ve always wanted hun we’re here, we’re living it, we’ve done it” sam told me before laying a kiss on my head. “I don’t want to ruin this Sam, but I’ve learnt to trust my gut” “then trust me, your safe”. I sighed looking up at the love of my life. “Fine, I’ll give them a chance” “you don’t have to give them a chance just give this place a chance- normality a chance”

“Haven’t we got a werewolf locked up In our basement?” I chew on my lip biting back a laugh while Sam thought of something to say back. “Let’s face it this is about as normal as it gets” he shrugged sniggering, giving up on trying to win the debate. “Well I think I figured out who the accomplice was on the case and I have the location of the house” I walked into my study and Sam followed me again becoming intrigued. “Lana Sandstone” I called out passing him the file.

“This is amazing stuff y/n” sam widened his eyes and his smile flicking through the pages. “Ugh I love you so much your super” he leant down to quickly kiss my plump, pink lips as I giggled at the compliments. “Do you want me to come with you?” “I’m gonna call Dean, I’m a bit anxious about leaving the werewolf at home alone” “want me to try get more answers?” “No that’s alright hun, we will see if this accomplice has loser lips” Sam smiled at me. “Be careful Sam, you know there’s no cure” “I’m always carful love”.

He leant down and kissed my cheek “stay safe too, if he escapes call me immediately” “Sammy I can deal with one werewolf penned in” “I know you can, but you don’t need to”. Sams phone began ringing and I saw deans name flash up “I love you, see you later love” he squeezed my hand before walking off answering his phone to his brother. Seems I’d finished the work I was doing I was now free. The life of a hunter. Wasn’t for everyone but it was for me. It was for Sam, it was for Dean.

I missed Sam already I hated letting him go on hunts without me but he was right in this situation. The last thing we needed was the werewolf downstairs breaking free and trashing our house or potentially killing somebody else. I entered our living room in the back of the house and sat myself on the sofa pressing on the tv. It was a little into the afternoon at this point so I was beginning to get tired.

Thud

My head snapped up to accumulate some thoughts on what that sound was. It wasn’t the werewolf because he was in the basement, this sound came from above. Swinging my legs off the sofa I began to leave the living room and ascend my stairs. “Hello?” I called out, when I got no answer I started to fear I was just being paranoid. I opened the door to mine and sam’s bedroom. Sure enough a photo had been knocked off the side table and the window was now wide open.

“What the fuck” I whispered to myself taking a knife out of my thigh strap. “Whoever’s in my house you’ve made a terrible mistake” I shouted edging towards the window. I slammed it shut before taking precautions checking the room. It was clear. I went out into the hallway to check the other bedrooms when something maliciously attempted to attack me from behind. I whipped around to block it and ended up struggling against a drooling, chomping vampire. When I realised who it was my anger stirred up. The fucking neighbour.

“Sharron?” I frowned unsurprised, pushing back against her, the fangs were still out trying to bite me. She was feral. “You think you hunters can just move into my neighbourhood?” She growled trying to pull my neck toward her disgusting teeth. “You don’t deserve to own a house” I kneed her skilfully in the stomach pushing back on her as she fell to the carpet. I put a knee on her wrist and aimed my knife to her neck to slash but something grabbed my wrist from behind so hard bruises were going to form. “No” Darren snarled, I caught sight of his fangs before he smashed my head into my wall. Knocking me out.

I screamed myself awake a little later from the excruciating pain of a blow torch being used on my arm. “Ahh there she is, finally”. The weapon was abruptly moved away from me and i could finally breathe again. Through my tear stained eyes I saw the couple standing in front of me. “Where’s the Winchester?” Sharron quizzed me before I’d even come to. “He’s on his way to cut your heads off” I spat, squinting my eyes at them. “Where’s the Winchester” she asked again, two seconds before pressing down on the burn I now had. “UGHH- fuck YOU” I shouted struggling against the ropes they used to tie me down.

“You really not going to talk?” Darren raised his eyebrow coming closer to me with his disgusting breath ticking my nose. “I knew something was off with you two”, Darren seemed to find that funny. He chuckled drawing away from me “do you know the level of disrespect? Huh? That hunters are living opposite me! Not any hunters either, a Winchester!!” He screamed out of pure anger, his face grew red as if he was a tomato. “Imagine how pissed off I am- considering I was right about you both” I frowned leaning up to him.

A slap landed across my face but that was nothing I could hack having grown up a hunter. “She’s not going to talk” Darren scoffed looking over at Sharon, she frustratedly bit her lip shaking her head. “Let’s just go ahead with plan B then” she heartlessly shrugged her shoulders. “Why are you doing this? Why are you in a house with just two of you” “Because the rest of our group were killed by shallow hunters like you” she snapped at me. “We merely got away with our lives” “you call this living? Feeding on innocent victims”

“You have to do what you have to do to survive, do you think we wanted this to begin with?” “No probably not” I shook my head against the plastic mattress under me. “But I bet you love it now, you wouldn’t go back and change it even if you could” I tensed tensing trying to get past the ropes. “Listen up bitch, your right when Sharon transformed me my life became instantly better” Darren grabbed my chin putting my face to the side. “I love being a vampire and your going to love it too” he snarled as his fangs came out and he leant down. “NO! No!” I grabbed at his shirt best I could to desperately pull him away from me.

His fangs magnetically attached to my neck and I let out a blood curdling scream. His hand came over to my mouth force feeding me his blood from a cut made by Sharon. I bit down hard on his finger choking on his blood as I began to feel really faint. Sharron began to stride over but from the corner of my eye I caught sight of the door being burst open. I saw him. My saviour my partner. Sam Winchester. He held a machete in his right hand and a gun in the left. As Darren was distracted i elbowed him away from me and Sharon darted towards sammy.

He dodge her hand and I saw his face as he realised she was a vampire. He pushed her towards the wall by her neck disregarding the gun that dropped to the floor. He looked over at me with blood dripping down my neck and mouth, tears running down my face. In that instant Darren raced towards Sam. He swept his right leg back and kicked him backwards. The vampire fell back into a shelf dropping all the items on his head. Sharron pushed Sam and then punched him in the stomach. She went to punch again but his machete came down chopping her hand off.

She was in so much shock no sound came from her mouth, with another swift move Sam cut off her head just as Darren was stirring. He let out an involuntary wail of pain from his partners death and the anger tripped inside of him. Charging at Sam letting out a shout. I pulled against the ropes still wiggling to get them down my body and set me free. Sammy barged Darren into the wall with his shoulder but he dug sharp nails into his arm before elbowing Sam in the face. My heart raced watching the man I love in a fight this close to me while I could do nothing but try and escape.

“You’ll pay for what you did to Sharon! She was my everything!” He shouted with obvious tears in his eyes. Sam swept Darren’s feet and he fell to the ground. “So it’s okay for you to kidnap and try to kill my everything? Your a fucking hypocrite and your scum” Sam spat towering over him, miraculously I managed to get out of the ropes. I let out a happy gasp finally being free. “Say hi to Sharon in purgatory for me” Sam spat, Darren tried to get up but the Winchester swung the blade cutting off his head watching it roll onto the ground.

I kinda just sat there for a moment taking in everything that had just happened. When I came back to it sam was right next to me, I didn’t even see him cross over. “I’m so so sorry I didn’t believe you y/n- I’m so sorry hun” he whispered pulling me instantly into a hug. He was covered in blood but that was just the norm, plus he looked hot. Tightly I wrapped my arms round him exhaling in his ear knowing I was safe. “You wanted a normal home life- I understand” “your an amazing hunter, I should have trusted your gut” Sam argued back.

“I am an amazing hunter” I shrugged laughing a little. “How’d you know I was here?” “Because I’m an amazing hunter too” Sam joined in chuckling under his breath still crouched in front of me. “I couldn’t find you, your phone was on the sofa but our photo was smashed in our bedroom and there was blood in the hallway where you knife was scattered, when I saw it I instantly remembered what you said about these two” Sam eyed the dead bodies on the floor. “Is- the werewolf still locked away- wait did you get your info?”

“The werewolf is fine and we can talk about the case later hun, I’m not worried about that right now” his thumb rubbed my thigh. “Thank you for being here sam” I smiled holding his face with my right hand, he gently nuzzled against me. “I love you y/n you’re my priority always, now i need to sort your bite out then I can take you home” “she’s the sire” I pointed to Sharon’s body. “Perfect” Sam nodded making his way over to the body to get some of her blood for the cure. “Sammy?” “Mm” he hummed stopping the task for me.

“I love you too”

[diodellet]

roommates? more like roomfoes (jamil viper x gn!reader)

Where: You and Jamil become roommates, find some things to hate about each other, and the little things you do to support each other. As roommates do, of course. Inspired by this post by @viperwhispered word count: 2.6k words content warnings: -reader is not yuu, reader is in scarabia -foul language -scotch tape worldbuilding galore (ik each chara has their own room in the dorm, but let's ignore that and assume that each room wud have like 2 occupants.) -could be interpreted as pre-slash, established, or strictly platonic (don't you love the ambiguity of being roommates? you're both close and strangers at the same time i love it) ++yeah they argue but i call it ✨✨healthy conflict and banter

Here’s the thing, when you started the new school year, you were grateful that you and Jamil Viper were assigned to be roommates.

The guy was serious, put-together, and most importantly lowkey, which was a blessing in the hellhole that called itself Night Raven College.

Aside from the initial intimidation during move-in day, you were sure that this partnership would be one that you didn’t have to worry about at all.

But oh how the tables turn… you didn’t think that you could make an itemized list of Jamil Viper’s annoying habits as a roommate but here we are now:

Grocery trips with him take Fucking Forever

You know that you don’t have to be best friends with your roommate.

But! A good impression was key to building a peaceful relationship with the person you’d be sharing a living space with for two semesters.

You know that moment when you and a complete stranger initially find a similar habit that you share?

That brief moment of excitement and seeing each other’s eyes light up and thinking “hey, this person isn’t that different from me. I think they're kinda okay!" 

Take that but add the slow, horrific realization that this perceived common ground was not a similarity at all.

That’s what it feels like when doing the weekly groceries with Jamil. The experience was equal parts admiration and impatience.

