#regect me so I can move on

[n1rvana34]

maya reject me so I can move on 🙏 ❤️

[cafecourage]

Can I have King! Time trying to find Reader who's hiding from him during a gala?

Any interpretation of this is fine! 🥰🥰

Yes ma’am!! And I’m making this targeted. Love you <3

Author smirks at him, “why not? I’ll be at Prince Sky’s birthday party. Find me and maybe I’ll consider your courtship.” It’s a dare Time couldn’t find himself refusing, with all his life he has never met anyone like the benevolent Author.

The day she came into his life the wheels of his fate started to turn once again. Slowly the day to day grind of his immortal life brightens as he had her to look forward to. Time was quick originally to have the Author as an ally, as he was getting too caught up in government work to help his citizens. He trusts her with his kingdom wholeheartedly.

Which is what led him to this problem to begin with. As a dragon by nature Time was greedy, he wanted to claim Author as a part of his horde and court her offically. Techically he has already put a claim on her, but it was more like a way for the castle's staff to know she had his permission to be in the castle.

But now…. now it's different. Time wants to properly court the human, and while he wasn’t regected outright, he wasn’t given a yes. “Fine.” He finally says after a bit, it wouldn’t be fun now to instantly track you down. After all, he has the whole timeline in his hands to watch. “But as to not make this boring for either of us. I won't use my magic, and limit my dragon sense.”

The Author's face went from confident to confusion, but in the end she went with it. What’s the point of a hunt if it's over in 5 seconds after all?

Honestly he wasn’t going to join the ball for all that long originally. His normal routine would have been to say hello to those he knows and leave to more quieter areas. Then when the party dies down reappears like he has been there the whole time and leaves officially.

This party was also going to be the most chaotic one he has seen so far. With not only Author coming in her civilian form. Time was pretty sure he noticed a familiar witch pass by him.

That wasn’t his problem tonight. He silently just wishes Sky luck as the prince was dragged off. Time turns to scan the crowd now that most if not all guests have arrived. Time couldn’t help but wonder if Author was watching him, waiting to see if he would figure it out.

For once Time didn’t know how to start with this, his sense of smell is limited since the room is full of people and dragons. So it was by vibes and vibes alone. Which he assumed it was the point of all of this game. Moving to the buffet table as he wanted a drink hopeful he can get rid of the small migraine he was suffering from.

He was looking through the crowd only half looking for the Author. The night was still young and he still had time to look for her, he watched as Twilight socializes more with people his age. While even though his Nephew was being tormented by his friends in a slightly polite way but Time was proud of. His gaze shifts to the other people on the sidelines.

Someone catches his attention.

A royal blue he was familiar with flutters and weaves through the crowd almost making a bee line to the balcony. Time’s curiosity peaks as most of the time if someone did that something happened. He put down his wine and head out to follow the lady. Mainly just incase something did happen he could let Sky know. The prince is a no nonsense person so he wouldn’t want anyone to be harassed at his own party.

The cool air was a relief to his small headache, it was nice to have peace and quiet. Time reminded himself he wasn’t here for peace though. He looks around for a second before noticing a small figure in the corner resting on a bench. He wanders over causally as he tries to assess the situation. The Lady doesn’t look hurt, or sad, or angry. She just looked tired. Her dress while Time couldn’t confirm due to poor lighting also looked fine so he could check harassment off for now.

“Mind some company?” He asks gaining the attention of the other guest.

She looks up at him wide eyed before straighten up. “Of course your highness.” She said softly as she moves to the side for him to sit.

“Please don’t worry about formalities.” Time saids as he sits downs “is everything ok?” He asks as that was the reason why he was here.

“No!” She looked panicked a bit “I mean… I’m just tired. I haven’t been to one of these in a while.”

Time hums and looks at the windows into the ballroom. “Understandable. I don’t particularly like these types of events either.” He shrugs “but I am here for my boy and friends. Unfortunately I can’t leave.”

This earns a small laugh from her that made his heart flutter a bit. “I guess even the King needs to let his hair down.” She said looking up at him with a small sparkle in her eyes.

Time’s brain had to reboot itself as he knew this person. He didn’t realize his scent is on her because he was so overloaded from being inside. “May I ask why are you here?” He said not giving away much but his suspicions were growing.

“I was going to meet someone here.” She whispered as if she was worried about something. “But I couldn’t find him.”

“Ah…” That made him feel a bit guilty “I am sorry… for making you wait then.”

“Huh?” They locked eyes, she was in shock while Time couldn’t figure out why. He had already claimed her as apart of his treasure. Courting or not Author was special to Time. He loved her and she helped his kingdom. That realization must of dawned on her. “YOU CHEATED!” She accused him, which made Time burst out into laughter.

[pompompurinwrites]

Idia x GN!Reader (Smut)

This is my first smut😭I swear I will get better also I tried so hard to make Idia in character so I hope he really is<3

TW: smut, Yandere-ish behavior

Word count: 1.1k

(when I use italics it will mean inner monologue/their only think it in their head)

Idia had thought of you many times before. About how you looked so hot, how you always seemed to smell amazing even in gym class, the way your uniform pants really accentuated your ass.

He lived and breathed to see you under him and taking every inch like the good puppy you were. He wanted you. He needed you.

This time he will have you all to himself. There is gonna be no Grim, Ace, Deuce or any of your other friends to come In-between you two.

Idia found the perfect way for you two to be alone together. He had Ortho ask you weeks ago to do this anime marathon with him and to his surprise you said yes. Maybe you said it out of pity or maybe you said it because you genuinely wanted to spend time with him, either way it don’t matter because you’ll be with him.

*knock*

*knock*

*knock*

“Idia, its Y/N, are we still gonna have the marathon or are you not feeling it?”

🦗

🦗

🦗

“Idia?, should I-“

“NO! Hold on I’m getting the door!” Idia tucked away his inappropriate thoughts and grabbed the door handle tight enough his knuckles turned white. It’s happening! OMG ITS HAPPENING!! EEEEEEEEE!!

“H-hey, Y/N I thought I told you 9:00, It’s only 8:30?” Idia was delighted you arrived earlier it just means more time with you but he wasn’t prepared mentally for you yet.

“I thought we could start it early!” You became a little flustered “I also wanted to see you a little sooner.”

Idia was baffled. His hair started to turn pink and, now so was his hair. You wanted to see him? He can’t wait to show you what he really planned.

“C-come in!” Idia moved out of the way so you should slide in.

“I have everything set up and I bought all your favorite snacks and drinks!” Oh great seven let them love it!!

“Thanks Idia, I brought you some snacks and drinks too!” You giggled “Sooooo, should we start?”

“Y-yeah, yeah!”

☁️☁️

“Idia, you have been acting funny for the past 30 minutes.” Your eyebrows furrowed “What is wrong?”

“I’m g-good!” Idia slowly started to feel the sweat come down his face.

“You don’t look so good, should I get Ortho?” You couldn’t tell what was up with him. Is it me? Did I do something to upset him?

“Y/N, p-please, uhh, well I-!”

“Oh!” You look at Idia then look down.

Idia’s length was beginning to look pretty prominent in his pants.

“I’m sorry, I can’t control myself when you look like that!” Idia was bright red “You look so hot!”

You go to move away from him but he grabs you by your wrist. “Please, just sit and stay!” Idia’s voice is very desperate and, yet a little threatening. You sit and stay. Just like you’re told.

“Touch it, now.” Idia’s once weary voice turned commanding.

“I don’t know how.” Idia’s gaze falls on you but only for a second. Grabbing the edge of his pants and boxers he slides them down. Slowly his nimble fingers touch his member. He them takes it into his hand and reaches for yours. You let him, your curious.

He switches his hand for yours. You grasp it firmly and squeeze. Idia let’s out a soft gasp. “Y/N, up and down.”

Slowly working your way in an up and down motion was really working on him. He kept clenching his fists and panting.

“Am I doing good?” Your voice sounded so sweet to him he could only nod. You were not oblivious to the acts of sex nor were you to porn, you know what you had to do.

You move your body closer on the bed. Lowering your body and head so it’s closer to his length. Before you can put your mouth on it Idia pushes your head down hard, if it wasn’t for your hand in the way his shaft would be to the back of your throat.

Up and down. Is all the went through your head, it felt so good to be used like this. Idia may have been seen as some social regect but that man is really packing.

“Y/N, good so good.” Idia was encouraging you to move your hand so you can take more. Sucking, slurping, pants, and moans were all that filled the room, not even the TV could drown out the noise.

“I have wanted to do this since I first seen you.”

“You’re Perfect.”

“I need you and, only you.”

“Y/N, can you take all of my cum?” Idia looked down at you and continued to slam your head down, sloppily, and quicker than before. “Please, please, swallow all of it.”

You feel a warm sensation roll down the back of your throat. You pull your head back up and look to Idia. You swallowed just like he asked and now you want more. “Idia, please touch me too, it’s not fair.”

Idia grabs you roughly and positions you on your back. Sticking his fingers in his mouth and making them wet. He takes them to your entrance. Slowly sliding one finger in and then two fingers. Thrusting them in and out at a consistent motion.

Your soft pants give him more confidence. He slides in a third finger. You feel so good, you don’t even know if you can make it to the best part. You hold out and tell him “Idia, I’m ready, please fill me up.”

Idia wastes no time in discarding his pants and boxers. His only focus is you and he is gonna make you love every second of it.

He lines up with your entrance and it fits perfectly. It’s like you two were made for each other.

“Ah, Idia it hurts.” You clench around him unintentionally.

“Y/N, j-just breathe, please its ok.”

His hands gripped your thighs for support. He was going faster and faster. You felt like you couldn’t hold out anymore.

“Idia, I feel like I’m-“

“Hold on, you can’t not until I say so.”

“O-ok”

He was starting to loosen up. His thrusts were becoming inconsistent and sloppy. He was close.

“Y/N, I’m feeling like I’m gonna cum.”

“Me too, please let me.”

He picked up his pace more and more until he shot his warm fluids into you. Completely marking you as his own.

“Idia, I love you.” You panted out.

Ahhhhh!! My darling is really saying that!! I didn’t even have to threaten them!! “I love you too, Y/N.”

“I will always love you.”

☁️☁️

“Big brother, can I come in.”

🦗

🦗

🦗

“Big brother?”

“I am coming in.”

*door opens*

Aww, big brother and Y/N sleeping together, how cute. ☺️

*Cue Ortho grabbing the blanket and covering you both up more*

“Goodnight big brother, goodnight Y/N.” <3

[krak-jj]

Feb 14 2024

Valentines.

2nd year midoriya i. x 2nd year GN reader.

summary: a certain green haird boy asks you to be his valentine. let's see how the day goes.

warnings!

slight cursing!

name calling

use of y/n

slang

friends to lovers

hope you enjoy!-JJ

"alright, I can do this." midoriyas green eyes bore into the same ones in his mirror.

"i'm going to tell them." he turned to his blue haired friend

"midoriya, if I cause this much stress, maybe you're not ready to tell her," the bluenettes voice came out smoothly.

"I agree with iida, midoriya. " todorokis heterocromic eyes stayed glued on his book he was reading. "you've been implying that 'you're ready' for the past 30 minutes." the boy looks up to look at his friend. "class starts in 20." he notifies.

with a quick sigh, midoriya nods, determination evident on his facial features. "Let's go. " he instructs before grabbing the small bouquet of flowers and a handmade card.

he was going to make chocolate. but he knew if anyone caught him doing that in the common kitchen, he would be questioned. and he didn't want to do it at home in case his mother asked. so flowers it was, ones were he asked different girls what flowers should be put into it.

so there he was, with a bouquet full of red roses, daisies, hydrangeas, and a card as his two friends followed after him from his dorm room.

"Alright, midoriya, good luck," iida patted his friends shoulder as the dual hair boy nodded.

"thanks iida" he smiled nervously.

and with that, the boys parted ways. midoriya, who walked to the other side of the floor to y/ns dorm door. and the other two who made their way to the elevator.

he took a deep breath as he raised his hand to knock on their door. but before he could knock he froze. it was like his hand couldn't move to knock on the door.

as he tried convincing himself to just knock already. he finally did it.

no response.

he knocked again. no response.

"their down stairs, aren't they." his head lowered. "oui monsieur." a blonde male nodded.

"you still have time, they don't usually leave for class for another 10." he raised a brow.

"I don't think I could do it in front of everyone, what if they regect me?" He sighed as his hand fell to his sides.

"Why do you think that?" the greenette shrugged. "you'll never know until you ask them, so go, go before thst make it to class." ayoyama waved him off.

he nodded in determination before making his way to the elevator. once he made it in, he pressed button '1'.

'just get to them before they leave. that's all i have to do.'

yet he failed. by the time the elevator door opened. he could see the back of your head facing him from the other side of the glass door.

the next time he tried. you saw kendo from class b and went to say hi. without sparing a look in midoriyas direction.

and each time he tried going up to you. you were busy or leaving. it was like... you were avoiding him. but why would you be avoiding him. he hasnt done anything wrong. right?

y/n pov.

"y'know you can't avoid him all day." kirishima announces at your lunch table. "kiris, right. the poor thing looks like he might cry." mina mentioned as ahe looked over to the green haird boy.

"dont look over!" you said through your teeth as you forced her to look at you. "i just - i can't face him knowing that he knows i like him. ok?" you looked away.

"how would he know?" kirishima took a bite of his food.

you looked over at him, annoyance paintwd your face at the fact he was talking with his mouth full, but you still responded. "mina said she told him. i've been avoiding him since..." your brows furrowed.

"ohh, i completely forgot about that," she chuckled awkwardly. your ears perk up. "what?" you look at her.

"i never told him." she waived you off with a smile

"what?!" you whispered, yelled as your hands slap against the table

"whatt- i felt like it would give you the confidence you needed." she grinned.

"mina im going to-" your voice was cut off.

"y/n, can we please talk. in private."

you turned your head to catch eyes with familiar dark green ones. ones that always somwhowade your heart beat faster, a blush form on your face, hands go sweaty, and makes you stutter.

but this time. you felt like your heart stopped. "u-uh yeah- i can do that!" you sprung up. once you agreed he lead you outside the cafeteria. "midoriya...you ok?" your voice wavered.

"why havent you been talking to me? its like you're avoiding me." he stood his ground, which made you blush. you weren't used to him like this. you were used to the stuttering blushing mess of a boy.

but, you weren't complaining. "what- midoriya, im not avoiding yo-","i'm not stupid y'n, you have been, and it hurts. so why?"

you hated seeing this side of him, it broke your heart. so with a heavy chest. you opened your mouth and "-"

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masterlist

[theemporium]

i think i have a money spending kink or something bc all this sugar daddy talk is doing something to me. like i didn’t think the idea of someone buying me expensive gifts was hot until tonight with sugar daddy carlos, lando, and charles, and lance

i need me some of this irl and i need these men to regect me so i can finally move on

NO LITERALLY😭I don’t like receiving gifts or someone spending money on me but I’ll happily be their little obsession they spoil rotten🤠

[ponder-dem-thots]

vent post, feel free to ignore

i hate myself a lot. i try not too, i do self care i shower as often as i can bc it always helps even if it is incredibly difficult too do, i hang out with my friends whenever iget up the courage to ask them if they want too, i wish i could tell them this but i dont want to be a burden, i know they would probly say that i am not a burden but i still feel like i am. i have been wondering a lot why i am still alive, like why do i keep living what am i doing with my life why dont i just- ok but like i havent found a reason too live why i am still here i dont know ; but i havent found a reason to die either . . .

i want to live my life openly as a queer trans person but i cant do it- im scared, im scared that i will lose my friends, they mean more to me than most things in life i dont know what i would do without them.

im scared, both that they wouldn't accept me and that they would. i dont really understand though bc i fear their acceptance more than their regection i have been mentally preparing myself for rejection my whole life i thought it was guaranteed, but i think them accepting me might be worse bc then i would have to be myself fully i wouldnt get a do over like i would if i just moved and restarted my life i would have to learn to love myself as i am, instead of who i want to be. i dont know if i believe any of the things im writing or why i am writing them. all i know is getting my thoughts down somewhere helps me process my emotions.

i am tired and sick and scared so very scared also hungry and my stomach feels weird.

also ASLO i have these feelings for someone i know we'll call them Q. q is cool and i like them a lot . . . as a friend? . . . i am not sure. i keep on getting these urges to tell them i love them 🤔 weird for sure but like i do, i just need them to know. but i dont want a relationship i dont think it wouldn't even work bc ... i guess i havent let myself think about it actually but i DO want them to know how much i value their friendship i truly do. i also feel like im probly just too clingy :/ but i want to tell them anyway. i have rhis thing (jealousy) where i get ridiculous lly jealous of them when they hang out with out me amd its so dumb bc they r their own person and totally deserve to have awesoem fulfilling friendships aside from me DUH but my brain keeps telling me they r gonna abandon me and iit hurts to think that pls brain they dont want to leave us

ugh anyway i need to sleep what on esrth was all this about anyway

[xmalereader]

The Mandalorian X Male Reader

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I FORGOT TO TAG THE REQUESTER 😭😭 IF YOU FIND THIS PLEASE TELL ME SO THAT I CAN FIX IT!!

Requested: Hey can I request engineer!reader x Din Djarin where reader travels with Din and Din just assumed reader can't fight for shit since reader is an engineer and he's seen reader get scared of insects, but then Din is in trouble and reader comes to save him, guns blazing, like "listen you pay me to take care of the ship, not to take care of you"

Warnings: Fluff, language, engineer reader, slight violence, sassy reader, badass reader that din falls in love with!

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It has been a few days since they have landed on Nevaroo, fueling up and getting supplies for their next journey. But, of course, they couldn’t leave yet without repeating the crest. Poor thing was busted up and his partner was in charge of fixing it up.

Din couldn’t asked for some help from Greef but y/n refused the help, saying that he was the personal engineer and it was his job to fix the dam thing.

Thing is, they have been on Nevaroo way too long. They were suppose to head out three days back but because of the crest not working up, they had spent the next few days trying to fix it, but so far no success and y/n still refuses the help they are offered.

“SON OF A BITCH!”

Din is sitting in the cockpit with the child when he is startled by the loud shouting. Grogu too, gets startled, causing him to drop his favorite ball and to turn his head towards the engine room. His ears raise in alarm as he turns to Din and gives him a look. Din can only shake his head with a sign, “Let’s hope you don’t repeat those words one day.” He said as he climbs out of his seat and heads towards the back.

Approaching the engine room he hears the other grumbling to himself as he got closer.

“Stupid piece of junk! Why won’t you work?!” Y/n whispers to hismelf as he works on the wiring, reaching inside to try and fix it but ends up getting shocked instead, causing him to yelp in surprise and pull away, glaring at the thing he kicks the wall.

“I thought you were fixing my ship, not breaking it more.” Said Din, leaning against the wall with arms crossed. Y/n gasps as he turns around to see the Mandalorian. “I’m trying but your ship is a piece of junk.” He says back with a glare.

Din sighs again, he’s dealt with y/n for awhile now so his additude was nothing new to him. The two have grown so close that y/n no longer found the Mandalorian intimidating like before.

“Treat her nice.” He reminds the engineer as he bends down to check the wiring. “Dank ferik.” He can see the wiring but can’t reach it, grunting he tries to reach for it again but slowly gives up after a few seconds. “Any suggestions?” He blurts out.

Y/n hums. “You won’t like it.”

“That’s okay.”

“Are you sure?”

“Y/n.”

The two stare at eachother as y/n speaks up quickly. “The hole is small enough for the kid to crawl through.”

Din rasies a brow from underneath the helmet. He was close to regecting the idea until he gave the small space one last look, taking in the size. He looks back to y/n who only grins in return before the two slowly turn their heads towards Grogu who was standing in front of them. Watching them with big curious eyes, giving off a small coo at the two.

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“—the red wire goes where the blue wire was and the blue wire goes where the red wire was.”Din tries to instruct the kid. The two were able to squeeze the kid inside and Din had explained Grogu what he needed to do and the kid agrees to the idea with a small nod and here they are now.

Din has been trying to guide the kid on what to do but the small gremlin can only give him questionable looks, confused on what he was suppose to do.

“No—you put the red one where the blue used to go.”

Y/n sighs and rolls his eyes at the Mandalorian, suddenly getting frustrated as he crouched down and shoves din aside. “Move over tin can, the kid doesn’t know what he’s doing.” He says as he looks inside the small space and gives Grogu a soft smile.

“Grogu.” The kid tilts his head over to y/n his ears rising at the attention. “Hey kid, We need you to help us fix the wiring, you are the only one who fits and if you can help fix it then maybe we can leave early and explore another planet.” Grogu coos at the idea of exploring a new planet or at least getting to know a new area.

“Good, now listen—“ he tries to guide the child and make the situation a bit more easier for the kid to understand. “Grogu, show me the red wire.” He instructs.

Grogu grunts as he lifts his small arm, holding the red wire towards y/n with a tilt of his head. “Good job! Now, on the board you will see two colors. Blue and red, I need you to put the red one into the blue.”

Grogu huffs and gives off a squeak, questioning himself weather that was right or not? He was a child and had the mind of a child, so of course he’s going to be confused as to why the colors need to be opposite.

Y/n is quickly get the signal of the child. “Grogu, you see the red one has to go inside the blue charge because it’ll make the ship work faster and better. Don’t you want the ship to go fast like last time?” He asks, reminding the child of the time that Din spun the crest around in circles, causing the child to squeal in joy and throw his little arms up.

“He doesn’t know what he’s doing.” Said Din as y/n glares at him and slaps him on the leg before turning back to Grogu with a fake smile.

The kid turns back to the board and looks at the two different cables. Cooing he plugs the red one into the blue charge, “yes! Perfect, now put the blue wire into the red charge!”

Grogu lets out a small huff as he plugs in the red wire, causing the ship to come to life as y/n stands up and cheers. “HA!” He points at Din with a mischievous grin. “Told you that he can do it.” He folds his arms over his chest with a raised brow and a smirk on his face.

Din rolls his eyes under the helmet, “well—“ he walks over to help the kid who was trying to get down from the small height. Taking the kid in his arms he strokes one of his ears. “At least the kid is a better mechanic than you.”

Y/n gasps with a glare. “You take that back.”

“Sorry, but no.” Din shrugs and leaves the area, heading back to the cockpit where he sets the kid down and starts to check on the controllers to see what was functioning correctly this time.

After the checkup, they were ready to head out. They had all of the supplies they needed and could last for a few weeks. “Come on kid,” he nods towards Grogu. He was sitting on top of the boxes while holding his favorite silver ball. He watches Din move the boxes against the wall and straps them in. “Looks like we are good to go—“

He is cut off by a scream coming from the cockpit. Din is quick as he climbs up to the cockpit and rushes inside with blaster in hand, “what’s wrong?” He sees y/n standing by a corner with wide eyes as he points towards the pilots chair. “Kill it.” He says.

Din rasies a brow in confusion as he turns to look at the pilots chair, stepping forward he spins the chair around to see a pretty large spider on the seat. “Oh.” With his blaster he nudges the creature, causing it to move.

Y/n gasps and tries to push hismelf further into the corner. “Are you crazy?! Kill it already! Just kill it!” He shouts. The Mandalorian chuckles at the mans actions and shakes his head. “It’s not going to hurt you, these aren’t poisons like the rest.” He puts his blaster away and turns to y/n. “Didn’t know you were scared of small creatures.”

“Shut up! Spiders and Womp rats are two different things! One can easily kill you and the other just runs away!” He exclaims.

Din shakes his head. “I’m starting to think that you don’t know how to do much.” He mumbles out before turning back to the chair to remove the spider, but once he turned back he sees Grogu holding the creature in his small hands and shoving it in his mouth. A loud crunch can be heard as he chews on the thing.

Y/n gags and covers his mouth. “That’s disgusting.” He groans out and quickly leaves the cockpit to avoid the scene that he just witnessed.

Din chuckles, turning to the kid and with a shrug he says. “At least you ate something.” The kid grins back at his father and laughs.

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Din and y/n say their goodbyes to Greef and Cara, thanking them for the help and for allowing them to stay for a couple of days. Now, they can officially head out and visit another planet.