“Wait hold on, how did he find that item? Weren’t they out of stock?” and “Did he really have to compare ALL the prices?” etc.

It felt like you were doing more than the required amount of shopping for college students. (Do two college students really burn through this much food?)

You didn’t have to be here, you could be seated at your study desk, hunched over your textbooks (ugh). Maybe you were just looking for an excuse to get out intent on being a good roommate.

“Are we almost done yet?” “Not yet, I’ll need to make one more round.” “Dude, we’ve already circled the store three times.” “I just need to get a few more items.” “Hey, that’s a completely new list!” Your eyes skim the neat lines of Jamil’s handwriting. “And what do you mean by ‘banquet for next Friday’? That’s a whole week from now!” “I told you that I could handle this on my own.” He checks his phone, then scowls. “Tsk… make that several more things to get.” “Seriously?!”

Maybe you should’ve taken his title of vice dorm leader as a sign of what was to come.

In the classroom, there was NRC’s fast-paced curriculum, and back at the Scarabia dormitory there were neverending banquets and parties to help prepare for.

He spontaneously decides to do a full clean of the room

Vacuuming? Really? Right at 5 in the morning?

Sure, it was the weekend and maybe he told you that he was planning to do that beforehand, but you were probably so deep into your essay writing that it probably slipped your mind.

Still, to hear the loud whir of the vacuum just before you slipped into REM sleep was pure torture.

He’s got headphones on, but you know Jamil is aware that you’re seething. He’s probably got that scheming expression plastered on his face, a ghost of a smile that betrayed the brewing malice.

Maybe this was to get you back for the few times that you put off your end of the chores. Or the messes from your alchemy mishaps* (We will revisit this.)

Actually, you don’t need to look, you can feel his pleased mood radiating through the flimsy blanket you’ve thrown over yourself in an attempt to block out the noise. An unwelcome ray of sunlight that worsened your building migraine.

And incidents like this are only the tip of the iceberg.

Coming back from classes and seeing a new rearrangement of the shared area in your dorm, or being greeted with an emptier fridge, or even getting evicted from your usual study corner as he checked for cobwebs (he wasn’t even giving the spiders enough time to start their webs!), stuff like this happened on the regular.

The surprise wore off after a while, but the irritation lingered.

“Jamil, where did my lab project go?” “What are you talking about? I only removed the food that was about to go bad—ah.” “Don’t ‘ah’ me! That’s a quarter of my grade you threw away!” “Put a label on your projects next time then!” “I was running on two hours of sleep!”

The both of you mostly resolved the argument by investing in a permanent marker and a set of sticker labels. 

Jamil also helped you remake the project (along with a heaping dose of your own practical magic to speed the process, which would dock some points, but you’d take whatever passing grade you could manage.)

See, it’s not the frequency of his cleaning that annoys you. It’s the spontaneity of it that gets on your nerves.

(And maybe, the way that he constantly does it by himself pisses you off as well.)

If he just… asked for help every now and then, you’d definitely lend him a hand. 

Not to say that you would jump at the opportunity to do so, but you would… appreciate a break from back-to-back alchemical reports.

Kalim al-Asim

At first you thought Kalim was nice, maybe fun. The guy was the polar opposite of Jamil and that was a breath of fresh air.

Until the Inciting Incident:

Once, you got up in the middle of the night and almost tripped over Jamil, who was sleeping on the floor (read: you actually stepped on his stomach and then you tripped after he grabbed at your ankle.)

Why? Because apparently Kalim decided to sleep over. Yes, he was using Jamil’s bed, completely at home, snoozing the night away as you fell into a whisper-argument with Jamil.

The rest just happened in quick succession, now you had a third person rooming with you.

Why does he come over all the time? Why does he stay just before curfew?

Sometimes you really just needed 3 straight hours of ambient silence to process readings and not some conversation about your lack of weekend plans.

Most importantly, why does Jamil just let this happen? 

He has no problem nagging you, but when it comes to Kalim, Jamil only lets the guy off with an exasperated sigh?!

Jamil doesn’t talk about himself much. Or if he does, it’s because you demanded better conversation material other than Generic Small Talk™️

“Best friends,” “Childhood friends”? Yeah right, you didn’t buy Kalim’s story for a second.

Not when you would hear Jamil lie about his own wellbeing in order to prioritize assisting Kalim.

Not when he would come back to your shared room, completely exhausted and worn out from a full day of accompanying Kalim.

And sure, you were aware of the position he held as the dorm leader’s personal attendant. But the reality of it never really sunk in.

“How… long have your folks worked for Kalim’s family?” “...For generations.” He continues stirring the container of curry-flavored instant noodles. “No, shit, really? I’m sor—” “Don’t—” Jamil gathers himself with an exhale. “Please don’t say that.” The midnight meal continues in silence until the both of you empty your plastic cups. What was the right thing to say? You couldn’t find the right words. “Give me your dishes, I’ll handle these. You should get back to your studies.” All you could feel was frustration, at yourself, at Jamil, at Kalim, angry heat building and collecting at the base of your throat, bursting, exploding— “No.” You push your chair back, gather the used dishes while Jamil blinks at you in surprise. “You know what? I’d actually prefer to uphold my end of the chores as your roommate, thank you very much.” And then you turn on your heel to dispose of the plastic containers. “At least rinse the cups before you throw them out!” “Alright, alright! …germaphobe.” “I heard that.”

He could continue babying Kalim, he already made it clear that you couldn’t intervene.

But like hell you were going to let him do the same to you.

[...]

To say that Jamil was relieved would be an understatement. If he had to endure another school year as Kalim’s roommate, his hair was going to turn gray and he would eventually be sent into a heart attack somewhere down the line.

Before move-in day, he already had a system in mind for keeping the shared room in order. But for you to shut that down and suggest something as tedious as dividing the chores…

Insert “Press X to doubt” meme here.

If you could make an itemized list of his annoying quirks, Jamil could easily write a dissertation on your shortcomings as a roommate while including a detailed appendix of tables and anecdotes.

But that was more effort than it was worth, he’d have to settle for the worst offenders:

You work in “organized chaos”

To Jamil, that is a made-up term.

If you really knew where everything was, then why did it take you at least ten minutes to dig through your belongings for your lecture notes?

Sure, he can respect your diligence towards all of your classes.

He already has his hands full with attending to Kalim, he wasn’t going to clean up another person’s mess.

But those first few weeks of the semester, goddamn.

Origami birds from practical magic nestling in a corner of the cabinet, potionology ingredients and alchemy reagents stored along with the snacks, and your many, many failures at decoding ancient texts just sitting there, undisposed.

He won’t admit it aloud, but old habits die hard. If you confront him about it, he’s giving you the offhanded excuse that he just did it with the rest of his usual cleaning.

(It was an extra two hours of getting your workspace in order, but hey! Now you don't have to trip over your things.)

Isn’t it just easier to function when your things are easy to locate? (Now stop glaring at him and tell him that he’s right 🔫🔫)

*Even though you’d try your best at keeping your things from getting mixed up with his belongings, there were still some…accidents…

“Jamil, have you seen my pollinator mimic? “You brought another one back to the dorm?” “I-It wasn’t finished! I still wanted to make some adjustments and the two hours we were given wasn’t enough and—” “What does it look like?” “It’s supposed to be, um, a ladybug about this big?” Slightly larger than your hand, oh. Jamil knows where it went. He saw its antennas peeking out from underneath your bed, mistook it for a roach, and burnt it to a crisp. “Aah, never mind, I’ll just remake it.” You give a dismissive wave and open up your textbook. “Sorry for bothering you.”

A part of him felt guilty at keeping that hidden from you.

But that went quickly away when the damn thing landed atop Jamil’s head.

You think out loud

Sometimes, Jamil wonders if you forget that you aren’t the sole occupant of the dorm.

You do know that he can hear every little curse and complaint you utter towards your coursework and professors, right?

(How envious, having the freedom to say such things.)

No, what especially annoys him are the times when you’re intent on being heard.

If you’re having back pain, then don’t fall asleep at your desk.

If you’re tired, then set some alarms and rest in bed. (No, stfu about waking up earlier, do not sleep on the floor! It’s d i r t y.)

There’s no forcing productivity. If nothing’s processing, then let yourself rest.

(And every time he’d make an attempt at helping you, you would give him a flat, distrusting look. Why were you suddenly treating him like an Octavinelle student?!)

When Jamil said that he wanted a roommate who had their priorities in order, he didn’t ask for the additional nighttime podcast.

“No, that doesn’t sound right, I must’ve messed up somewhere…” “Oh, so this catalyst causes this reaction, and this catalyst-with-a-similar-fucking-name causes a different reaction! Ughhh, I can’t memorize all of this in a night.” “This professor wants a full literature review done before Friday, does he think we’re fucking scholars?!” “If I flunk this, I could just make up the grade with the final exam, right? … Yeah right, that’s a stupid plan.” “...Why do I get the feeling that this guy didn’t do his part… Ugh, he should present this all on his own then.”

(Sure you were saying all that, but the steady hold on your pen, careful control of your magic, and intense focus on your schoolwork said otherwise.)

The rare moments that you pass by each other on the main campus, he’d see you animatedly conversing with the same professor you were cursing out or nose-deep in the nth remake of whatever homework you were close to crumpling up.

And every single time, you’d manage a polite smile and wave.

He has no trouble returning the short greeting, but the sight of you sent a flare of irritation through him.

Oh, that earnest, hardworking spirit of yours, he hates it very much.

You monopolize the bathroom

Well, Jamil thought that you were. Camping out in there, keeping the place all for yourself.

Until you step out—face blotchy, red-rimmed eyes, phone clutched in a damp hand—Jamil reflexively backs away to let you pass. Keeps silent.

It isn’t until after you retreat to the bed area that he speaks up.

“Are you…” “Oh, y’know, it’s just the usual, my grades and being a disappointment and whatnot.” You play it off with a wet laugh. Jamil then sees the semi-crumpled test papers on your desk, turns one of the pages over, sees the red marks. “Wasn’t this the test you studied all night for?”  “I don’t want to continue talking about it.” “...Alright.” Jamil returns the paper to its undisturbed state.

Trust him, he would like to leave it alone.

But the frustration of not having one’s effort pay off, of pouring one’s self so deeply into one’s work and having nothing to show for it…

Jamil knows that all too well. And to know that you struggled with something similar, he can empathize.

(He’s not at all used to being a hapless bystander, passively watching this lousy attempt at feigning to be a good student.)

Despite what you say, he’s not completely heartless. But don’t give him that benevolence shit either.

The next time that you pull an all-nighter, maybe he’ll leave out a portion of his migraine medication before he goes to morning training.

The next time that he tutors Kalim, he’ll offhandedly invite you along and maybe assist you with the parts you’re struggling with.

If you were going to be something, then at least be some kind of burden. Jamil has handled plenty of those in his life.

Call him a creature of habit, but there’s an ease that comes with your routine as roommates.

“I think Kalim brought over too much again.” “The Asim family doesn’t skimp out on their gifts.” Jamil sighs. “But it’ll be fine. I can put away the leftovers.” “Dude, these aren’t just snacks anymore, this is a meal for like ten people. Let me help with some of it—” “Looking for an excuse to get out of studying, aren’t you?” “Shut up, man!”

Sure, you had your own problems, but at least a part of him knows that you don’t have to be coddled.

You were stubborn about returning the favor, he doesn’t hate that.

A/N: i wholeheartedly believe that jamil was born a virgo because he'd be too powerful if he were chill. like imagine if he were all three: talented, pretty, and relaxed. idk it's too much for my piddly insect brain to handle. NE ways, thank you once again @jessamine-rose for being a wonderful betareader! your input is Super Helpful in fighting my second-guessing. I'd also like to thank @/viperwhispered again for making the post that largely inspired this 🥰🥰i like seeing ur takes on jamil's chara tagging a bunch of my fellow jamil simps hi it's me again, back back back again: @mochimiyaas @kaechannn @anxiously-sidequesting @merotwst @twstgo

[sgtmickeyslaughter]

Thank you so much @callivich for taking the time and effort for coming up with these questions, and thank you @such-a-barbarian for tagging me also!

This got long lol

What’s a fic you’ve read more than once? 

one of my favorite generas of fic is shameless Mickey worship and for that I aways come back to from head to toe and the many things Mickey Milkovich has been called, Unforgiving Touches and the Feeling of Their Bruises. 

also, in no particular order You’re Tough To Love When You Don’t Love Yourself, the broad shouldered beasts series, sincerity is scary.

for something a little smutty go back to sleep has always been a favorite of mine

and as always, my favorite fic of all time Boy In The Box

What’s a gifset you always have to reblog? 

i love that gif set of Ian sniffin’ on his husband, also I think there’s one thats a compilation of Mickey’s best smiles through the series, gorgeous.

this beautifully edited (?) gifset I stg this is better quality than the actual show idk how they did that

this gorgeous art/gifset is awesome also!

this one is very important to me but man it hurts

another heartbreaker

everyone say thank you gif makers!!!!

What’s a fanart you love looking at?

I literally just saw this one for the first time, it immediately went to the top of my list!!

Its so beautifully done and captures the tone of the original piece so well while also transforming it into a unique moment and commentary on intimacy in their own relationship, ugh, gorgeous 

What’s a headcanon you can’t stop thinking about?

creative mickey! the best thing season 10 gave us was mickey and his notebook. i just know when Ian sees that thing come out post canon a part of him locks up in genuine fear

i don’t really think he gets into art persay, but just being a creative thinker, figuring out how to run their business, decorating their apartment, building ian a garden on their balcony when he gets put on the waitlist for the community garden

What’s an idea you’d love to create if you had the time/inspiration?

so I had this idea very vaguely floating around in my head for a while, but it wasn’t even remotely formed, let alone developed and then suddenly last weekend the plot just came to me in that beautiful and cruel way inspiration comes and goes, but it will take forever to write because I want the pace to feel very slow and syrupy and a little dream (or nightmare) like.

i dont want to give away the plot but its very southern gothic, slight true crime elements, cults, slight age difference (younger Mickey)… anyways if anyone from the rural south wants to be on call to explain geography and culture to me, hit me up 

i also have an idea for a dirty filthy, nasty smut fic but i would have to post it anonymously i wouldnt be able to look anyone in the (virtual) eyes

What’s something you’ve discovered since entering this fandom? A new trope you love? A different analysis of the show? Something else?

in all seriousness, analyzing Shameless as a show overall is so interesting, understanding each of the characters as case studies in different particular expressions of being raised in poverty, which is what makes it twice as upsetting when someone is like, ‘why would this character do this, thats so stupid’ and the answer is that statically speaking that character was actually very likely to do that because of the circumstances they were born into and the way they’ve been affected by that throughout their life, but okay. I also noticed that a lot of people on here are not from America and I always wonder what their take on the social/political reading of the show, if it feels familiar at all etc.. 

i also remember the first time someone commented under my fic to be like, ‘why are you giving Mickey a pass Ian did this’, and someone else commented underneath that ‘oh well Mickey did that so he’s a bad person etc.’ and it was just so upsetting to me, I dont see a lot of that on my dash but I just personally believe that if you are judging teenagers/young adults who are in the middle of their first major mental health crisis or who have suffered unimaginable abuse and neglect their entire life, you need to recalibrate your empathy levels 

What’s your favourite season? And has this changed after multiple rewatches of the show?

I love love early seasons (1-3) there is just something so nostalgic about it and as a show that’s when the writing was at its most creative and interestingly paced

also who doesn’t love baby gallavich?

What line/dialogue/description from something else (a poem, a book, a tv show, a movie, or something else) do you feel describes Ian and Mickey’s relationship? 

Ugh Im so sorry I am going to have to add all the lyrics to In Your Love by Tyler Childers, the inspiration for my first fic title because it is the most perfect song to encapsulate the passion between them and the work and sacrifices they put up for each other

What’s a plot hole you wish had been answered or resolved?

where is mandy? where the fuck is my girl?

also the fact that kevin had a son with v’s mom and just, has no interest in a relationship with him? like that made the story easier for sure but it doesn’t make sense with his character

What scene or moment do you feel isn’t discussed enough?

guys, there is not a scene in this show that we have not done to death already (affectionate)

and you know what? we’ll do it again!

but just for the sake of it, the “would you take care of me if i was paralyzed” scene, you can see that Mickey is almost idk, hesitant? but that’s because he’s really picturing it and that his yes is genuine and thought out, and ian’s face of wonder when he realizes that he has someone who loves him unconditionally and forever? earth shattering

What do you think is next for Ian and Mickey post-finale?

listen, i think the laws of television writers being assholes would dictate that they would give a break up (and maybe reconciliation) arc which is my least favorite television trope

but irl? (u know what i mean) i think they do have some hard, stressful times both out of their relationships and in it and realize pretty quickly that they have to work as a team and lean on each other and it only makes them closer

i also think that they simply refuse to sleep without each other, like one night when Ian gets stuck at the gallagher house taking care of sick franny mickey will drive over and sleep in the twin bed with him or if mickey gets wasted on a night out with sandy and debbie and his battery runs out he’ll stumble his ass home instead of going with one of them when they offer even if it takes forever

and ian grows his hair and stubble out to look like it does in the most recent photos (fluffy mullet) and mickey adores it he can’t keep his hands off his husbands head it’s a sensory dream

Thanks again for tagging me!

i’ll tag @stocious @mybrainismelted @sirrudo @solitarycreaturesthey @juliakayyy @jrooc @jezzibelle89 @i-think-you-mean-reduction @iansw0rld

[honeybeeloxs]

 Well, Blow it Off.

Ethan Landry x Original Male Character Originally posted on Archive of Our Own

THIS CONTAINS SOME SPOILERS FOR SCREAIVI SO AVOID AT YOUR OWN RISK!

WEDNESDAY | 7:26 PM | NEW YORK CITY

Quinn and Riley have been friends since 11th grade; however, keeping up with her was physically impossible, and her being 'sex positive' didn't help it at all, but she was his friend. Nonetheless, he still loved her like a sister. Once she moved in with Sam, Riley rarely saw her only in film class, but that was it, so here he is walking alone on a Wednesday Night, a bit weary because of what happened to Ms. Crane; I mean, just last week both of you were talking to her about how terrible the 'STAB' movies are, I mean come on Riley couldn't get past the first one without making Quinn want to choke him.

DING DING DING...

'QUINN'

ACCEPT DECLINE

"Hey, I'm almost there," you said, looking behind you and constantly ensuring someone wasn't following him while a frown crept as your thought of Ms. Crane.

"Okay, well, can you hurry? She's driving me crazy, y'know?" Quinn snapped back, and by her tone, you could tell she was annoyed.

"With who?" you ask curiously.

"Who do you think?" Quinn snaps back quickly.

"Ah... Is it Sam?" his pace stops as you look around.

"Yea, I know she's my roommate, but she can be a little overbearing," she says calmly.

"Anyways... have you talked to Ethan today? You started questioning your boyfriend. I've been calling him; however, he isn't answering his damn cell, which is odd."

"I heard he had some study group, Anika saw him, but that was it. Well, she's in the living room with Mindy and all, but yeah." your best friend said on the other line, which is weird.

"Okay, off-topic totally, but I'm heading to the mall tomorrow after class; you should come; I mean, I don't have my license, but your daddy's a police officer, so I think he'll let me off with a warning," you say to Quinn while looking at a Bodega.

"I mean, maybe, but-" he interrupts Quinn. "Oh, Hold on, another call," However, Quinn tells you to blow it off. "Hello?"

"Hello." the unknown caller responds.

"Listen, I hate to be blunt, but I think you got the wrong number," you said with venom as your eyebrow raised.

"What's your favorite scary movie?" the caller asks.

"I don't watch them, a bunch of shit anyways. I'm more of a comedy or thriller type of person," he tells the voice on the other end. "Listen, bud; I gotta run, so bye." you hang up on him; weird, right? You need help remembering the plot of that movie. It probably was nothing, and honestly, I haven't seen any Horror movies since 'STAB'; however, that was years ago.

"Who was it?" Quinn asks curiously.

"Don't know, some weirdo asking me what Horror movie I liked," you respond to her. "Well, anyways, I'm at the front door. Can you buzz me in?" you tell Quinn.