As din prepares the engines he glanced over to y/n who sat next to Grogu, playing with the kid as the crest slowly lifts off.

“Where too?” Asks y/n with a small smile as he holds one of Grogus tiny hands in his own big ones. “I was thinking that was visit Tatoonie for a bit, I need to visit someone.” Y/n rasies a brow. “Visit someone, who?”

Din smiles. “An old friend.”

The ride to tatooine was long, it took a few hours for them to arrive through hyper space and all in one piece. The crest was flying smoothly and no damage has occurred quiet yet, but hopefully nothing bad happens.

Y/n looks out the window as they arrive, taking in the desert planet as they fly over mountains and a few towns. “It looks lonely here.” He blurts out without thinking.

“Trust me, I’ve seen worse.” Din replied back as he turns the crest around and slowly lands them down in front a big building that y/n didn’t recorgnize.

“Want me to come with?” He asks, holding Grogu in his arms as Din turns off the engines and turns around to face y/n. “Best you stay here, I’ll be back quick.” He gives din a nod and looks down to Grogu who coos back and pats his cheeks, trying to cheer him up.

Din nods at the two before leaving the cockpit.

Y/n is left behind with the kid, holding him close he watches from the cockpit as The front gate is pulled away and Din is allowed inside, he watches the gates close again leaving him alone with the kid. “Alright womp rat, what should we do for the next few minutes?” He asks.

Grogu tilts his head with rasies ears, wanting to know if they’ll do something fun. Y/n laughs and heads towards the ladder, climbing down with the kid in his arms. “Their sand outside, maybe we can play for awhile?” He suggest as he drops down the ramp, allowing them to step outside.

Once y/n step out a blast of heat hits him, causing him to groan. “It’s too hot.” He grumbled out as he sets Grogu down. The child waddles down the ramp and towards the sand.

Y/n makes sure to guide the kid towards a shady area where the sun won’t hit them. After finding a perfect spot he sits down next to the kid who begins to play with the sand, making small hills as he squeals and kicks the sand around in joy.

Y/n was too distract by the kid that he didn’t notice a small pack of anoobas coming towards them. A deep growl pulls him away from his distraction as he looks up ahead to see anoobas slowly making its way towards the two.

Y/n quickly gets on his feet and pulls out his blaster. “Damn desert beasts.” He hissed out. Grogu whines and hides behinds his legs, holding onto his pants as his ears pin down.

“Grogu, get back to the ship and hide just how we taught you.” He instructs the kid who listens carefully and nods. The ramp wasn’t too far from them and as the kid makes a run for it the anoobas are quick to jolt into action. Running towards them as y/n shoots his blaster at the creatures.

Grogu whines as he climbs back inside the crest and quickly hides behind some boxes. Y/n continues to shoot at the creatures, taking one down but still having two more charging at him.

Cursing under his breath and heads back inside the crest, quickly grabbing Mandos beskar staff that he left behind and using it to defend himself. The creature jumps at y/n, he rolls away from it and uses the staff to stab its side causing the creature to scream in pain.

He holds the staff hard in his hands as he glares. “Come on you filthy mutts.” He says as he spins the staff. The two creatures circle him, he follows their footsteps and keeps track of the two, waiting for one to make its first move.

The one behind him attacks first, swinging its claws at him. Y/n is quick to suck the attack and swings the staff under the creatures legs, tripping it over as the other jumps at him. Gasping he steps back and almost trips himself. “Stupid sand.” He mutters out before the creature bounces on him.

Using the staff he holds it up in front of him to stop the creature from digging its teeth into him. Grunting he holds the staff tight as he holds the creatures sharp teeth away from him by. The creature growls and puts its weight on him as y/n screams, trying to push the thing away from him. His arms were starting to tire him out and soon he’ll become this things next meal.

Before his arms could give out a blaster shot it heard and the creature falls limp on its side. He shoves the creature away and pants, standing back up as he turns around to not only see one but two mandalorians, making their way over.

Signing in relief he lets himself relax for bit until he notices the other anoobas approaching the mandalorians from behind. Y/n’s eyes widen in worry, gripping the staff in his hands he glares at the creature. “Mando look out!” He shouts. Using his last strength to throw the spear at the creatures head as it tumbles down into the sand.

Y/n placed his hands on his knees as he tries to catch his breath. “You—you—“ he pants out and walks towards the mandalorians. “You took forever!” He points to Din with a small glare. “I almost got killed and then I had to save your life! You almost got killed by that damn thing!” He points at the creature before walking over and yanking the spear out of its head, stumbling back as he looks at the weapon. “It’s all dirty now.” He says.

“So this is who you hired?” He hears the other Mandalorian say.

“He was suppose to be an engineer...didn’t exactly expect this.” The other replied back as he puts his blaster away. “Where Grogu?”

“I told him to stay inside the ship, he’s probably still hiding inside—just like I taught him.”

“You taught him?”

“Hey I just saved your life, you hired me to fix your ship not to be your babysitter.” He shot back with a hand on his hip as he gives him a sass like stand.

The other Mandalorian chuckles under his helmet as he listens to the two argue. Y/n turns to the other and nods towards him, “something funny to you bucket head?”

His laughter dies down but underneath the helmet he is smiling. “Nothing, just impressed by your ways and strength. You could make a good Mandalorian.”

Y/n hums. “Yeah—I’d rather not.” He tosses the staff to din who catches it. He walks passed the two as he sighs, “I’m gonna get the kid.”

The two mandalorians watch y/n walk away and head back towards the crest. “I’m surprised.” Said Boba. Din rasies a brow at him and holds the staff in his hands as he looks at him. Boba turns towards his friend. “Surprised you haven’t married him yet, best you hurry before I decided to take him for myself.” Said boba.

Din glares at his friend who laugh at him before shaking his head and patting his shoulder. Din may have found y/n a bit annoying and tough to handle but after seeing him fight he couldn’t help but fall in love just a little bit more with the man.

[hitozy]

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𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

It didn't come as a surprise when days later my parents invited us over for dinner. What was surprising was seeing Jae there, and no one else in the family.

"She's been feeling lonely, yn. You and him are her only friends - she feels left out of the group. Try to understand."

I did understand, I understand better than they think. I could tell by the way she eyes him lustfully when we came in the house, the way her hug lingered longer than his, her coy smile and the drag of her hand travelling sensually down his arm. She wants Iwaizumi back and she couldn't make it any more obvious.

My only consolation is that Iwaizumi looks incredible uncomfortable and keeps on swatting her hand away or giving her a stern look, but she doesn't ease up on her assault. When she leans in close to him, pressing her breasts against his arm, making him blush is when I've had enough.

I feel vile rising up my throat, the food I had just swallowed trying to come back. Excusing myself, I saw a slight worry in Iwaizumi's eyes, he started to get up to accompany me, Jae pulls him back down. "Wait Haji! I need to tell you about this thing that happened at work, you would never believe..." As I moved further away, the sound of her voice blended into silence.

Instead of heading to the restroom in the corridor, I went inside my old room looking for comfort in my memory filled four walls. I sat there in silence looking at the pictures of my childhood and on each of them, there's Iwaizumi without fail. Some have Oikawa here and there, Jae is also in many of them, Maki and Mattsun in between. The only ones that don't have Iwaizumi in there is during those four years he left for Uni and was slightly replaced by Maki and Mattsun that never left me alone. But I found no solace in these once happy memories. The moment I found out about Jae and Iwaizumi, the lies and the betrayal, they had turned bitter.

"Haji haji! Where are you going?" Jae's voice called out from outside my bedroom door, dread creeping up my body at the thought of having to witness another devastating separation. I have half a mind of jumping out of my bedroom window, just to avoid to breaking my heart further.

"I'm looking for yn. She didn't look so good."

Jae huffs annoyed, "It's always yn! 'YN is coming with us' or 'YN was sick, she needed me there' or the best one! 'YN is my friend, I will always be on her side.' When is this false care of yours going to stop? I know I made a mistake on regecting you Haji. I want to take it back, I want us back, don't you?"

My blood ran cold in that moment, her words structing a cord in my heart, revealing insecurities buried deep for years. I had always had a subconscious feeling that Iwaizumi only hung out with me during his teen years out of pity, no matter what he said.

"False care?" He was right outside my bedroom door, I could hear the shuffling of his clothes and the clacking of Jae's high heels stop. "Did you just say false care?"

"Is that all you picked up on? Haji, please, I want-"

"Don't you ever say that about me and yn, Jae. You have no right. If there is anyone here that has any 'false care' it would be you."

"Haji-"

"If you actually care about anyone but yourself, then you would stay in your place and stop with all of this. You had your chance, Jae. I gave you so many chances, I begged you the night before the wedding and you said no. There is no going back."

"Why are you so mad? We could just runaway now and forget everything Haji!"

I hear him sigh and I can picture the disappointment on his face, the annoyance, the anger. Its palpable in the air even with the door separating us. "I am mad, Jae, because I've been in love with an asshole for so many years. Because I still love you, an asshole, even though I'm trying really really hard to forget you. Because I-," I can see the way the doorknob jiggles, a tell-tale sign that he rested his hand on it, "I can't believe how little you care about yn. If what you said on the wedding day is true, which I still don't believe; why would you do this to her? She's your cousin, she's been like a sister to you and so many of us for years and you're okay letting her suffer this way?"

"I just- on that day you said you didn't care if she was actually in love with you. Why are you-"

"You and I and every single person in the world that has met my mochi know that she deserves better. So much better, so why in the world would you do this? YN loves you, so much, and you'd just drop her like that Jae? What is wrong with you?"

"Easy. She has you and I want you, that's what's wrong."

Its silent for a moment, I can imagine the incredulous look on Iwaizumi's face at her words. Is he going to jump at her and kiss her? Will he runaway with her and leave me? The mere thought of it tears another piece of my heart and I don't think I could take anymore. I stand up to hide in the bathroom, from anyone that may come in.

But then he speaks.

"Well, Jae, I am hers and you are just going to have to deal with it."

The silence was deafening and the tears I was shedding, the sobs I was holding back only worsened the nausea I already had. Running to my bathroom as fast and as quiet as I could, I barely made it to empty my stomach.

If they spoke more outside, I knew nothing about it. Iwaizumi came in moments later to brush and hold my hair out of my face, rubbing my back. Once I was done and all cleaned up, he pulled me in close and kissed my forehead, "Are you feeling better, mochi?"

I observed his face and whatever emotion he had while speaking to Jae was long gone. His eyes showed worry and tenderness. As I reached out to rub this forehead to stop him from deepening his wrinkles I feel a bit better. If Iwaizumi is here, then it means he's no leaving, not for now and I can live with it. "A bit, but I wanna go home and watch a movie."

He grinned at me, making my heart skip a beat like as if everything that happened a while ago was nonexistent, "Cartoon or 4D?"

"Both?"

"Both it is then, my sweet mochi. Let's go and say our bye's now. Your dad might get the wrong idea and come to shoot my head off."

I snorted, remembering the time when Iwaizumi lost the inter-high and sneaked into my room for comfort, cuddling me in just sweatpants when my dad walked in and had a fit. I repeated the words he had said back then, "Not in my house nor with my daughter, Iwaizumi!"

He chuckled, "Never been more afraid in my life, even though you were there."

"What does that mean?"

He only gave me a secretive smile and bopped my nose. We said our goodbye's to my parents - noting how my mother didn't give us any leftovers, probably afraid to get me sick, even though it was her fault. As we walked out, I also noticed something else missing or more like someone else, "Where's Jae?"

Iwaizumi tensed under my fingers, wrapping his arm tighter around me. What worried me was the sudden tense smile my mother gave me and the slight anger radiating of my father.

"She had to leave, love. An emergency."

I watched them closely and a horrible thought came up in my mind. Did they know about them?

I looked at my mother and I saw guilt in her eyes, "Oh honey, I'm sorry. If I had known how jealous Jae was about you marrying Iwaizumi, I would have never invited her."

... What?

"But I should have seen it coming," Mother continued, "She has always been jealous of you, since you were kids. Always taking your stuff or blaming you for things you never did. I would have expected her to grow up," she huffed annoyed, "but it seems I was hoping to much from her."

She caressed my cheek, "It's a good thing Hajime put her in her place. Such a good husband!"