WEDNESDAY | 7:48 PM | QUINN'S APARTMENT

"Hey, Riley. Anika chirps happily to see you.

"What are we watching?" he asks curiously, wanting to know.

Anika pauses for a minute, trying to think of the movie before Mindy, sitting at the dining table, says, 'SAW 3.' Anika turns to him and nods.

"Ugh, I hate those movies. It's not scary. It's just gross; I hate the torture porn shit." you say to Mindy, with your back facing the TV.

Quinn starts groaning from her bedroom, and you roll his eyes and look at Anika. "Guess she's with her 'boyfriend' again." but the groans start to get a little violent, and bangs from her room.

Worried, You get up. "Quinn...? you okay...?" he says while Mindy tells him to return to the couch, but you approach the door. "Quinn?"

Quinn's body shot out of her room, landing on top of you, staining your neon green cardigan; confusion. plasters your face before Sam pulls Quinn off your body. You panic and try to get up with Anika and Mindy trying to pull you up; however, Mindy gets slashed in the arm, and Ghostface kicks you in the nose with his boot causing blood to spill all over his white pants; he grasps your neck with both hands and begins to choke you.

Anika tries to shove Ghostface off of him. However, he turns and stabs her in the stomach before pushing her into the fireplace. He feels lightheaded before Sam slams a knife block against the attacker's face. Anika and Mindy run through the front door while Sam and I flee to Quinn's bedroom and push her dresser before her door, knocking on her framed photos on the floor.

"Hey!" A man from the next apartment screams at Sam. "Don't worry; I got you." he tries to hand Sam a ladder.

"Are you crazy?" Sam replies with disbelief on her face.

"You got any other ideas?" he replies, staring her down.

"No." Sam takes the Ladder and places it on the window seal. Sam crawls through the window and tries to cross.

"Sam, Hurry!" You say to her as his bleeding nose stains his clothes while Ghostface tries to kick down Quinn's bedroom door.

Climbing up onto the window seal, "shit..." he mumbles as his bloody hands grab the Ladder and try to move my legs; looking up at Sam, my face scrunched up.

"Guys, I can't," you yell, tears brimming his eyes. However, Ghostface breaks down the door, and you quickly crawl onto the Ladder.

"BEHIND YOU!" Sam screams at him as she tries to crawl out the window frantically; she waves her hands, gesturing in a come-on motion.

You look behind him, scream, and crawl across the Ladder quicker, but Ghostface grabs the Ladder and tries to shake you off.

"Riley, give me your hand!" Sam screams and grabs Riley's hand as the Ladder falls below

CLANK

The Ladder makes a noise as it hits a dumpster below, You try to hold onto Sam's hands, but his blood-covered hands make it more challenging the neighbor pulls on his cardigan, pulling him into the apartment.

THURSDAY| 10:03 PM | NEW YORK CITY

"Anika went to the hospital and said she's alright, but the stab wound was deep, so Mindy's with her." you overhear Sam saying to Tara; you can't say you're unhappy. Anika is a close friend; she tried to help you when Ghostface strangled you for a good minute. Ethan showed up; he's your boyfriend, but you suspected him and asked him where he was.

You felt terrible within seconds for suggesting that Ethan was a murderer and had also attempted to kill you after he told you what seemed to be the truth. He presented you with a solid alibi, and you regretted your assumptions in seconds.

"I thought we were close? I mean, we are dating." Ethan says as he crouches down to you.

You believed Ethan was right about those things. He hugs you, and you apologize; Ethan pulls you in for a kiss.

[tomaytow]

i have seen your tags! so i must say: how about making that another time about jealous venti rn time? only if you're up for it though!

again i am very sorry for this late response but here’s a snippet from a fic (that’s actually all abt jealous venti in a modern setting LOL <3) said fic is 5/6 done so here’s a preview in case i won’t get it finished; 

cw: a lil suggestive. (i should calm down honestly.)

Drowning in your reviewers and notebooks, you bump your forehead on your study table. 

Ugh. 

This. Is. Too. Much.

They can’t expect us to memorize this all! You glare at the piece of note card you made. You wrote acronyms for this stupid topic just so your brain can get familiar with it, but unfortunately, there are so many! And it’s not even a major subject!

“Hi, my Windblume,” There are arms that encircle your waist, and you take a deep breath. Venti’s voice during this time is able to calm your nerves. He presses his front to your backside. “You seem frustrated! Take a break—just for twenty minutes will suffice.”

You glance by your shoulder with a sly smirk. “You just want me to kiss you, don’t you?”

Venti lets out his signature giggle, “Bingo. Now come on—“ He yanks your hand forcefully, and you topple over with a shriek. Venti’s so strong, sometimes it scares (and amazes) you. For someone his own size, who knew that this delicate looking man can generate so much strength and power?

(Oh, isn’t he part of the archery team or whatever…?)

You return to reality when Venti pokes your waist, making you squeak. “Ah! Venti! Don’t do that!”

“Thinking about other people rather than me?” Venti pinches your cheeks, “I’m hurt~ aren’t I supposed to be your distraction?”

You remove his hands on your face, but you still keep holding it with yours. “I was not thinking of other people. I was thinking about you.” Then, you find out where you’re sitting now—on his lap. “Venti, aren’t I heavy? I should get off.”

Venti firmly squeezes your waist. The way his fingers dip on your skin makes you blush a little. He puffs his cheeks, “No, stay! I want you here. Please, love?”

How can you say no to his puppy eyes? With a defeated sigh, you forfeit. “Okay.”

“Yay!” Venti smiles joyfully. “Kiss me? I will be your stress–reliever! Let it all out to me, Windblume—your frustrations, your irritations, the whirlwind inside of you. Tell me all about it.”

You’re really thankful that you have Venti as a lover. He’s just so sweet, understanding, and supportive. He’s one of the main reasons why you can withstand college.

You’re not reluctant to tilt your head and latch your lips with his. It’s so soft. But instead of sweet candy, there’s a taste of the bitterness of the black coffee he consumed. “I hate my professors.” You kiss him again. He kisses you back this time. “I hate them so much—they’re giving us so many projects when they’re aware that it’s midterms week.”

Venti’s eyelids flutter in content. “Have you talked to your professors about it? Aah, mm—windblume...—“ He murmurs, “If… if there are any problems such as this, it’s better to talk it out with them…hmm…”

“I–It’s futile,” you say, and you kiss Venti again and again. “There’s nothing I— I can do anymore when they’ve already made up their mind…” 

You add with a small pant, “Even Albedo can’t negotiate with them…”

You continue your slow pace when Venti suddenly deepens the kiss. Your toes curl and your heart skips from the abruptness. When you detach away from him, you muster up the courage to say something. Your chest heaves up and down as you whisper a “V–Venti…?” 

He opens his eyelids midway.

What you are witnessing right now—it’s a flushed Venti.

And his eyes… they’re filled with want.

You feel like a prey under a predator’s gaze.

It takes him a while to respond. Both of you are catching your breaths. You’re not sure of what’s happening right now. The way Venti looked at you, surely, he’s not…

The room is so hot right now.

You’re disturbed from your thoughts when Venti buries his whole face on your chest. You can hear his muffled voice— Windblume… 

He sounds a little upset, you think as you feel his hold on you tightens.

“What’s wrong?” You dip your head down to thread your fingers on his hair. You scratch his scalp tenderly, “H-hey. What’s wrong, my needy distraction? Are you finally realizing that I’m stopping the circulation of your blood flow, and that I must get off?”

He makes a noise akin to a scoff. As if, he probably wants to say. Venti clutches you closer. “Stay.”

A demand?

“A–alright.” You smile. “I will. But only for like, sixteen minutes.”

Venti lifts his head a little to reveal his beautiful eyes. He still has his nose and lips dug to your sternum as he speaks. “Thirty minutes.” Though subdued, you manage to understand. 

“I have to study,” you gulp nervously. “Midterms will kill me.”

“But I’m your boyfriend,” Venti nuzzles into you. Archons, he is so needy. “And isn’t it your responsibility to cater my needs?”

You narrow your eyes at him. Very needy indeed. “Amazing. What should I do next, then?”

“Ahaha, kiss me.”

“Again?”

“Yes.”

“You really are distracting me from my studies. Do you want me to fail?”

“Of course not. But kiss me. Please?”

[69misato69]

Hostile (Alhaitham & Kaveh) ✦ 900 words, fluff and angst

archive of our own ✦ twitter

masterlist pinned on my profile !

alhaitham is wounded during a semi-friendly spar with kaveh and he offers to heal him

cw: blood, flesh wound, kissing

“I guess you’re getting old, Haytham.” Kaveh swung his claymore over the Grand Scribe’s head effortlessly with a sly grin. Alhaitham barely dodged the attack, feeling a few strands of his hair fall loose with the sharp blade. He scoffed in frustration, “Please, do you really think you can take me down with that horrible balance?” 

Kaveh chuckled while he twirled his weapon around as if it was lightweight. “Whatever you say, grandpa.” he jested, they paced around each other for a few seconds to rest and catch their breaths. Kaveh could feel Alhaitham’s piercing gaze upon him, studying his movements trying to assess when his next attack would be.

Unexpectedly, Kaveh bounced off the pillar nearby, appearing from behind him and landing a strike that finally touched the scribe, scraping the black piece of fabric that covered his forearm and a thin layer of skin along with it. 

“Fuck, what was that for?” Alhaitham winced with pain and dropped his sword, a narrow stream of blood was trickling down his elbow. Kaveh stabbed his claymore perpendicular to the ground, leaning on it nonchalantly, “It’s a duel, not a tea party.” The grimace on Alhaitham’s face replaced itself with an angry look, 

“We’re working on defense, you idiot.” he growled, but the blonde was still unfazed.

“And? You need a realistic strike to counter, don’t you?” 

“You’re unbearable.”

Kaveh laughed and slowly stepped towards him, “Hey, this was your idea.”

Alhaitham ignored him, he was busy trying to stop the bleeding and cursing under his breath. Kaveh peeked at the wound, instantly rolling his eyes to the back of his head, “Ugh, it’s not even that deep, stop being so dramatic.” he whined. Alhaitham rewarded him with a deadly look, one that was worth a thousand words, so Kaveh deemed it necessary to change his course of action.

He closed the gap between them even more, now approaching the scribe with a softer tone.

“You know, I could help out.” 

Alhaitham went silent for a moment. It was true, Kaveh could simply heal him, it would take away the wound and the terrible stinging of his abused nerves that came along with it. All it took were the invigorating vines that would sprout from inside his palm. Though, was it worth giving him the satisfaction? Alhaitham imagined the triumphant smirk that would form on his lips afterwards, and the nagging he’d have to endure until they returned home, it was enough to make the scribe decide against it, “I’ll pass.” he spat out. 

Kaveh stuck his head over Alhaitham’s chest, pretending to evaluate the wound further, “You sure? Now that I’m seeing it up close, it looks pretty serious. Could leave a mark.” it was easy to hear that he was holding back a laugh. 

“I hate you.”

“Hate is a pretty strong word.”

“I know, that’s why I used it.”

Kaveh pouted, “Come on, let me help. It won’t even take a second.” he lifted his palm to face up, already summoning viridescent seeds until Alhaitham held his wrist with blood-stained fingers, “Kaveh, let it go.” he looked into the blonde’s eyes in exhaustion.

To his surprise, Kaveh didn’t protest. He squeezed his hand into a fist, melting away the cores and then placing it on Alhaitham’s waist. “What are you doing?” the scribe asked calmly, he was fed up with Kaveh’s shenanigans, not just today but he had been for years . Strangely enough, he also felt a sense of familiarity in them. If there was one constant in his life, it was that Kaveh would always be there to annoy him, to eat his food, misplace his belongings and ruin his day in the best way possible. 

“I’ll just give you a kiss to ease the pain.” the blonde cupped his cheek with his other hand, the hint of mockery in his voice had now vanished. “Very funny.” Alhaitham derided. He expected Kaveh to break off his serious expression, purring a snarky comment before he pulled away. Yet, he didn’t do any of those things, instead he moved even closer to Alhaitham’s face, examining the sharp features of his beautifully sculpted visage.  

“I’m not joking.” he smiled softly, leaning in to press his warm lips onto his roommate’s. Alhaitham was frozen in place, his eyes open wide with shock as the blonde closed his. The scribe had never seen him from this distance, he realized that without the mocking expression and the irritating comments, Kaveh was actually…very pretty. 

So, Alhaitham kissed him back, pecking on his bottom lip and allowing Kaveh to push his back against the cold, stone surface. The blonde smiled over their joined lips, trailing the entrance of Alhaitham’s mouth with the tip of his tongue. Then, just as the scribe attempted to wrap his arms around his neck, Kaveh shuffled away with a hazy look.

Alhaitham stared at him in confusion as his roommate turned around.

“Alright, pick up your sword. Let’s go home.”

Kaveh had already thrown the claymore over his shoulder. Alhaitham was distracted enough to reach for the emerald weapon with his wounded arm, noticing it at the last moment and bracing for a wave of pain. It never arrived. He looked down to examine his skin exposed through the ripped fabric, but the wound had already vanished. All that remained were faint traces of Dendro, dissipating into the air. 

[saenora]

me & koca did it w aomine and kise so now u do relationship hcs w shoichi !!!!!! <3

TORI DO UOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW I JUMPEDDDD WHEN I SAW THIS. I WAS IN BED AND BOOM SUDDENLY I AM SMILING THINKING ABOUT ABOUT ALL TEH SHIT I AM I M GONNAAA WRITESHHDH

THIS IS A THESIS NOW OKAY. THIS IS GONNA BE SO LONG. BECAUSE HE WAS MY FIRST BLORBO TO GET HIS OWN PLAYLIST. AND MY LONGEST BLORBO.. 2014 ZEN YOU SEEING THIS?!

we’re definitely extremely bold individuals but soft and melting when together. WE’RE ICE CREAM IN 50 DEG C HEAT. He makes me go uwuw with taht smile.

PLEASE I BEAT HIS ASSLEFT AND RIGHT IN MATH QUIZZES. UGH HOW SELF INDULGING BUT I WAS THE HEADGIRL IN SCHOOL… I HAVE HEIRARCHY which just boosted his ego when we started dating… _-_ #CERTIFIEDBASTARD #SNAKE

@t-aomine YOU ARE THE REASON WHY WE DATING… he is too uptight to ask me and i scofff at his EXISTENCE. INAM SURE WE BOTH APPORACHED YOU ASKING ABOUT EACH OTHER TT_TT……

he gets all shy and is skippy… when I AM AT PRACTICE TT_TT. I KNOW YOURE DRAGGING ME THERE TORI.

he thought he was dating some hotshot intimidating chick… he is IN DISBELIEF WHEN HE LEARNS HOW MUCH OF A WEIRDO I AM as we progress. He feels cheated by fate but ITS PART OF THE CHARM PLEASE… i can make him blush REALL HARD. MY FLIRT GAME IS A1… so pussy over pride exception. #HESNAKEIAMCHARMER

DATING HIM MEANS… PLAYING PARENT TO THE TOUOU TEAM. I LOVE THEM BABIES SMDJDJ. I am getting them bentos. ESPECIALLY FOR SAKURAIIII. I HAVE ADOPTED HIM.

Shoi is psychic and good at reading people. so i mess w him all the time telling him how wrong he is… but yes he catches on it very soon and SO NOW I GET AFFECTIONATELY BUT ROUGHLY MANHANDLED IN PVT.

HE GIVES BEST PRESENTS, never forgets any dates/anniversaries… and never gets angry… and is literally the most supportive and patient w me….. sobs he let me handle my stuff… But if stuff gets out of hand… YOU AWAKENED HIS THIRD EYE FR. RIP YOUR SOUL. ITS THE FIRST TIME I’VE SEEN HIM LOSE PATIENCE. HE IS AWFULLY SO HOT.. I AM HIS CERTIFIED SIMP.

HE IS A CHEERLEADER

ALOT OF STUDY DATES bec other than that we dont have time and we’re dead serious abiut it. tho they do end in heavy makeouts pleaae.. HE STIMULATES MYBBRAIN I AM- _-_

WE RE DEFINITELY A VERY FAST PACED COUPLE. EXTREMELY FAST PACED. THATS WHY THE DOORS ARE ALWAYS LOCKED. SORRY KIDS. AND EXTREMELY LAID BACK.

HIS EXTREME CHILL NATURE AND MY ANXIOUS SELF… HE KISS SHUTS ME UP ALL THE TIME.

HE IS SNARKY AND SARCASTIC DURING AHEM AHEM. but i fuck him dumb <3

SNEAKING IN OUT OF COLLEGE DORMS ALWAYS. WE BREAK RULES ALOT…

OUR SONG <3

[alj4890]

Love Drabble

(Maxwell Beaumont x OC*Sherry Alcantar) in a Choices The Royal Heir Drabble

A/N In my Dark TRR AU, All Through the Night, I created Sherry to be Maxwell's love interest. She chased after him, determined to make him love her like she did him in that mystical AU and I loved her for it. I've been wanting to see what she could do in a normal world without magic and monsters. So, in this drabble, she is still a cousin to Rashad, and has decided to chase down Cordonia's celebrated author when he travels to Hollywood to discuss The Royal Romance's sequel.

I've lost my tag lists 🤦🏻‍♀️ So I have no clue who might want a Maxwell Beaumont drabble 😂 So whoever sees this and likes it. It's for you.

Masterlist

One Way or Another

Cordonia...

"Sherry," Rashad ran his hands down his face, "I'm not going to do that."

"Please!" Sherry pleaded. "You actually know him! All we have to do is fly to California-"

"No." He interrupted.

"And find out where he's staying. Then--"

"No." Rashad said a bit more emphatically.

"We'll then just casually bump into him and you can introduce me," She smiled a tad deviously, "your beloved cousin, and then I'll take it from there."

"Sherry." Rashad dropped his head back. "I'm not going to help you chase down another man. I've played this role in the past, and it always makes it awkward for me when I run into them after you've gotten tired of them."

He waved around the luxurious main drawing room of his duchy.

"I actually live near him and see him regularly at court functions! I'm on the council with him!"

"And Lady Hana." Sherry reminded him

"And Lady Han--," he abruptly cut off what he was about to say.

"Ugh." Sherry flopped back on his couch. "Why don't you just tell her you like her already?"

Rashad leveled a glare upon his cousin. He adored Sherry, but she was entirely too pushy and too sure when it came to matters of the heart. She didn't understand that normal people needed to move at their own pace.

"Fine. Don't end your, how many years is it now? Three?" She asked.

Rashad barely nodded.

"Don't end your three year longing from afar for Hana." She pushed herself off the couch. "I'm not waiting on Maxwell Beaumont to notice me."

"Why him?" Rashad perched his hip on the arm of a chair. "What made you finally notice him?"

Sherry shrugged. "While stuck on a photoshoot in Bora Bora, I read the first Royal Romance and I knew he was the one for me." She winked at him. "That's why I rushed home."

"Uh huh." Rashad studied her a few silent seconds. "If I do this-"

"I knew you wouldn't let me down!" Sherry bounded over to hug him.

"Once I introduce you to him, I'm done. No more helping you chase him until he dates you." Rashad gripped her upper arms. "Agreed?"

"Agreed." She clasped her hands together. "I'll go finish packing. Our flight leaves in three hours."

"Our flight leaves in..." Rashad couldn't believe her nerve in assuming he'd just give in to her demands.

He watched her skip out of the room as if this was something normal.

Shaking his head in exasperation, he wondered how Maxwell would react to being in a relationship with her.

He knew it was inevitable. No one stood a chance against his cousin. He only wished he could warn the poor guy.

************

"Which one?" Sherry held up two dresses.

Rashad sighed as he set a contract he was studying aside.

"I like the black one." He responded.

She dropped the red one and dashed to her room to change.

"You sure he'll be at the premiere?" She yelled out.

"Yes." Rashad got to his feet to pour a needed glass of bourbon. "Liam told me that they'd all been invited to Ryan Summers 's latest film." He took a long sip. "Ever since he played Maxwell in the first film, they've become good friends."

Sherry stepped back out and did a slow twirl. "Well?"

"You look nice." He straightened his tie. "Let's get this over with."