Oh thank God, they only heard the last part of it.

My father takes my hand in his, it had always been much bigger and covered with callouses from years of hard work. "My darling, if anyone ever tries to hurt you or make you feel less worthy than you are, please know that it is not true," he kissed the back of my hand, like he's always done, "a princess must always be cared and treasured. Always remember it and if not, I will be here to do so."

He cracks a grin at Iwaizumi, "But I guess you won't be coming to me for it, will you? You have Hajime to do it now, and I would believe you prefer it that way."

The sudden blush that appeared on my face made all of them laugh, the tense atmosphere of my question forgotten in the wind.

"I'll make sure to remind her that she is nothing less than a queen, old man."

"I'll hold you accountable then, Hajime."

―

Later that night, in the comfort of my bed Iwaizumi comes in bearing gifts. Tea for my upset stomach, blankets and a few sandwiches. "You hardly ate anything, so I though this would be better for you."

"But you made like, ten, Hajime."

"... I'm starving, alright?"

My head resting under his chin, his arm draped around my shoulders, my leg thrown over his, covered up in the softest blankets ever, a wedding gift from Oikawa with a letter that I keep in my bedside.

He's a tough cookie, YN. You and I, we both know it but please, don't give up on him. I've only seen him smile so carelessly when your around. He's carefree and senselessly fun when you appear. I only see him be true to himself with you and I'm happy to know he has finally realized it after so many years. Continue to give him only smiles and happiness, little mochi. Love, the best (duh) King Oikawa

We cleaned up once we had enough of the foods and just continued to watch until the end. He started to take his leave to his bedroom when in jerk reaction fashion, I reach out to pull him back.

"Stay."

He looks at me intently, trying to figure out the message behind my words. He gives me a smile as he comes back in and pulls me back onto his chest, "You always hated sleeping alone. You should have told me this was okay for you."

"Too quiet, to big."

"Then... How about we share the bedroom?"

―

All you who sleep tonight Far from the ones you love, No hand to left or right And emptiness above –

Know that you aren’t alone The whole world shares your tears, Some for two nights or one, And some for all their years.

All of you who sleep tonight - Vikram Seth

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a/n! i wrote this chapter in less than 10 minutes. then spent three days cleaning it up. i am finally getting my shit together and found a schedule that I can work with for everything I have to do :D

[hollyhomburg]

can u show what happens after the snipts and i'm curious about the tae x reader, pretty please my heart is broken from that angst but the way you wrote is beautiful

here is the next part!

SANDCASTLES: SNIPPETS IN SEQUENCE (3) (YOONMINJOONSEOK X READER) (TAEHYUNG X READER) (OMEGAVERSE AU) 

TAGS: angst, unplanned pregnancy, depression, loneliness, BETA! taehyung x reader

W/c: 3.5k

A/n: here you go! here are the beta Taehyung parts, as well as what happens immediately after she leaves the alphas and Jimin. The next part will be about what happens to them in the wake of her leaving, and I will say this; the next part has some heavy tags so be sure to watch out for those. ALSO- TAE IS THE VILLAN OF THIS STORY, but the beginning with him isn’t bad. he will eventually betray the reader so be prepared! 

- You cry yourself to sleep every night the first week in your new apartment. 

- It’s a nice place really, too nice- but your company had told you it was more than within your means when they booked it for you. and you can barely believe the first paycheck you get.  it has an extra bedroom and a kitchen with a retro-style but new appliances and molding on the ceiling in the old district, full of restaurants and coffee shops that you live off for the first few weeks. 

- You don’t have a bed frame yet, so your bed just sits on the carpeted floor.  Your boxes scattered around you, the one that holds some of your books acts as a nightstand.  Your new job isn’t that terrible- in fact they make every point to tell you how good it is to have someone capable fill the position, and how good you are at your job. 

- After so long it’s nice to feel appreciated. 

- You even make friends with two of the other women that work there, an omega female named Yeri, and an alpha female named Irene, who would have made you nervous if not for the mating mark clearly evident on her collar bone. 

- Despite the fact that they were slightly under you in the company, they both treated you, the new girl, with kindness. They even invited you to have lunch with them and get to know them on your second day and showed you around the company. 

- It wasn’t safe for an unmated omega in a new city they said, you ended up crying in the bathroom for a few hours after that- it used to be your dream to be marked by Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok, and for them to bear your and Jimin's mark. But now that dream could never come to fruition. 

- But they are kind- so kind. They don’t ask you where you came from or even if you have any family- keeping your conversations mostly on company gossip and pop culture. You end up going to see a movie with them in the second week. And by the end of the third, the three of you are the best of friends. 

- You’d never really had any friends that where girls- after all you’d always had Jimin, you’d never needed anyone else other than him until now. 

- You get a dresser and put your old phone (still turned off) in the top drawer once you get a company cellphone. You adjust well, your apartment overlooks a park and a small pond in the very middle of the bustling city. Your place of work is only 5 blocks away, and you find yourself enjoying your walk to work every morning. 

- But you’re miserable, you can't breathe in the smell of coffee without thinking of Yoongi and feeling sick to your stomach, every time you hear music you think of all the times both Jimin and Hoseok used to drag you to your feet to dance.  

- You cant even watch TV without your and Namjoon’s favorite documentary show coming on- or that drama you and Hoseok used to curl up and watch. - What’s more, is that it seems like you’re actually getting sick, your fever is raised and every time you go for lunch you end up vomiting it all back up a few minutes later. Even your favorite foods don’t stay down. you try to chalk it up to the stress of moving and being separated from your alphas (which has been known to happen in some omegas after they part with a pack, their instincts regecting their minds desire to stay away), but it seems like that's less the case the more time goes on. 

- It happens one day at work while you sit and eat your lunch with Yeri (Irene had a meeting during your usual lunch hour- but she told you not to wait for her). and you narrowly avoid vomiting on your new white blouse before you lean over and throw up your sandwich in the waste paper basket, a sudden wave of vomiting hits you so harshly that Yeri looks more than a little concerned. 

- After you assure her that yes- you’re going to the doctor soon about it, and yes you’ve been able to keep water down she gives you a final withering look before she offhandedly says, “fine just don’t go getting pregnant on me like Irene’s wife did- I swear now all the two of them ever want to do is watch baby TV and talk about their child’s poops.” 

- Throughout the rest of the day her words stick with you, and you end up going home at the end of the day only to pacing your apartment for a few hours,  before you head back out to the store to pick up a pregnancy test and some ice cream (because why not). 

- You pace around your small unfurnished living room as you wait for the stick to give you your results.You never expected to do this alone- in your mind someone was always here with you, you even expected to have all of them there. You wanted Jimin's hand on yours more than anything, you wanted to grow massive with him, and maybe raise your children together if you could. 

- You openly sob the stick comes back as positive, you pace around your apartment crying and thinking on your situation for the entirety of the night before you realize that you being pregnant does nothing to change your situation. this is the only time you strongly consider turning on your old phone. you didn’t know if there would even be messages waiting from you- probably from Jimin, but not from any of the others you’re sure. 

- Out of all of them- it has to be namjoon’s, you think back to the time in the kitchen, how your front was pressed to the granite, how it felt impersonal, how you’d sent the email for your job immediately after. that was probably the day you got pregnant. 

- the more you think about it, the more you're sure. you put your phone away and don’t turn it on. Why would they want you now? if anything this would only make them hate you more. they where good people, and they wouldn’t have let you do this alone, especially Jimin.  but They would resent being tied to a pregnant omega that they weren’t mated too or even in love with- that you were sure of. 

- you imagine it briefly, sure- you’d have them in your life, but only so far as your child would have a parent in Namjoon, and uncles in the rest. you imagine the awkward doctors visits, the offers to pay, needing to share your child between here and Seoul. whatever children they’d have one day with Jimin, would be cousins to yours, and whatever children he’d have with Namjoon. well- they’d have the love of all the alphas, not just Namjoon. and you don’t want your child to feel any less loved because of your mistakes. 

- So You’d have to raise your child alone, in a city that you barely knew. Without any support system. Sure your new friend were great but they were so new. So to distract yourself from your situation, the fact that you’re going to do all of this alone, and the fact that you left your baby’s father- You drown yourself in work, staying later than anyone else consistently, falling into your bed exhausted. 

- You go to your prenatal appointments alone, and when you start getting cravings, there’s no one to lean over to in the middle of the night and ask for chocolate sauce and watermelon, or barbecue mayonnaise and mac and cheese fries, you get up and do it yourself. 

- By week 5 of your pregnancy, your hormones have started to change enough that one day you walk into work and Yeri almost screams in happiness, congratulating you and jumping in your arms when she notices how your scent has changed. It’s only when she pulls back and sees your withdrawn sad expression that she says, “oh honey…” and Irene slaps her on the arm lightly as she tries to broach the topic of the father. They both know you live alone by now.

- you notify your boss, and you almost pass out when they offer you nearly 4 months of maternity leave. they seem determined to treat you well. it helps that your ceo is also an omega. 

- By about 12 weeks- you’re starting to show significantly enough that people on the train start to give you the priority seat when you were tight clothes. You show Enough that you begin to fiddle with your old phone again. You get close several times to turning it on-But in the end you never do. Preferring to leave it in the drawer of the nightstand next to your bed right next to the picture of them. 

- “You can do this, there are plenty of single omega parents, it’s not like it used to be” the doctor and the clinic that you go too for your prenatal appointments assures you when the other omega finally asks if they’ res a father or another mother in the picture. 

- And you’re not over what happened by any means but things slowly start to get better. 

- You don’t cry randomly as much, you start coming home earlier and going on walks- the doctor said it was good for the baby. On the weekends you go to this fresh fruit market, sometimes with Irene and her wife and child, making a day out of it. 

- And you enjoy the little child as he reaches up for your stomach, patting on it gently and slurring the words “baby out now!” that causes all of you to giggle and Irene’s wife apologizes- saying that their little Eun just loves babies more than anything. 

- Your life is nice, calm. There is a tense atmosphere in your apartment, though you do buy a few plants, and a few poster pictures to put on the white walls. slowly the space starts to feel like yours.  You paint the spare room the lightest shade of robins egg blue and add puffy white clouds to the walls with Yeri, giggling and laughing harder than you have in months as she accidentally splashes paint onto her face. 

- Your relationship with a kind and soft beta named Taehyung starts simply and in the most cliché way possible.

- You accidentally ran into him while coming home from the grocery store, your belly barely showing through a baggy sweatshirt. Two paper bags in either arm. One of the bags rips when he bumps into you. his other coming up to stop you from falling backward, his arm like iron, his hands digging into you to steady you. all of a sudden your whole body flush with warmth. 

- Tae is an absolute gentleman, picking up your weird assortment of food in his hands and walking the few blocks to your tiny apartment. you feel surprisingly safe with the stranger, your instincts have been in overdrive since your body started to adjust to your pregnancy, and they’re something about Tae’s scent that immediately settles your stomach. 

It goes surprisingly well, there is something so gentlemanly about his deep voice and his quiet smile that makes you feel so relaxed. His beta scent- the smell of clean laundry (beta’s always smelled clean) definitely has something to do with it. not his pretty jaw or his delicate style. 

- You invite him in for some iced tea and you spend a few minutes chatting, now that the bags not in front of your stomach, Tae can see why you seemed so unsteady on your feet. You expect it to scare him away- but he doesn’t mention you're obvious condition until he’s about to leave. Handing you a small slip of paper with his number on it. 

- He touches your shoulder softly. “I live in the area so If you ever need any help- please don’t hesitate to call me.” by now he has scented the room, know by the lack of a competing scent as well as the lack of a bite on your shoulder that you’re alone. that you don't have anyone. 

- You pin the number to the old fashion fridge and try to forget about it. After all, tae was more than a little flirty and you’re in no position to even want to date anyone right now. But when you finally call it’s more about needing help than wanting to see him. Though seeing him was an added bonus. 

- He helps you move your refrigerator after an important document falls behind it, the literal social security card that you can't reach or get at. And he’s sweaty sipping more of your ice tea when he says, “I hoped that when you finally called me it would be for a date and not to rescue your medical stuff behind your dusty fridge.”

- “You don’t want to date me tae,” you say, your hand hovering over your stomach. He looks at your tummy too, sicking in his lower lip. 