"Cheer up." She walked over to help him when he made it even more lopsided. "Hana will be there." Her lips turned up in a teasing smile. "Maybe you'll be able to get ten words out this time instead of the usual five."

"I can talk to her." He grumbled.

"I know you can." Sherry grasped his arms and shook him. "Remember that you're a catch too. She'd be lucky to have a man like you love her."

His frown turned into a shy smile. "You really think so?"

"I know so." She stepped behind him to push him towards the door. "Now let's go get our love stories started.

***********

Afterparty...

"Great movie." Maxwell responded. "I give it five stars."

"Thank you." Ryan replied, including the rest of the Cordonians he'd come to know in his gratitude. "It means a lot to me that you all came for this event."

"Are you kidding?" Riley teased. "We couldn't disappoint Maxwell 2.0 by missing this."

"Maxwell 2.0?" Ryan repeated with a laugh.

"That's what he calls you." Drake rolled his eyes. "What is it he says about Summers?"

"Ryan is an excellent imitation but he'll never be the OG." Hana promptly quoted.

The group chuckled while Maxwell sputtered to assure Ryan that he really did do an excellent job as The Royal Romance version of Maxwell Beaumont.

"Thanks." Ryan didn't bother to smother his laughter. "I have some more guests to greet." He waved as he walked away. "But come find me later to talk about the next book."

"Now what do we do?" Drake asked.

"Enjoy the party, of course." Riley told him.

She linked her arm with Liam's, smiling when he asked her to dance.

"I'm going to the bar." Drake snagged a few hors d'oeuvres along his way.

Maxwell breathed out a long breath.

"Are you all right?" Hana gently placed her hand on his arm.

"It's hard keeping up the Maxwell Media Mogul persona." He looked about at all the famous, important faces. "I feel out of place half the time."

"Well, we think you are doing great." Hana told him.

"Really?"

She nodded with an encouraging smile.

"Thanks Hana." He slung his arm around her shoulders, squeezing her close. "You're the best."

She hugged him back. "I think I'm going to see what desserts they have, would you like me to bring you back a plate of something?"

"Yes, please." He begged. "I think this is a night to both stress eat and stress dance."

She giggled while promising to bring him back enough treats to relax.

He watched her leave and felt his nervousness return.

"Maxwell?"

He turned around with a ready smile, only to stare in surprise at the sight of Rashad with a stunning date on his arm.

He'd always thought the man was in love with Hana.

My powers of love detection must be way off, he thought to himself.

"Hey." Maxwell greeted warmly. "I didn't know you were coming to this."

"Neither did I." Rashad let out an oomph when Sherry elbowed him. "Have you, uh, met my cousin, Lady Sherveen Alcantar?"

Maxwell studied the gorgeous face for a few seconds.

"I don't think I have." He held his hand out.

She took it, smiling up at him. "I've been hoping for a chance to meet you."

"You have?"

She nodded, stepping closer. "I'm a huge fan of your books."

"You...you are?" Maxwell colored some under those mesmerizing gray eyes of hers. "Thank you."

Rashad rolled his eyes as he stepped away. "Excuse me a moment, I see someone I need to say hello to."

"Say hi to Hana for me." Sherry told him, keeping Maxwell dead in her sights.

Maxwell swore he heard Rashad curse as he walked away.

"So, uh, Lady Sherveen--"

"Call me Sherry." She insisted.

"Sherry." He smiled once more at her. "What's been your favorite part from my books?"

She bit down on her bottom lip while gazing up at him through her long lashes.

"I loved every part you were in."

The tips of Maxwell's ears turned red over that complement.

"Ah. Um." He took a step back when she moved even closer. "I, I was around for a lot of the uh drama and romance."

"I know." Sherry cornered him back against a wall. "You became a man I have been very anxious to meet."

He swallowed nervously, eyes darting around for one of his friends to help him. He didn't know why he felt the need for backup, but something about this woman made him anxious.

"In fact, you're the reason I am ready to come back to Cordonia."

He stilled, brow furrowed in confusion. "Me?"

"Yes." She grinned up at him. "I thought the court would be filled with proper, dull people obsessed with etiquette and waltzing. If I'd known someone fun like you was there, I'd have quit my job and come straight back home for good."

"You would?" He began to relax in finding a kindred spirit. "I'd um, I'd have liked that." His dimples deepened with his grin. "I mean if you'd have been there."

Her eyes cut to the crowd at the party once more as she felt the beginning of a plan form. "You want to get out of here?"

"And do what?"

"Have a night on the town of course!" She grasped his hand giving it a playful tug. "We're in the City of Angels! The club scene alone here kicks this party's butt much less all the cool places one can get into trouble."

"Trouble?" He felt his desire to escape with her fight his brother's dogmatic teachings that he couldn't embarrass his family and friends. "Maybe we should stay here."

Sherry pouted playfully. "You're really going to let me go off alone to have a good time?"

His eyes widened again. He didn't know this woman. He knew she was Rashad's cousin, but other than that he had no clue who she really was. And yet, hadn't he not known who Riley was when he first invited her to Cordonia?

Look how great that turned out, he thought to himself. I ended up with a new best friend and helped Liam find the love of his life.

Maybe Sherry is destined to become a new friend. A really, really hot friend.

"Let's do it!"

Sherry's effervescent smile caused his heart to feel like it was doing somersaults.

Her eyes darted around the room until she found the closest exit. She leaned in even closer to Maxwell, allowing him not only a generous view of her cleavage but also the enticing scent of orange blossoms to tease his senses.

"When I give you the signal, go out that door." She whispered.

"What's the signal?"

Sherry flopped her long back hair over her shoulder, winked at him, then took off running.

Maxwell let out a startled whoop and ran after her.

This, he thought with a grin, was going to be one crazy night.

*************

Outside, Maxwell whistled in appreciation when the valet drove up in a red Aston Martin DBS.

"This yours?" He asked.

Sherry slid into the driver's side and winked at him. "Maybe."

His eyes widened. "Whose is it?"

"I'll tell you later." She shifted into first gear, revving the engine. "You coming or what?"

Swallowing with a quick glance around for cop cars, he hopped over the passenger door. He landed perfectly in the seat, snapping his seatbelt in place.

With a delighted laugh, Sherry hit the gas and sped off into the night.

"So...where to?" Maxwell asked.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?"

He gulped. He didn't know why he was filled with the need to impress this serendipitous woman, but he was.

"Let's do something unexpected!" He exclaimed.

"Unexpected..." Sherry pulled out her phone and made a quick call. "Hey! I'm calling in that favor you owe me."

Maxwell watched her charm her way into getting what she wanted.

"There we go." She tossed her phone into the cupholder and shifted into a higher gear. "Something unexpected coming up!"

***********

A little while later...

"Where are we?" Maxwell whispered as they walked up to the back of a large building.

"You'll see." Sherry took his hand, guiding him towards a plain looking door.

She carefully knocked in a tempo that he swore was Queen's We Will Rock You song.

The door cracked open, giving a bare sliver of light.

"You got mud on your face." A voice whispered.

"You big disgrace." Sherry whispered in response. "Kicking your can all over the place."

The door opened all the way much to Maxwell's shock.

"After you." Sherry gently pushed him through the pitch black doorway.

He reached back and gripped her hand. He had the most uneasy feeling that he'd just entered the beginning of his downfall.

And for some strange reason, he believed the woman who had brought him here would save him.

As they followed a shadowed figure up six flights dimly lit stairs, he began to imagine all the nefarious activities that awaited him when they reached their destination.

They'll cut me open and harvest my organs leaving me in a tub of ice. Or, they'll kill me. Maybe hold me for ransom. Bertrand will never pay what they ask for. Sherry could sell me as a sex slave.

That last thought had him thinking about Sherry possibly wanting him for her own slave.

They'll want to steal my ideas for my next book. Get all the dirt on Liam and Riley. Nothing they can do will make me reveal anything! They'll--

"Here we are." Sherry turned around towards Maxwell with a black cloth in her hands.

Oh my god, she's going to kill me!

"Close your eyes and lean down."

He blinked and slowly did as she asked.

Her smile was so excited.

Are all murderesses this happy with their intended victims?

She tied the black scarf around his eyes.

"Can you see anything?" She asked.

"No." His voice cracked.

I hope I don't see the weapon she chooses.

She took his hand again, lacing her fingers with his.

He was tugged forward. He thought he heard some clicks and then a door shut off in the distance.

"Keep your eyes closed." Sherry ordered.

"Okay." He mumbled, bending down once more so she could untie the scarf.

Sherry felt her heart melt over his face being so close to her own. His eyes were shut tight like a little boy's would be waiting on a present. She thought he was so adorable that she couldn't resist trying one more thing with him before he opened his eyes.

She tenderly cupped his face between her hands and pressed her lips to his.

Maxwell jumped in reaction, yet kept his eyes shut.

So it is a sex slave thing.

His arms wound around her waist the moment she moved closer to his body.

This definitely isn't the worst way she could kill me.

Sherry broke away, breathing hard from the passion in his response. She looked up at him in awe that she'd finally experienced the perfect kiss.

She'd certainly kissed enough men in the past to know when it was the one she'd been dreaming of.

"Can I open my eyes now?" Maxwell asked.

"What?" She ran her fingers through her hair then straightened her black dress. "Let me um, let me get you into position."

She moved him a little to the left then turned him around. "Now."

He opened his eyes then blinked until the room came into focus. His lips parted on a gasp as he looked around.

"What is this place?"

"I brought you to MoDS." She grinned up at him. "The Museum of Dream Space."

"Wow!" He stepped forward into a room of colored lights that made it look like something from another world. "This is incredible!"

Sherry beamed as he exclaimed over how cool this museum was.

"What made you think to bring me here?" He asked, darting into another room designed to give a new light experience.

She lowered her eyes. He could tell in the softer lights of this room that a blush was forming.

"I don't know." She clasped her hands behind her back. "I guess I thought from the way you write, that you would appreciate something like this."

"You thought right!" He twirled about in the next room they came to, trying to take it all in.

He noticed her mysterious, onset bashfulness and reached behind her for her hand.

"Dance with me." He yanked her into his arms.

"Dance?" She laughed, returning to her former confident self. "Here?"