- “No I’m sure that I do” he says, taking your hand in his before he says softly, his warm brown eyes piercing into you as he looks through his black bangs “I don’t know what you’re dealing with, I don’t know who or what you’re running from, but trust me when I saw that I really, really want to take you out on a date- at least once.” 

- You relent and agree to go visit a night market with him- one of the hallmarks of this city that you hadn’t yet indulged in.He buys you ice cream and fried mac and cheese and doesn’t criticize you when you dunk your French fries in your chocolate Sunday. In fact, he joins in- letting you dunk one in his Oreo mango ice cream. 

- You listen to Tae talk about his job; you find out that he owns a pair of café’s the first one that he inherited from his grandmother, the second one that he opened last year after the first one did so well. Business is booming so much that he’s contemplating opening a third. the cafe is just between your apartment and your job, it’s no wonder that you never ran into him sooner. 

- You promise to come to try his berry macaroons that are apparently the best in town. He starts to talk about coffee but then a glance down to your stomach reminds him that you can’t have that- and he switches to boba tea

- You sit in the warm summer air listening to a live band before you go to walk along the river, the lights reflecting off the water like one of van Goh's paintings. You’re laughing at some joke Tae tells you when he leans over surprisingly and kisses you, you recoiled a little, more surprised than displeased. 

- “I’m sorry- you just looked so…. i’m sorry- I rushed you didn’t I, shit- y/n I’m so-” 

- “I don’t know what you want from me Tae,” you say gesturing to your stomach, he starts to look abashed and ashamed, but then relents at your soft expression “but if we’re going to see each other like that, then you have to know that I miss them.” You say softly while looking out at the water, your hand hovering over your swollen stomach.  

- “them?” he asks, looking surprised, you nod, “them.”  

- “And I’m not going to stop missing them, probably for a long while. I think I always will. And if you’re ok with that- if you don’t mind-” Tae reaches up, running a hand across your face and you find yourself leaning into his touch, its been so long since anyone’s touched you with any affection. Your body is so hungry, so needy for it.

- “I don’t care who else is in your heart, I only want a place in It.” Tae says after a moment. Leaning his forehead against yours.

- You and tae start casually seeing each other, you stop by his coffee shop most days before work, it’s a street off from your company’s main building, and Tae always has a bag of coffee cake or a plate full of raspberry tarts for you, he pushes away your money with a lopsided grin the makes your heart beat rapidly.  He even steps away during the busiest times to sit with you and just talk. 

- Sometimes he plops your feet up on his lap and massages your swollen ankles, his smiles sweeter than the pastries, not taking no for an answer until you’ve tried every kind the café offers at least twice because he wants to know which are your favorite. 

- One-night Taehyung finds your photo of all of them and your old cellphone in your dresser. And you're just trying to crack an egg into a pan when he comes out holding it. you almost drop the carton when he asks you who they are. 

- He sits you down and you start breathing heavily and tells you that you don’t need to tell him- he sends a concerned look at your stomach, and that it doesn't matter if it's going to make you upset. you don't mean to have a panic attack but really, turning around and seeing your...your boyfriend holding the picture of your baby daddy just suprised you. 

- tae looks like he honestly wants to know, So you launch into the story of your best friend who you’ve loved and will love until the day you die. Cradle to grave and all that. 

- Fuck you miss jimin so much. You miss them all, Hoseok, yoongi and Namjoon. He laughs like Namjoon did when you tell him childhood stories of you and jimin and listens eagerly as you tell him about your college experience and trying to stay away. 

- He’s a little quieter when he learns about the alpha’s that you love while you point at their faces in the picture and smile. He smiles a little though when you start listing off the things about them that you love. And he gets a little sadder when he realizes it will always be love- And not loved. 

- your love for them hasn’t faded. not in all these months apart. 

- He wishes you would move on from them. Wishes he was the only one who had ever made a home out of your heart. But he understands why you can’t- you’re carrying his child after all. The one with the gray hair in the photo, you tell him as much. 

- he touches the photograph softly, “I understand why you miss them so much- it must have been so nice having so many people to love you and to love them back.”

- “it really was.” 

- “I wish I was worth that” Taehyung says softly, his face downturned. You kiss away his worries, “you are tae- never think you’re not worth it- because you are.” he pulls you to him and kisses your forehead as his mind turns your words over in his head. 

- maybe your words have a double meaning, maybe maybe, runs through his head. And he shakes off thoughts of other omega’s and directs his attention to you. 

- “so are we going to eat dinner together or what? Should I call for takeout”

- But no matter where you go home too at night, no matter how good things are with Tae, you can’t help but think about Namjoon’s arms encircling your waist, about Yoongi’s quiet roll of his knuckles against your side in a silent hello.  

- About Hoseok’s sweet kisses and how he would take your hand in his and drag you up from wherever you were sitting to slow dance with you around your kitchen when you were sad, and how it would eventually devolve into giggles and awkward butt wiggles.

- Nothing like how it was when you left when Hoseok would barely look at you- and if he did even look at you, it would only be with disdain and anger so severe that it would make you shake.

- But most of all you miss Jimin, the way he would hang on Namjoon’s thighs while gripping yours, how when he would laugh he would throw himself onto your shoulder to hide his closed-eyed smile in your skin. the way you’d smell so much like each other you could hardly distinguish your scents anymore. 

- The first night you sleepover at Taehyung’s house you end up waking up in the middle of the night and reaching out for another set of arms. 

- Taehyung wakes up too you wearing his silk robe and crying on his balcony, where you went to hide your sobs, he runs his hands up and down your arms while talking to you quietly, saying that you should come inside. 

- That the cold is bad for the baby, and he’s right, you’re shaking like a leaf and your belly has grown so much in the past month. You’re nearly 5 months along- you’ve only known tae for a few months, but he already wants to tell you he loves you. He already loves you and the baby- it doesn’t matter that he’s not the father. 

- But what you don’t know is that at that moment, Jimin is doing the same thing, crying on a balcony, feeling unable to go back inside as he looks out over the view that the two of you used to love. He remembers how you would drag the alphas out onto the balcony to eat dinner or play a game or just sitting, talking as you looked at the city. 

- Because the apartment inside doesn’t feel like it used to- try as he might it doesn’t feel like home anymore, because you’re not there and everything is slowly falling apart- has been for months, and by now Jimin feels like he’s falling apart too. 

- It feels like he’s been watching a train wreck in slow motion since you left.

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(once again! this series will never be finished! just fyi!) 

[equestrianwritingsstuff]

a redo or sequal to my previous ask where the prince isnt arrogant or an asshole and the knight never rejects him?

I apologize for not realizing that you wanted the prince to be humble and that the knight wasn't suppose to regect him. I just did not pick up on that when you messaged me about the story, so I am sorry.

However, I am not redoing the story because I spent a couple hours on it and put some effort into it and also I have a plan to "redeem" him from his arrogant qualities.

And finally to the anon who I know is not an anon. Yes, I know who you are just by how you asked for it. Correct me if I'm wrong.

@chicken0mcnugget I am including some of those oh so wonderful plot twists we thought of, so please make time in your day to read this (if you can of course, i know you're busy).

Anyway, enjoy.

Oh yeah, not edited. Sorry, I want to try to write at least half of another ask tonight.

The Knight and the Prince Part 2

Part 1

Warnings: aftermath of rejection, ambush, arguing, kidnapping, kicked by horse, implied broken hand, magic

~

A shocked chorus of gasps followed the knight's unexpected rejection, but perhaps the loudest astonished voice came from the cracked throat of the prince.

"What?!" He exclaimed, gasping slightly. Or was that due to the fact that he was trying not to cry?

"Yeah," the knight crossed her arms, leaning her weight to one leg. "You heard me. No."

"You'll be arrested for this," the prince threatened, standing up. His face was a pure mixture of anger and loathing, blue hair dangled into his gray eyes.

"Great way to foster a relationship," the knight clapped her hands mockingly.

"Just wait until he get home," the prince growled before turning around to receive his uneasy praise.

After the unruly clapping was done, the prince was given a wreath made of flowers and grapevine. He took them greatfully, a small smile on his face, completely devoid of any emotion- sadness, embarrassment... just pure nothingness other than faux euphoria.

"Thank you! Thank you, for the kindness and acceptance you have shown me King of Neighboring Kingdom and to you, my worthy opponents. It has been a pleasure, but I must return to my kingdom. Good day!" The prince waved to the crowed, trotting leisurely on his horse.

"Why must you go?" A loud voice boomed for the King of Neighboring Kingdom stood up in his seat. "Dine with us! Make yourself comfortable, Champion."

"I'm afraid not," the prince politely turned down the offer. "I apologize for such a short stay, but I must head to my home kingdom."

The prince smiled broadly at the crowd before turning his horse. The smile immediately turned into a sneer the second his charcoal colored irises met the blonde knight's fair face.

The two stared long and deep at each other with such intensity and notion that neither noticed, nor heard, their neighboring king whisper to his nearby captain:

"Get the bag of jewels in the knight's saddlebag and then bring me them along with knight herself. Let this be a lesson to them, no one declines my offer of hospitality, absolutely no one."

The king cleared his throat before continuing,

"Not even the grandest and strongest prince of the century."

《~~》

The duo walked their horses through the forest in silence for a while, until they came upon the welcoming village where they stayed a couple nights before.

"You can't just regect your future king, my knight," the prince scolded, taking on a teacher's mannerism.

The knight didn't respond. Actually, she clucked her horse forward until she was a good few strides ahead.

"Knight ta-"

"Why would I marry someone who only cares about his wife being the prettiest, strongest-"

"No, no, no," the prince shook his head. "That, that's not it whatsoever."

"Then why do you want to marry me. Give me a reason, right now."

"Because I love you."

The knight turned her chestnut mare around, throwing her arms up in the air, and glaring daggers at the prince. "I am," she said. "your bodyguard. We've never went on a date, or even talked about anything other than business. How can you love me when you don't even know who I am?"

"Knight, I-"

"Just stop, Prince," the knight shook her head, tears welling in her eyes. "Just stop, please."

The knight turned her horse back around and asked for a trot.

"Knight!" Called a voice, but the knight ignored the prince's pleas of return.

"Go on a date with me. Right here, right now."

The knight pulled back on the reins, and once again turned the mare around- the mare who had her ears pinned in annoyance.

"Now?" The knight scoffed.

"Yes, now," the prince gave her a flirtatious smile, white and wide. "Please?"

"Mm I-"

An arrow whizzed past the knight's shoulder- obviously trying to miss. The knight quickly drew her own bow and loaded it while the prince got ready with his sword.

"Ambush," the prince whispered earnestly. The knight nodded.

Another arrow flew past the pair, nicking the chestnut Arab's shoulder. The horse spooked, jumping into the stallion. The knight looked down an the wound, not too big and wouldn't require immediate attention.

Then, the raining arrows ceased, leaving the forest in stunned silence. The prince started to lower his sword- an ignorant move- but the knight kept her bow loaded and ready.

Abruptly, a figure crashed into the prince, knocking him off horse who reared in surprise. The knight wheeled her horse around with just her seat, the Arab mare picking up on the danger.

On top of the prince laid a human, a man of burly weight and heavy iron metal. The knight released an arrow, but it bounced harmlessly off his back.

Before the knight had a chance to grab another arrow, arms grappled around her pulling her off the horse.

"Let the prince go!" One of the men holding the knight bellowed. The man reclining on top of the prince chuckled and said,

"Why? He is plushy, like a chair, with all that fat-"

"GET OFF!"

"Okay, okay," the muscular man hopped off and helped the prince to his feet. "Hope that won't bruise," he whispered, ruffling the blue hair on top of the prince's head, laughed once more, and joined his patrol.

Two men held the knight in between their hefty steeds- shires, no doubt, and not the knight's favorite breed.

"Let her go," the prince reached for his sword, but it was quickly kicked away.

"Get the jewels," the man with the booming voice ordered. Two skinny, probably teenaged, boys ran to the chestnut mare and grabbed her reins. The knight watched as her horse reared and striked one of the boys in the hand, who came back hollering, but the other was able to open the saddlebag and retrieve the jewels.