"We have different colored sparkling globes all around us." He explained. "This room is crying out for a dance."

"Then we need music." She told him.

"Already taken care of." He held his phone up with a grin.

"A slow song?" She slipped her arms around his neck. "I pictured you picking something more up tempo."

"Maybe I wanted an excuse to hold you close." He grinned, leaning down to kiss her.

"Maybe you don't need an excuse." She rose up on her tiptoes to meet his lips with her own.

Sherry felt her heart nearly beat out of her chest with how much this second kiss was more perfect than the first.

"Wow." Maxwell mumbled against her lips. "We really should do that more often."

All she could do was nod in absolute agreement.

"You want to see the other rooms?"

He shrugged. "I don't think they'll be near as perfect as this one."

Sherry giggled, pressing another quick kiss to his lips. "We won't know how perfect they are until we get in there."

"So an experiment, hmm?" He winked at her, taking her hand once more in his. "I'm down for that."

**************

A few hours later, the two were sitting near a brightly lit fountain, eating fast food, and talking about everything that came to mind.

"Okay, I gotta know." Maxwell waved toward where they'd left the car. "Whose is that?"

"Part of me wants to mess with you some more and either leave it a mystery or say I stole it." Sherry grinned at him. "But since you are so cute, I'll tell you the truth."

"I knew my adorableness would open doors for me one day." He mumbled around a huge bite of his burger.

She giggled, stealing some of his fries. "It's mine. Or at least, exactly like mine. I rented this one here."

"Nice. Is yours back in Cordonia?"

"Uh huh." She finished off her burger and searched for a napkin. "Domvalier."

Maxwell reached over with his napkin to wipe some mustard off her chin.

Their eyes met. Grins formed the longer they looked at one another.

"So? Since you clearly have the best taste in cars," Maxwell got to his feet, snagging her hand along the way, "Wanna take me out another night on the town once we're back home?"

With a smooth move, he had her back in his arms, forehead touching hers.

"Ummm," she replied with a laugh, "no."

Maxwell jerked back in surprise. He'd been so certain she liked him as much as he liked her.

She grasped his tie, pulling him down into a long, deep kiss.

Her silvery gray eyes held his ocean blue as she whispered.

"I'm going to need a lot of nights on the town with you."

[invisibleraven]

Gift hug + Flynn/anyone??

Flynn barely looked up at the knock at the door, too absorbed in her needlework, merely calling out for whoever it was to enter. Glancing up she saw it was her lady's maid, Carrie.

"Afternoon milady, your father bade me come get you." Carriesaid, giving a tiny curtsey.

"Ugh, what does he want now?" Flynn groaned, setting aside her embroidery.

"He didn't say I'm afraid," Carrie said. "Just that I was to fetch you-at once."

"Which never means anything good," Flynn surmised. "Let's hope it's not another suitor. You would think after the disaster with Lord Danforth Evans he'd give up."

Carrie sniggered behind her hand and Flynn smiled at her. The poor girl had been their chaperone when the young Lord Nicholas had attempted to steal a kiss and ended up in the fountain for his troubles. Flynn had outright refused to see him after that, had even returned his apology gifts. Her father hadn't been happy about it, but trusted Flynn to know her own mind-usually.

Only when Flynn entered her father's study, Xavier wasn't alone. There was an unpleasant looking man there and a nervous man around her own age, eyes trained on the rug.

"Florence, this is the Duke Mercer, and his son, Alexander," her father said. "He is inquiring after your hand."

Shit, this was serious. Her father never called her by her real name unless necessary. Even at his most irate, both he and her mother referred to her as Flynn, a name she had given herself at a young age. And if a duke was calling on her father, a mere baron, she was in trouble. There was no higher position that could possibly be offered her, not with the princes both happily wed. She knew then that her future was sealed.

"Pleased to make your acquaintance," she said with a nod of her head. "Though I must say I had hoped for a more romantic proposal, and to know my intended for some time before it happened."

"Pish, my son is of good stock, will offer you a title and wealth. You will have a lifetime o get to know one another," Duke Mercer said. "And as long as there is a male heir, you never have to see each other after that, we have many estates you can make a home in."

Flynn kept her features still, even if every fibre of her being was screaming at her to slap this man. "What say you Lord Mercer?" she asked.

"I am agreed with you," he said, voice soft. "May we at least take a walk before any agreement is struck?"

Xavier mercifully stepped in and agreed-as long as Carrie chaperoned them. The duke's face showed no disagreement, so the three of them set out. Carrie walking a few paces behind them, close enough to overhear them, but not so close as to make it obvious she was listening.

Alexander seemed a little stiff as they walked, not even looking at her. "Fine weather we're having, isn't it?' he finally remarked.

"You'll forgive me Lord Mercer if I would rather discuss the more pressing matter of our engagement than the weather," Flynn said.

"Of course," he said, ducking his head. "I must confess I had no say in the matter. "My father has declared that he wishes me wed, and he has exhausted more.. titled ladies. Most women would prefer a man who can show them any... romance?"

"You are not a romantic soul then Lord Mercer?" Flynn asked.

"Not with women, no," he admitted. "And it's Alex, please."

"Then you can call me Flynn," she replied. "And it seems we are in the same boat."

"Meaning?'

"I have no desire for men any more than you have for women," Flynn confessed. Tried to avoid looking at Carrie, and failed. Loved how her companion blushed, also failing to avoid her gaze.

"Ah, I see," Alex said. "I think your Carrie would get on well with my valet William then." He winked at her and Flynn's smile grew wide.

"Then I think we can reach an understanding regarding our marriage," Flynn replied.

The planning took no time at all, and soon enough, Flynn found herself wed to Alex, and bit back a smile when Carrie was more than overjoyed to join her at his home. Helped her undress after the ceremony and meal, asking Flynn what else she might need.

"Nothing right now, thank you."

"Perhaps a congratulations?' Carrie offered, holding her arms open. Flynn nodded and flew into Carrie's arms, savouring the moment, and unknowing to Carrie, slipped something into her apron pocket.

"Thank you Carrie, for everything," Flynn said sincerely. "Your care for me has kept me going through all this. I have no idea how I'd ever get through any of it without you."

"Luckily for you mistress, you'll never have to find out," Carrie said, bobbing in a curtsey and left.

Later that evening, as she undressed, a slip of paper fell from her apron, Carrie scooping it up, and grinned as the words registered.

I may his wife, but my heart will always be yours. Come find me after you retire and we'll enjoy my wedding night as loves should.

Carrie lit a candle and took off. Shared a smile with Willie as she saw him slipping into Lord Alex's chambers. And flew into Flynn's open arms once the door closed behind her.

[acourtof-stars]

Uncle Cassian saves the Night (Acotar shorts)

This is one of many shorts i will be posting. i will be writing all sorts of different shorts for both Acotar and Tog. :)

FIND ON A03

Nyx is having trouble sleeping and his uncle is able to save both Exausted parents.

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“Nyx, darling you must sleep” Feyre Hushed her crying son.  Both she and Rhys had been running back and forth into their sons room for the better part of the night. It had been a rough night. Usually, Nyx was a great sleeper but tonight he was just not having it. They had already read him three stories, gone Potty, and sung him multiple lullabies multiple times, And each time they would close his bedroom door he would start to cry.

Both Feyre and Rhys were Exhausted.

Rhys had suggested that he just Cry it out, But Feyre refused.

“we are not leaving our crying child to cry alone”  she hissed at him. Giving an apologetic shrug, Rhys dragged a hand through his hair.

“Nyx sweetheart lay down for Mummy” Feyre Begged, But He just shook his head. A Headache starting to set in She gave a sigh, Grabbed her two-year-old son, holding him in her arms.

The only thing she could think of to calm him was to walk him around.  she paced the entire room.  She had paced it about eight times before She tried to place him back in his crib.

TRIED, being the key word.

He barely hit the mattress before he started crying again.

“Ugh…. Nyx you really need to sleep, mummy and daddy need sleep as well”

So again, she picked up her son and didn't even bother pacing before going straight out the room and into the study.

Rhys was sitting at his desk when Feyre entered. practially asleep before nyx giggled “Daddy”

“Hello my son. What are you doing up terrorising your poor parents” Rhys Yawyned as Nyx walked over to his father. Picking him up Rhys bounced him on his lap. Feyre sitting down on the sofa.

“What should we do, he won’t sleep” She yawned.

"I don't know" Rhys admitted.

“Rough night?” came a voice from the doorway. Cassian stood there, watching Rhys, beaten and exhausted, bouning their son on his lap and Feyre, who had her face cupped in her hands in exaustion.

“Won’t sleep. We’ve been trying for Three hours but no luck” Feyre Groaned from the sofa.

“Sounds like his father, doesn’t want to miss anything” He chuckled, walking over, taking Nyx from his brothers lap.

“Uncle Cass!” Nyx laughed.

“What are you doing up my Illyrian warrior?”

“No sleep” He Yawned but still playing with the red siphons on his hands.

“Let me try” Cassian Offered His high lord and Lady.

“Oh… Cassian we couldn’t possibly” Feyre protested but Cassian shrugged and gave a large wolfish smile. “Nesta is with Gwyn and Emerie at their book club. I have nothing else to do, please. He is my nephew after all”

Behind his desk, Rhys thanked his brother Before Cassian left, Nyx in his arms.

"We're going to make this up to him" Feyre spoke from the couch.

"oh of course. " Rhys gave a sly smile. Feyre grabbed a throw-pillow and threw it at her mates face.

"i mean it. he didn't have to do that. he's our son-"

"and he's family" Rhys intergected. "Come, let's get to bed. we'll probably be up all too soon, Cassian pounding on our door when Nyx has a dirty diaper or shouting Nyx bit his finger" He laughed.

Feyre gave a light chuckle before they made their way to bed

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the sun shone when Feyre awoke, warmly in bed next to her mate. giving a large sigh she turned over to stroke her mates broad chest. stopping before her hand ever reached his chest that's when she noticed...... it's quiet.

flinging herself up from the bed, blanket and sheet's falling on the floor, Rhys gave a grunt.

Feyre was flinging herself into some clothes.

"What is it?" He said grogily from the bed.

"It's almost Nine and Nyx hasn't made a sound. when has he ever done that?" She said.