"Perfect." The loud man wrapped the knight's hands with rope and swung her over the chestnut mare's back, tying her wirsts to her ankles.

"Let her go!"

"Let me go!" The knight struggled and struggled, but failed to rip through the ropes. The prince ran towards his love with madness in his eyes, but a swift backhand sent him sprawling to the ground.

"Let's get!" And they all ran off.

《~~》

"Why I am here?" The knight asked as she lazily knelt in front of the king, her hands still bound in front of her. Her demeanor was let's say disappointing to the king. He expected fight and courage, not the saddened girl practically sitting on his red carpet.

"I hate people refusing me," the king quickly explained. "And your prince, well, beating my son just not win a trophy and a one way ticket out of my kingdom. Mm, mm, mm no it does not. So, you, will have to pay."

"Love the monologue sir, but we have an army and in case you didn't realize, the prince kind of is in love with me," the knight retorted, some of her previous energy and smartness returning to her voice and posture.

"Now, now, don't need to get like that;" the king chuckled. "He won't be able to find you. Guards! Take her to the Enchanted Cabin and have the sorcereress put a spell on. Whichever one she deems appropriate."

《~~》

The prince recovered from the blow, groaning as he got to all fours. Squinting through his still muddled vision, he made out his black horse grazing a few feet away. At least he has the heart to stand by me...

The knight.

The prince rushed to the horse and leaped into the saddle- which was horribly ruined for good measure, apparently- and galloped off. He recognized the colors.

Green and pink- the colors of Neighboring Kingdom.

The prince, for once realizing the lack of speed his horse was granted with, pushed him forward. By the time they were on the edge of the territory, the horse was dripping with sweaty lather.

The prince busted through the doors of the castle with his boot, sword clanking against leather chap, as he stormed over to the old man in the throne.

"Where is the knight? Where is she!"

"Locked away in an enchanted cabin. Why, may I ask? Being in there with all the pleasures in the world is most definitely more enjoyable than living the rest of her life with your royal jackass," the king tutted. The prince scowled and ran back out the door, desperation getting to him.

《~~》

Like King of Neighboring Kingdom told the lovestruck prince, the elegant lady was stuck in a world of earthly pleasures- food all over from storage in the walls, sugar off the ceiling. The backroom was expandable as well, leading into a meadow filled with dainty foals and grand stallions.

But the knight, amidst these treasures, was not blissfully exultat like the sorcereress imagined.

"Need anything else, dear. A kitten?" The sorcereress waved her hand and three mewling balls of fur sprouted from her hand.

"I shouldn't have said no, I shouldn't have," the knight whimpered, chastising herself for her arrogance. If she said yes, she wouldn't be lolling in self-pity and would probably find a way to break out.

"You can always say yes," the sorceress tried to reason. She suddenly glanced out the only window and a faint smile appeared on her face. "You will get your chance again," she promised, flicked her fingers, and vanished into thin air.

The knight looked out the window, curious to see what the sorcereress found so interesting, and nearly exclaimed in joy.

The prince, coming to save her.

"Knight!" He yelled.

"Prince!" She squealed back, jumping on her toes.

She reached her hand out to grab his and-

Boom!

The prince was thrown backwards, spiraled through the air, and landed on the forest floor.

Great, just oh so great.

The prince tried again. Once, twice... three times... four... until he gave up, reclining against a tree awkwardly.

"Try the door?" The knight asked, leaning against the windowsill. Even though she could leisurely dangle her arms, the door was still locked even to her.

"No," the prince shook his head. "It is under a magic spell. I-i can't..." he sighed, "It is under a Personified Spell. That means, that the one breaking in has to overcome their greatest fault."

The knight's face dropped, as did the prince's.

"Arrogance," they whispered at the same time. The prince sighed and stood up, walking as close as the mystifying barrier allowed.

"I love you," he said, tears in his eyes, before walking away.

"I love you too," the knight whispered and sunk to floor, crying softly,

"I love you so much."

[areallifeyandere]

Yandere Fuyuhiko x reader HC

•Is Peko’s execution

•Fuyu runs in and much to his suprise

•You...run in.....to?

•When Peko is cradling him after the hit

•You pick up her sword and proceed to try and defend them

•Screeching at Peko that he is still breathing and that she needs to pick him up and MOVE

•She does but Monokuma refuses to let her out, she must be punished after all

•With a sad smile she hands him to you, takes her sword and goes back

•You only need a few bandages from Milan and you’re good to go

•Fuyu... not so much

• You follow to ambulance as far as you can before getting stopped by the monobeast

• You resigned yourself to bed after that

•Ibuki follows you asking why you did that

•Your only response?

•”He deserves a friend and a chance Buki”

•Your one of the last to the hospital when that island opens up

•You slept in given how beat up you are

•That gave the others, specifically Ibuki, plenty of time to tell him what happened

•He can’t help the small smile when you jog in

•Friend huh? Maybe, but only you

• It starts out platonic

•Slightly protective too, but that’s to be expected

•After all, he’s never truely had a friend and you’ve already done so much, running in with him and visiting every day

•Its when he pulls the stupid apology stunt

•He lays there bleeding and you’re the first to action

•Tearing open his shirt to asses the damage

•He’s weakly protesting drifting in and out of consciousness

•His clothes are to bloody to do anything

•So you tear off your tee to use to hold pressure

•Screeching over your shoulder at Akane and Nekomaru to go to the hospital and get a streacher

• “Hey, come on, stay awake”

• “Look at me, you know I like to be the center of attention”

•You just keep talking to him, repeating yourself multiple times

•Everyone had to help push the stretcher with your added weight, having to keep pressure

•When you pulled that, helped Mikan and refused to leave his side

•He knew

•His protectiveness grew ten fold

•Has a hand on you at all times

•Clung to you at the get better party

•Threw you down and shielded you at Monokumas blast

•Very affectionate

•Grabs his blanket and pillow every night and sleeps in your cabin every night

•Because of nightmares

•He won’t kill, he doesn’t want to leave you

•He will however maintain a jacka**

•But only to them, never you

•He’ll cuss someone out and then give you a stuffed teddy he bought earlier

•With a fiery blush of course

•He won’t kidnap you if you regect him

• He will however, spoil you rotten if you accept his feelings

•Best believe you are surviving this together

•If someone does kill you though

•He has no qualms murdering them the moment they are discovered

•Because if you die

•He will too

[glow-your-mind]

Once again I feel regected by my family....it feels like nobody wants to spent time with me or share some of the things that makes me laugh or I enjoy, lately I tend to keep most of the things by myself cause when I start talking about something, I dont know..maybe that happened at work they start talking between them about any other thing interrumpting what I'm saying, and that makes me feel like what I have to say is not thaaat relevant, so I go quiet instead.

I just want to move somewhere else, everyday I spend here I feel my confidence vanishing and my happiness fadding away.

My dad is sick, and while I understand that he feels bad sometimes, that doesnt give him the right to misstreat or make annoyed faces to us, and trully that's something I wont accept.

What hurts me the most is that my parents kinda expect from me to give him one of my kidneys...but I dont want to, it just that I feel deep down my heart (and my guts) that he wont appreciate the gift that I'm making to him. Maybe its selfish of me to think like that or not even consider donate him my kidney....but it just don't feel right to me.

I just wish the day were I could move to another country or even just a different house from theirs...my mood will change for good.

Sometimes when I see my reflection in the mirror my eyes look sad...brightless.

Also sometimes I feel lonely, but like a woman, sometimes I just feel I want to share a part of me with someone else besides my family, someone who I can share my dreams, goals, interest and my love to BTS💜. I've never experience having a partner or being in a relationship, so sometimes I found myself longing about it eventhough I never had had it before.

That's all for this entry

Thx for listening (reading?)

[unicyclehippo]

Do you accept beau/bright queen prompts? Otherwise for the number thing #3 “It’s three in the morning.” :)

ooh i haven’t done consecuted au in ages! fair warning, i don’t have a concept in mind to fulfill this prompt so imma just,, write & hope that it comes to me

//

They bring Beau back to the Xhorhaus and care for her as best they can, a restoration when they think it might help but mostly salted stew and a cold cloth draped over her neck. They replace it when it quickly becomes drenched in the sweat that pours off her and Beau is left feeling half-melted, like a wax statue, as the sweat and water droplets sit in a tepid film over her entire body. She feels herself sloughing away piece by piece in small and then larger sections; it’s not real—Beau is as hale and whole as ever—but there is something working at her mind that regects who she is, burns and melts away at this form with her weak eyes that cannot catch the moons light, the long arms and unfamiliar hands. The multitudes of selves within Beau clamour to claim sections of her, of themselves in her form, and at one point, when Beau looks down at her hands and finds she does not know them, she moves to the stairs that glide up to the second floor and she lays on the cool grey stone.

The ceiling of the entrance—hall? not quite—of their gifted house is high here. It rises to the second floor along with the staircase and above the doorway is a large circular window of fogged glass that fills most of that space. Beau stares up at it and shivers with fever and clench-jawed dismay; nothing that is happening to her feels good or normal or makes any kind of sense.

She remembers a party. Here in this room. This house they’ve had all of a month. This house that stands barren and watched, with her and her empire compatriots. This house that has never seen a guest while they have been in it—she remembers it filled with people and the chime of laughter and quiet conversation. Beau doesn’t remember herself, but she remembers this.

A party, back when the threat of war did not loom overhead. There were many of those times but the memories seem to be less immediate than those of Beau’s many deaths—a knife, plunged into—

She snaps her eyes back to the window.

Circular fogged glass.

‘Do you think it’s supposed to look like the moon?’ Lee asks her. She looks bored; she always looks bored at events like this.

Surathai flicks her eyes to the window. ‘Hmm.’

Lee scowls. Drinks deeply of the goblet in her hand.

‘Have I offended?’ Surathai asks, tone smooth and empty of apology or any of her own upset. And she is upset. Why? The thought shakes through her like the ringing of a bell and Surathai shivers with it. For a moment, she could swear that sweat dripped in a column down her neck, her spine. But the night is cool and she had not been permitted to wear her armour; her fine long tunic is untouched by sweat.

‘Have I offended,’ Lee repeats, the tone mocking.

Surathai arches a brow. It will make Lee furious. Why? That whisper comes again, and not far behind, like heavy blunt fingers poking and prodding, Who is she? What is this party?

Surathai glances about the space. She misses the way Lee scowls toward her as she scans the space: the Den umavi are clustered together like gossiping hens deeper into the house, their consorts either at their shoulders or, if they’re particularly lax, a step back from that most holy of spaces.

Lee tries shift deeper into the house without her, flanking through the east wing, a spacious library that corners onto the small dining hall.

Surathai wasn’t reborn yesterday. She follows easily. Each time Lee tries to ditch her, Surathai adjusts.

‘The more I must pay attention to you,’ she says, stepping into the space by Lee’s shoulder after the young woman had managed to put an entire door between them, ‘the less attention I have for would-be assassins.’

Lee scoffs.

‘Leylas,’

‘Shouldn’t you be calling me Your Majesty,’ Lee cuts her off, and the words sound bitter as she spits them toward her. ‘If you’re so intent on playing as my guard dog, at least do it properly.’

Surathai blinks. ‘Is that why you’re upset?’

Lee looks up from the spread—delicious, fresh, a real effort from the new Den—and for the first time this evening her lips soften from the flat obsidian slash they have been.

‘It’s a party, Sura. You’re my betrothed. You’re supposed to be on my arm, not at my shoulder.’

‘Oh.’

‘Oh,’ Lee repeats, but this time her mocking is far more gentle. Teasing, really. ‘You didn’t know?’

‘Was I supposed to?’

‘You’re not exactly dressed to fight assassins,’

‘I would make do.’

‘It’s a very expensive fabric.’

Surathai plucks at her tunic with a slow of mild distaste. ‘You do not need to buy me expensive items. Especially not clothing.’

‘I’m the Queen, nothing is expensive for me,’ Lee says with a wave of her hand. She laughs then, not quietly, and waves her hand far more imperiously when varied heads turn to look at the Queen and her Consort half-hidden in the next room. Lee waits until everyone averts their eyes. Then, ‘I’m joking, Sura. Don’t look so foul with me.’

‘Our people have need of that coin,’

‘I know, my love.’ The endearment slips out, the way so many secrets and memories do between them.