Cassian had put Nyx to bed. Everything had to be fine, Cassian loved that kid like his own. everything was ok, she reassured herself.

"Enjoy it" Rhys mumbled before turning over, falling back asleep.

"Prick" She hissed before she left the bedroom.

when she got to her sons room, she opened the door to have her heart flooded.

sitting in the rocking chair, covered in blankets was Cassian. on his chest laid Nyx, fast asleep.

And that was the moment Feyre Realised how lucky she was to have such a great and loving family.

[anthonyjlockwood]

You spam me a bit on the last one of these, so now I spam you! *Evil laugh*

😊🥰📚😂😭💖✨🔁

aaaaaaaaaa okay fine maybe i deserve this 😂

😊 A fic that made you smile on a bad day

answered here!

🥰 A fic that gives you warm fuzzy feelings

answered here!

I'm... going to put the rest of this under a read more I think, there are too many questions 😂

📚 A fic you wish you could display on your bookshelf

Ugh, i love everything about this fic. the plot, pacing, concept, characterization, setting..... EVERYTHING. the readability (is that a word? i'm making it a word) is great and I remember reading it towards the beginning of my JATP journey, so there's an undertone of nostalgia involved with this one, too!

Fic summary:

“Oh! Apparently, there are 36 questions that are designed to make anyone fall in love with anyone,” Reggie says, eyes wandering over the page. “That sounds easy.” Luke peers at the article and snorts. “Yeah, right. You mean to tell me that if I do these with Bobby’s dad, I will fall in love with him? Sounds likely.” Reggie shrugs, a grin tugging at his lips when he meets Luke’s eyes. “We could try it. Scared to actually fall in love with me, Patterson?”

or, Luke takes Reggie on a camping trip to the woods in an attempt to cure his writer's block and gets a little more than he bargained for.

by @sunsetcurveofficial / goodluckgettingtosleep on ao3

😂 A fic that made you laugh out loud

This one makes me laugh because, while it does have some funny moments, I also actually just laugh that there’s angst in it at all, and that it’s my fault 😂

Fic Summary: Luke hears a rumor about Julie, and decides to confront her. Silliness ensues.

by @valiantlyweepingdreamer / BoyMom on ao3

😭 A fic that ripped your heart out (but it hurt so good)

OH MY GODDDD, this fic 😭😭😭

Any fic that deals with Luke running away/Luke's feelings in general, I tend to gravitate towards, because those are also the kinds of fics I like to write. But THIS ONE... definitely one of my favorites, and it's one that I don't think I've talked about too much. The whole journey this fic goes through, of Luke navigating his feelings about running away and letting his friends be there for him, is AMAZING.

Fic Summary:

Reggie studies him for a moment; Luke can practically hear the cogs turning in his head. He squints his eyes and tilts his head a few degrees before asking: “Do you think you made a mistake, Luke?”

There’s no judgement in his voice, no expectation for a certain answer, just pure curiosity, and maybe a hint of friendly concern. Luke lets out a frustrated groan before throwing his hands up.

“I don’t know! There are, like, wanted posters out for me, Reg!” he exclaims, voice pitched embarrassingly high. “Doesn’t that mean the police are involved? There’s probably a huge investigation going on or something. Fuck.” - or, being a teenage runaway is harder than it looks. luke would tell you that he’s handling it pretty well, given the circumstances. his friends would tell you that’s a blatant, bold-faced lie. but don’t worry—they’re working on it.

by @cassiopeiakaleidoscope / cassiopeiakaleidoscope on ao3

💖 A drabble that made you want 100K more words

i don’t think this qualifies as a drabble but i absolutely would read a 100,000 word version of THIS ONE

Fic Summary: Bobby has some Thoughts, and Luke won’t leave him alone until they’re gone.

by @tillstarscollided / tillstarscollided on ao3

(seriously emi WHERE'S THE LUKEBOBBY FIC OP 👀😂)

and!! i actually have two answers to this!

THIS ONE THIS ONE THIS ONE

Fic Summary: Bobby is a winter sunrise, and Luke is happy to revolve around him.

Ughhh @valiantlyweepingdreamer I need several thousand more words of this one too, please 😂

✨ A fic you wish you could read again for the first time

this one……… one of my favorites ever <3

Fic Summary:

“It’s three in the morning, Luke!” The phone on her nightstand glows brightly, a sharp contrast to the rest of the room. It takes the blue light boring into her brain, forcibly waking it up, for the situation to sink in. When Julie turns back to Luke, her outrage has faded into alarm. “What’s going on?”

Thunder rumbles in the distance; a lightning flash illuminates Luke’s face. Ice water floods Julie’s stomach, drenching her like the storm outside. She‘s never seen Luke so frightened before — not about the jolts, not about crossing over, not even when he remembers dying. Luke isn’t afraid of things, usually. Tonight, he looks terrified.

“It’s Reggie,” Luke says, shaking his head. “You gotta come. Something’s wrong.”

( side effects of coming back from the dead may include... 4. you can get sick. really sick. )

by @julies-butterflies / thessalonike (starblessed) on ao3

and finally...

🔁 A fic you’ve re-read several times

The Luke and Ray dynamic is so beloved to me… I don’t even know why, I just love them 😂

Fic Summary:

Luke doesn’t know when his mom yelling at him became preferable to the quiet conversations, the ones where she’d squeeze his knee and remind him that she wasn’t mad, that she loved him, that she just didn’t understand why he kept putting his music before her and their relationship. All he knows is that when he was younger, her approval meant everything, and when she’d choose soft words and a softer tone over harsh tellings off, it would dig deep, but it was a relief, not to be yelled at.

Please pay heed to the trigger warnings

by @a-tomb-with-a-view / A_Tomb_With_A_View on ao3

[captainhysunstuff]

Transcript:  The Chain - Mom was Worried

The Chain - Mom was Worried comic

Sayu:  Welcome home!!

Sachiko:  *gasp*

Light:  Hey, Sayu.  Hi, Mom.  I--

Sachiko:  *sobbing* It’s been so long...

Light:  I know.  I’m sorry...  Hey, it smells good in there~!

Sayu:  *sniff* Y-yeah!  Get in here already!

*They eat dinner, then have TV time*

Sayu:  Ooh~!  The new Ryuga movie’s on!!

Sachiko:  Sayu!  Let your brother choose!

Light:  Ha, it’s fine~.

*Later, Sachiko and Light washing dishes*

Sachiko:  *grumbling* Running off like that... With Misa...

Light:  Geez, I said I was sorry.

Sachiko:  Well, you still could’ve kept in contact.  Let us know you were still alive!

Light:  Mom, what did you think we were doing?  It’s not like we went cliff diving or something.  We just traveled a bit.

Sachiko:  Ohh, it’s not that.  It was just so... unexpected.

Light:  Huh?

Sachiko:  I mean...  Top of your class, just started college... Then you just disappeared with that girl out of nowhere?  What was I supposed to think?

Light:  Oh.

Sachiko:  It didn’t make any sense.

Light:  I guess it was pretty spontaneous, huh?  Sorry.

Sachiko:  I still don’t understand it.  Did you really need to just... drop everything like that?

Light:  Well, haven’t you even wanted to start fresh?  Have a change of pace?  Like a vacation.  Get away from everything for a minute, y’know?

Sachiko:  Hmm...

Light:  *thinking* Hmph.  Some vacation.  Arranging my own imprisonment to divert suspicion and get my sworn enemy into the perfect position for me to kill him... only to get physically and emotionally attached to him because of a gross miscalculation and poor sleeping habits.  If anything, being at home is my real vacation.  Lying to my family is a lot easier than dealing with all of that.  Funny how that works.

Sachiko:  Well... I began to wonder...

Light:  ?

Sachiko:  ...If we... If we drove you away somehow.

Light:  Mom...

Sachiko:  Thinking back, you did seem more withdrawn.  Ever since you stopped playing tennis, actually.  I always chalked it up to you focusing on your studies, becoming a detective.  I didn’t even question it.  I even encouraged it.  I thought it was what you wanted.  I thought you were happy...

Light:  Mom!  Stop it!  Of course I was!

Sachiko:  Were you really?

Light:  *thinking* How transparent have I been?!

Sachiko:  The more I thought about it, the more I realized...  You... lost your passion?  Your enthusiasm?  I don’t know.  You still excelled at everything:  your schoolwork, your extracurriculars!  I was so proud of you, but...  You’d never invite your friends over, or even mention them.  You’d never suggest we go all go out somewhere together.  Not that people can’t enjoy doing well in school and working hard, but when I look closer, you just seemed to be... going through the motions.  Not enjoying it.  *sniff*

Light:  ...

Sachiko:  *sad laugh, crying* What kind of mother doesn’t even notice her own child’s misery?  I’m sorry, Light.  I’m so, so sorry for not realizing it sooner.

Light:  !!!  No!  Mom, it wasn’t like that!  *uncomfortable, thinking* Ugh, don’t cry...

Sachiko:  *sniffle* Sorry.  *sniff* Ugh.  It’s no wonder that Misa-Misa of all people managed to lure you away...

Light:  Wait...  Do you... not like her or something?

Sachiko:  !!!  What?!  Oh, no no!  Nothing like that!  ...Well, maybe a little, if only for stealing you away like that.

Light:  *snort* I figured.

Sachiko:  I mean, she’s cute and all, but are you really serious about her?

Light:  Like I told you, we’re not really seeing eye to eye right now.  I mean, that’s why I decided to come home after all.  To clear my head a little.  *thinking* That’s not entirely a lie...

Sachiko:  Hmm.  I just thought you’d choose someone more...

Light:  Eh?

Sachiko:  Oh, never mind.  If you two do manage to make up... I won’t get in the way of your happiness.

Light:  Um... Thanks?  *sighs, thinking* Can we please stop talking about this now?

Sachiko:  Buuuut, you’d better tell me when you have kids on the way.

Light:  *chokes* WHA--

Sachiko:  I wouldn’t mind some grandkids.  I need to be ready~.  *chuckles*

Light:  MOM!!

Sachiko:  *laughs, then stern* Seriously though, take your time with that.

Light:  *more uncomfortable, thinking* Can we please stop talking about this???  PLEASE??