They’ve said those words many lifetimes over; they still bring a bruising flush to Surathai’s cheeks.

‘Hmph,’ she says.

Lee ducks her head.

No longer upset, Lee loses the sharp bearing with which she had cut through this party so easily before. She is caught in many a discussion with many a boring individual and as the night wears on, so too does the party on Lee’s patience.

Surathai steps in before Lee’s new tongue can get her in trouble with an old friend. She wraps her fingers around Lee’s wrist and pretends to not be surprised when Lee rests a good portion of her weight comfortably into her.

‘It’s a party tonight, Taskhand,’ Surathai chides. She is allowed to chide. Her only concern is the Queen and does not have to pretend otherwise, unlike her betrothed. ‘Forgive us but we haven’t had an opportunity to dance...’

‘Of course.’ The Taskhand bows, excuses himself.

Lee shifts, sets her chin on Surathai’s shoulder. ‘Bodyguard or betrothed, whichever, don’t let anyone talk to me for—the rest of the night.’ A great yawn cracks her jaw.

‘Shall I glare at them?’ Surathai asks, voice soft, cajoling.

‘Oh yes. You glare so nicely.’

‘Mm. I do try.’

Lee chuckles. Shifts closer still, winding her arms around Surathai’s middle in a loose hug. Sura returns the gesture slowly and begins to sway to the gentle music that drifts through all of this house.

‘What time is it?’

‘Late. Early, really.’ Sura glances to one of her disguised guards, flashes a question. When they respond, she tells Lee, ‘Three in the morning.’

Lee groans. ‘My feet are killing me.’

Surathai hums. Is doubly relieved that she had passed over the death trap shoes that had been delivered with the outfit. Her own boots could carry her halfway to Asarius Settlement before she started to blister.

‘Shall I carry you home?’

Lee’s arms cinch tighter. She turns, nose brushing against the sensation skin of Surathai’s neck. ‘Would you?’ she asks. Breathes. The question tickles against her skin on that quiet exhale; Surathai shivers.

‘Of course.’

‘Because I am your Queen?’ Lee asks. She tucks her face more fully into Surathai’s neck so that her expression cannot be seen no matter how Sura tries; her tone is entirely empty save for the note of the question.

Sura hesitates. She isn’t sure precisely what Lee wants from her; her fallback then, the oath she had sworn two-fold upon her sword, and the promise of her rebirth itself. Dedication to her Queen, and all else that follows—honesty, forthrightness, protection. Love had not entered that vow on any iteration; that was sworn later, that third oath, upon her knees once more.

‘Because you are my queen, and my wife-to-be, and my wife-who-was, and the woman I choose life after life.’ Lee hums. Surathai frowns. Had that not been the right answer? She searches her mind for what is missing and can think only that she would like for Lee to laugh. ‘I like carrying you,’ she blurts, feeling abruptly and stingingly her young age at the clumsy words.

She gets her wish though. Lee laughs suddenly, pulls back—not out of her hold, but enough that she can see Sura’s face.

‘Is that so?’

‘Well—I’m—‘

‘Strong.’ Lee drags a nail down one of Sura’s arms, over the dip and trip of her muscles. ‘I‘ve noticed.’

‘I wasn’t. Last time.’

‘Hmm.’

‘You like?’ Sura asks, clumsy pre-century flirting clogging her thoughts and tongue. She flexes. She hopes this isn’t the life Leylas decides actually this version of my wife is far too awkward.

//

Beau comes awake at the sensation of a cold hand on her head. Blinks up into blue.

‘Jes?’

Her friend smiles, relief clear across her face. ‘Beau! You’re awake! Oh my gosh, Beau, I’ve been so worried, you were on the stairs and you were, like, just staring at the roof and Fjord said maybe you had been paralysed or, or, your mind was gone because you couldn’t hear us and that wasn’t a fun time at all but then you started talking and Caleb said it was Undercommon?’ Jester says all in a rush.

Beau hears most of it. She understands most of what she hears.

‘It’s getting worse, Beau,’ Jester tells her.

‘I know.’

‘I think it’s time.’

‘I dont—I don’t want—‘

‘I know,’ she agrees, and winds cold fingers into Beau’s.

The shock of it is nice, like cold water on a hot day. Refreshing. Beau clutches at Jester’s hand, tries not to feel like the other girl has seen too much of her, seen her sick and shivering and way too fucking weak, tries not to feel like so much grime at the bottom of the bucket.

‘I know it’s scary, Beau, and you probably don’t want people in your mind,’

Beau agrees with a grunt.

‘But we don’t know how to help you and—‘ Jester catches her bottom lip between sharp teeth, worries at it. Her brows push together and up, the picture of concern. ‘You’re in pain, Beau. We don’t want—I don’t want you in pain anymore. It’s awful, it’s just awful.’

She blinks up at her best friend. ‘Feels—like my head is all - crammed full.’

‘Memories?’

‘Mm. Yeah.’

‘Does it hurt?’

The heat begins to ebb and fade, lulling her and sapping with it her energy. Beau feels heavy, her tongue dry and thick in her mouth. ‘Only when I die,’ she says unthinkingly.

Jester gasps. Squeezes her hands tighter. ‘Beau...’

‘Ask ‘em if it’ll help? I wanna—finish this. Stupid. To put it off. Stupid.’

‘No, no.’ Jester brushes her fingers over Beau’s clammy forehead. ‘Not stupid. You’re just—stubborn.’

Through her slow-blinking eyes, Beau sees Jester smile and it’s one of the loveliest things she’s seen in all her lives. She thinks she says as much. Maybe she doesn’t. She sleeps.

[mentalhealthcats]

Hey, I'm just here to vent, sorry. I'm in a bit of a tough spot right now, my mother said I could get a therapist, months later, she still hasn't, and I go to the doctor for the first time in 2 years, because she never schedules and my father is useless, my doctor said I needed a therapist. It has been another month, It's getting worse, and I feel so horrible, but I can't remind her because she'll snap, she does whenever you remind her of things she's taking forever to do. To top it all off, I got lead poisoning (which was on purpose) I found out there was chipping lead paint on my windowsill, so I ate a ton of it when I felt sad as a sort of coping mechanism, that or a plea for attention, but what good did that do me? The second my parents finished telling me about how I had lead poisoning, they moved on to talking about my sister, and how she needs to get tested, and how she's the one to be concerned about, and I care about my sister, but that hurt. Everything's been about her ever since she tried to kill herself. That was hell. I want to cut myself again. My sister found out I used to cut myself, and started checking my forearms every day, and took away all my sharp objects, but she stopped checking, and she no longer cares when I take scissors to my room. My parents knew, they didn't care, didn't say a word to me. I told them I thought it was lead paint. I told them, I knew it all along, and they brushed me off like a bug. My father will admit to that, he said sorry, I accepted it on the outside only. My mother has not appologized, she laughs it off like she laughed when I told her I had been sexually assalted when I was in 3rd grade. I am tired, tired of listening to my sister cry to her SO every night over Discord, of opening the door and eaves dropping because I can't stop myself, I'm tired of lying, and how easily people will buy outrageous cover stories. My sister actuallu bought "I hit my arm on the cactus next to my bed" as an explenation for clean, clearly self inflicted slits on my arm. I am tired of fearing a name because of the girl that had that name who got mad at me when I got the school councelor involved when she told me about her abusive father, and showed me her self abuse scars on the bus home from school, after she got mad at me the day before the big field trip, and sent me a string of enraged texts that hit the nail on the head for what I was insecure about after telling the councelor, after I spent a day on the field trip, glancing around nervously, only to be met with the seething glare of her mother, after "making up" when she decided it was ok again, after she talked about her being mad at me like it was no big deal, but in reality, it had caused my first panic attack ever. Once I walked in on my sister making me a gift for christmas, she screamed at me to get out, and so I did, quickly, I went to my room and cried. She soon came into my room, not to appologise, but to forgive me, for walking into her room, when she called me in. I have panic attacks when people are mad at me, and get extremely enraged when people want me to spend time with them instead of allowing me to be alone. I am sad when people text me, because I hate talking to people, and when they don't, I get lonely. They do not. No one likes me, I am second fpr everything, never a first choice. I am a regect, a table scrap, I am noone's best friend, and noone is mine. Pintrist's best friend crafts make my heart ache. I do not cry, I cry so very rarely, that I wish to cry every waking moment, to releave some pressure, because I am so stressed. I think i'm gonna start eating apple seeds, I am fed up with life.

There’s certainly a lot going on here and I’m truly sorry that this is your reality. I’ve had a few experiences similar to yours regarding dismissive parents and attention being placed on siblings instead but of course i can’t exactly relate to what you’re going through because i am not you. My biggest advice would be to build a support system. I know this is not as easy as it sounds but it is possible. Social anxiety can make you nervous around new people and depression can make you want to isolate. But you have to defy those urges and meet like-minded people. Family doesn’t have to be just people who are blood related to you. The second thing i would suggest is to find some different outlets that replace self harm urges. There are different types of coping mechanisms that are healthy that range from self soothing to taking out emotions in a healthy way. Crying can work for both of these. But of course me or the Internet can not replace a real professional but there is some ways to help yourself. Finally you must advocate for yourself. I find this to be the hardest for me since i am very passive and not assertive. But things will change for the better if you do. I realize all these things are difficult to do but they are necessary. I really wish you the best and i know things can get better for you.

[admiraltitmouse]

Some Reddie fluff with smutty undertones.

1350 words

Shit was getting weird.

More than what Richie or Eddie bargained for. Of course returning to your home town you could hardly remember--clearly your brain blocking out a lot of shit wouldn't be a luxury vaction. Though it wouldn't explain why Richie couldn't recall the good moments from his childhood either, something else was going on, there was something wrong with Derry.

Eddie was one of the people that were in all the good memories that were coming back to him. Their relationship was odd, if it was anyone else that Richie's unfiltered relentless jokes were directed to he would have had his teeth kicked in. Eddie as a kid would hate to admit it but he liked the attention--he knew in some weird way the jokes were Richie's way to express his love.

Richie was in his room of the Inn. The sun had been down for hours and chances were the rest of the gang were fast asleep. Being a borderline insomniac Richie occupied his time drinking whiskey, scribbling jokes down in his note book and pacing the room while he thought. He finished what was left of the whiskey in his glass before setting it down on the side table. The glass knocked against the wood drowning out the knocks on the door, it wasn't until the sound continued that Richie processed what was happening, standing in his boxers he frantically looked around for some pants.

"just a minute" he said loud enough for his guest to hear.

"stop jerking off and let me in" Eddie spoke from the other side of the door.

Richie's brows perked and his eyes widened. He stopped his search for his pants and went to the door, opening it a crack to see a distressed Eddie, his hands fidgeting and his eyes fixated on his shoes. Richie opened the door the rest of the way, "what's up Ed's?" his tone was concerned, Eddie looked at Richie and smiled slightly "I am freaking out, Richie" Eddie told him with a shrug of his shoulders, Richie placed his hand on his shoulder, human contact comforts some, or so he is told, "come in, I'll fix you a drink and we can talk about it" Richie stepped out of his way to let him in, he closed the door behind them and returned to thr bottle of whiskey and glass he left on the side table.

He poured a half glass for Eddie who was now sitting on Richie's bed, Eddie took the glass and sipped it as Richie took a swig out of the bottle. Richie knew well enough he wasn't the right person to talk about what the fuck was going on but he would do anything to help Eddie feel better. Richie joined him on the end of the bed. Richie's weight bringing Eddie closer to him as he sunk into the mattress, Richie made a face of 'well fuck, no more late night burger runs' and Eddie made a half smile and soft chuckle as their shoulders bumped together.

Richie smiled at Eddie but it faded when he remembered he was on a verge of a panic attack less than 5 minutes ago "what's on your mind, Eds?"

"so much...It, the fact we are all probably going to die, I am mad I forgot so much, I am mad I forgot about you and that I married that cow. I have wasted my life and now I am going to die-" he started to spiral.

"-hey, hey, hey. You aren't going to die" Richie assured him, though definitely not believing his own words, he had his own fears. There was silence between them again and Eddie let out heavy sigh. Richie had his impulse to lighten any situation and like word vomit he broke the silence with "didn't realize you were into beastiality Eds" He had a shit eating grin on his face. "fuck you" was all Eddie could say. They both laughed and fell silent again.

"I have missed you without knowing I missed you, does that make any sense" Eddie spoke again. Richie made Eddie feel something that he was longing for this past 27 years, he felt complete. Richie looked at Eddie, pained by what he was hearing and seeing, a broken man. Richie thought he was the only broken one in the group- they all had their problems. Richie stood and took another swig of the bottle of whiskey before setting it down. His heart was racing and his mind going a mile a minute, emotions boiling to a peak. He started to pace, back and forth a few times before Eddie stood infront of him, Richie stopped before he could bump into him. Eddie wrapped his arms around his torso. He frowned as he slowly wrapped his arms around Eddie's shoulders. He embraced him, tightening his grasp. Eddie nuzzled his head on Richie's chest and Richie had his chin resting on his head.

"I've missed you s-so much, Eddie" Richie told him, his voice cracking, his arms tightened around Eddie again. To Richie confessing that he missed him was like saying he loved him. Richie did love Eddie but Eddie was a married man- and he didn't want to complicate Eddie's life any more than it already was-at least that was the reason Richie convinced himself not to kiss him right here and now. In reality Richie feared regection, he couldn't risk losing Eddie, not now, not after just getting him back.

Richie had one hand between Eddie's shoulder blades and the other with his fingers laced in his hair. Eddie had let out a soft, content hum. His eyes were closed and he felt calm, "this is nice." Eddie commented, Richie's heart fluttered "if anyone came in here, they'd think we are gay." Richie replied, his word vomit. Eddie let go of Richie and Richie relunctently let go of Eddie, regretting what he said because it was indeed very nice. Eddie was staring at Richie, and Richie shifted in his spot a little uncomfortable by Eddie's gaze.

"what?" Richie piped up,

"just making sure you look as stupid as you sound"

"verdict?"

"your stupidity is incurable and spreading"

He replied, before bringing his hands to both sides of Richie's face, along his jawline, bringing him down to his level to kiss him. Their lips pressed against each other, soft biting and licking. The passion between them growing as the kiss deepened, Richie's hands also craddled Eddie's jawline. There was no space between them their bodies pressed together. Eddie's thigh grinded on Richie's groin. Their hands moved from each other's faces and now explored eachother's bodies, unsure what to touch or grab. This was new territory for them, to be with someone they actually cared for- to feel real passion.

"fuck.." Richie moaned against Eddie's lips as they parted. He grabbed his own growing erection, giving himself a slight tug "Sorry" he apologized feeling as if he had ruined a nice moment between them with his desire to fuck him. Eddie's cheeks went red, he looked at his tenting boxer shorts and smiled widely, pleased with himself.

"are you just fucking with me?" Richie panicked, remembering being bullied and fucked with as a teen. He was genuinely afraid that no one could care for him and that everyone was messing with him. "you're such a fucking idiot, Richie Tozier" Eddie exclaimed loudly his arms flailing as he start muttering nonsense. Richie felt foolish and embarrassed. Eddie was still baffled and was going off about Richie's comment, Richie tuned it out as his embarrassment faded and a smile formed on his face "-of course I love you, you idiot." Eddie blurted out. That, Richie heard. Eddie was like a deer in headlights, his dark brown eyes widening. Richie couldn't stop grinning, he lifted up Eddie and spun him around, beyond thrilled to hear those words, "Ha, ha. You love me" he said, impersonating Nelson from The Simpsons as he set him down.

"I love you too, Eddie Spaghetti"

"don't call me that."

[the-fiction-witch]

Londoner P2

REAL LIFE: COUPLE: TBS X READER RATING: CUTE

The outskirts the regects of london we called it, where daylight is a rarity and police are never seen unless there coming in for the girls. As soon as I got to my little house I parked the bike and just pulled it inside leaning it up against my work bench.

My house is little but I love it, Build it myself my little kitchen against the wall to the right with my work bench on the back wall with all my computers and tools, to the left was my little bathroom and the little stairs to the uper level with my bed and a skylight. I got some tools and began wripping this bike apart for parts, I clicked the radio on listening to the reports from the tower as I worked for a good long while my hands getting tired and my face oil covered. I heard a noise outside so turned off my radio cleaning off my hands with a cloth I heard another noise again so I grabbed my gun opening the door letting the light from inside flooding the door way outside “Someone there?” I ask into the dark

I saw a pair of feet sneakers, new ones, red with black laces “whoever you are,  your lost. Turn around London is about twenty mile back the way you came” I tell them

“Uhh No, I'm not lost” he answered it was that boy from earlier that Thomas guy he stepped forward so I could see him in the light from my door he rubbed the back of his neck looking scared

“what do you want?” I ask supried to see a london boy this far out

“You took my bike” he says “Can I have it back?” he asks

“why? You seem like a rich kid can't you just go get another one?” I ask

“I could” he nods “but... Please it's my bike I would really like it back” He says

“Anyone follow you?” I ask stepping out my door

“No, I don't think so” he says checking behind him

“Alright” I sigh “Come in” I nod putting my gun down and letting him in shutting my door behind him “Jacket off!” I order

“why?” he asked

“want your fucking bike or not?” I ask and he nods taking his jacket off putting it on the chair by my desk and shruged his clothes hung to him tightly “Undo your shirt” I tell him

“what!” he asked grabbing his shirt tightly

“Want your bike?” I ask waving the keys at him and he sighed taking a slow breath before undoing all the little buttons on his shirt letting it hang open exposing his pale skinny body, I went close to him making him look confused as I checked his back and his arms “No track, alright” I sigh giving him the keys “I've been fixing it up, taking the trackers out and such like” I explain

“Ohh, thanks I guess” he shruged doing his shirt back up and rolling up his sleaves to his elbows as I sat back at the bike he sat behind me looking at what I had done “what are you, some kinda mechanic lady?” he asked me a little puzzled

“Kinda” I sigh as I work

“what was your name again?” he asked rubbing his neck again

“Y/N” I smile

“Y/N what?” he asked fiddling with one of my tools, I wripped it out his hand and put it with my other tools

“Y/N Damma” I answer

“Damma?... Y/N damma, Y/N damma where have I heard that before” he says more to himself “Y/N Damma...” He says before he stook a sharp breath “Your- Your one of those” he began

“Yes, now please shut up” I sigh getting on with my work

“Your a britania federation rebal” he said very shocked slowly backing away from me till he hit my wall

“Relax, the stories aren't true london boy” I sigh

“You- You lot Kill london children” he stuttered

“That's what they say now? Fucking hell” I laugh

“You- You posion people” He stuttered sounding very scared

“How imaginative” I laugh

“You- ahhh! You made me take my clothes off! Are you going to rape me and throw me over a overpass?” he asks slightly crying

“Ohh come on!” I complain getting up “That's what londoner's think of us! When the hell has anyone every been raped and thrown over an overpass?” I ask

“I – I I don't know” he stuttered

“Arseholes” I sigh “Were rebals not the bloody boogie man, it's stupid londoners tell the kids horror stories” I sigh

“So... you don't do that?” he asked

“No” I laugh as I got back to work

“You're not as horrible as the stories” He smiled moving back to sit next to me

“Cheers” I laugh “what do they say then? What do londoners tell there little boy and girls about the BF?” I ask

“That people who live in the outlands are mutated from the great waste” he explained “and only get worse the more they inbreed with each other” he explained

“Okay now that is fucking rude” I sigh “I have been out here my whole life, never seen anyone even mildly mutated genetic or otherwise. Ohh except that one guy he had seven toes. That was strange” I explain

“Really?” He laughs and I nod

“I wont be done for a little while, want something to eat?” I offer

“Uhh no thanks” he answered looking worried

“Relax, I'm not trying to poisen you” I laugh getting two sugar pops and offering one to him “look still sealed” I laugh and he happily took it giving it a try

“Ummmm! What is this?” he asks

“A sugar pop” I laugh opening my own and starting to suck on it as I work

“It's Amazing” he smirked “what is sugar?” he asked

“You don't know what sugar is?” I ask “Ohh right, sugar gt outlawed in london” I laugh “you properbly shouldn't have this” I tell him trying to take it away but he moved away keeping it close to him “Alright fine” I laugh working on the bike “what else do they say in london?” I ask

“That BF men brake into houses and steal babies” he explained

“No, we do not do that” I laugh

“That BF men take young girls for uses” he explained

“Well, we do not do that either” I smile

“My mum always said outlanders girls where horrible, that they where the most ugly women in the whole world” he laughed and I glared at him “But... you don't seem it. Your very beautiful actully Y/N” He smiles at me “what do you guys to... when you come to london?” he asks

“Wreck buildings, cause horrible havok in order to make our point” I tell him

“What about when your out here?” He asks

“Live” I answer “what do you do?” I ask him “In london?”

“Ohh I work at London print, I'm an editor” he sighs “Thats all, nothing important” He shruged

“Really?” I ask him quickly

“Yeah, Why?” he asked licking the sugar pop

“How do you feel about the BF? Without the horror stories?” I ask

“I- I guess I never really thought about it to be honest” he answered rubbing the back of his neck “I mean you guys can't be all bad. But there- sorry you're always on the news not doing the best of things for londoners” he says

“Great” I sigh “That's the problem with londoners you only think about how this shit effect you, your all selfish you couldn't give to shades of shit what happens to the rest of us out here!” I yell “You all just think what you're told to think by your percious master player” I sigh

“Hold on Hold on!” he says putting his hand on my arm “I never said I didn't agree with you, I don't on a lot of things but... I don't agree with london on everything either” He says and I pushed his arm away

“like what?” I ask

“The whole..scanning you in and out of everywhere I always feel like someones following me” he answered seeming nervous and scared to say it almost checking over his shoulder

“Thomas” I laugh making him look back to me “Your safe, your outside of london you can say what you like” I laugh

“I don't like how we get forced into marriage, when I get married I wanna mary her for love not because we have like six weeke left before they patner us up” He sighed “maybe I don't wanna get married yet and setal down, maybe I wanna find a nice girl rather then get one thrown at me who's about as excited to marry me as I am to marry her, and the fact I have to be married I have two more birthdays before I am forced to, and Maybe I don't want a kid!” He yelled before I grabbed his hands

“Whoa... okay I get it Thomas” I laugh “You have a lot of repressed anger don't you” I laugh

“well where not allowed to complain about this stuff in london, so I never have before” he shruged

“aww, thats cute, come on say one of the big nine” I giggle

“The- really! I couldn't!” he says nervously

“your outside of london Thomas knowone will arrest you” I smile he looked nervous but a little excited

“You promise you wont tell on me?” he asked

“Thomas I'm a BF rebel you can say them all you like” I laugh and he giggled

“B- B- Bugger!” he yelled before covering his mouth

“There you go” I laugh “You can say all of them if you want” I laugh

“all of them?” he asks and I nod he took a deap breath before yelling quiet loudly “fuck! Shit! Bloody hell! Arse! Dam! Tit! Wank! freanking! Bugger!” he yelled before giggling like a little kid

“you alright?” I laugh

“Yeah” he smiles “I- I don't think I've ever said them outloud before” he blushed “I like it here” He smiles

“I do to, part of why  left really” I smile “I don agree with you the assinged marrage is kinda shit” I laugh “Hasn't been a wedding in the outlands for years” I laugh

“Really? One almost a day  in london, esspecaily given the fourty second generation are all coming to marry age” He sighed

“Yeah because If they don't they'll get thrown together with someone else on the same street” I laugh

“True, what did make you leave Y/N?” He asks

“All done” I smile finishing his bike “No trackers, no limiter, you can run off the tracks, go over thirty and pop from london to the outlands with no issues” I explain

“Oh thank you so much” He smiled “I don't know how I could possibly repay you Y/N” He cheered

“Save your londoner money Thomas, no use to me here” I sigh going and laying on my bed

“Would you uhh... mind if I came back? To like visit? It gets really boring in london days I'm not working. I'd love to come and swear with you again” he blushed

“Do what you want” I shrug

“Okay, well It was nice meeting you Y/N” he smiled taking his bike out and I heard him reving it and going off back to london, so I locked my door and got ready for a cold night.