#I looked very good today and kept the voice all day instead of dropping it halfway through like normal

[neverendingford]

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#tag talk #today is a sheher day. I got ma'amed by a woman today. men seeing me as a woman is easy mode. women calling me sheher means I've succeeded #it's funny cause this past week I haven't even been shaving I've just been showing up to work mildly (mildly) scruffy and being he him #but like. this morning I woke up like alright were putting on the voice and showing up to work in purple lipstick. very cool #I looked very good today and kept the voice all day instead of dropping it halfway through like normal #idk. I need to shake things up regularly. if I stick with one thing too long people start to slot me into a preconceived notion. #people start to fit me into a traditional cultural role and ugh gross don't fucking do that to me. #I think I'm starting to get a better understanding of what my gender really is. because like. it's not actually fluid. it doesn't change #I'm in different aesthetic moods so I wanna look different. but my vibes are always consistent underneath. #people relate to me differently when I present differently but I relate to them the same either way. they see me as different but I'm not #I think that's one of the reasons I do appreciate the ability to look fem. because there's a certain kind of dynamic that people fall into #and it's a dynamic I don't get at all when I'm presenting masc and have my voice lower. #idk. I feel like when men aren't being misogynistic to me they're often more open and excited about things when I'm fem. #like. they will stop what they're doing and talk about their construction project. their old cars. their vintage tape deck. #it's an excitement and joy that is often socially unacceptable between men. but when they see me as a woman they feel comfortable with it #and ngl I love being able to morph into whatever people need in order to feel comfortable talking about things.

[honeygrahambitch]

"Since laryngitis is not contagious I told Will he should definitely come to work today. Especially now that the Ripper dropped a body. He doesn't need to talk much. He can do his thing and then write a report on it." Jack explained to Hannibal as they arrived at the crime scene. "No one gets hurt and we get even closer to catching the Ripper."

"It's quite cold today." Hannibal commented as a tiny snow flake landed on his palm. "Will agreed I suppose?"

"He did, yes. But we have only been texting so I am not sure what state he actually is in."

Will was already there, next to Beverly, looking around the crime scene, examining something in particular. He was so focused that he didn't even hear Hannibal and Jack.

"Will." Hannibal greeted him. To that Will and Beverly turned to them.

"Will can't speak. Like, at all. I am doing the talking for him today." Beverly explained. Will rolled his eyes helplessly. "He is not thrilled about it but I can do a pretty good job."

"He definitely should not force himself." Hannibal agreed, frowning in concern. If Will was not making any effort to talk then it definitely meant his voice was gone. His usual strategy of ignoring any symptoms he would have did not work in this case.

Jack sighed loudly, probably understanding that Will should have indeed stayed home to rest instead of standing outside in negative temperatures.

"He wants to say that your coat looks majestic, Dr. Lecter." Beverly commented. "Jack, I'm not allowed to say what Will thinks about you at this very moment. I really want to keep my job."

Will didn't protest to any of the things Beverly said and pulled out a little bottle of pills. Hannibal was wondering if Will knew that aspirin won't help that much with getting back his voice. Was his throat sore as well? Probably. Will wouldn't complain about stuff like that even when his voice was perfectly fine.

Hannibal wished he would know that kind of things.

He wished Will would allow him to care for him.

That is why as soon as they were done with the crime scene, he asked Will to get into his car instead of Beverly's. He wanted to open his mouth to protest but the stern look on Hannibal's stern expression made him abandon his attempt to force his larynx.

As soon as they arrived at Hannibal's place, he started making some tea in a navy blue kettle.

"Ginger and chamomile tea does wonders for a sore throat." He explained as Will followed him with his eyes around the kitchen.

Will felt partially powerless and partially grateful. He could admit to himself that other than popping pills, he usually did nothing about feeling sick. He mostly took medication to function at work, he wouldn't need those at home.

"Thank you." He whispered.

Hannibal felt something warm inside himself at hearing his voice for the first time that day.

"You should have told- well, wrote Jack that you are too sick to work, Will. Just so you know, I'm not expecting you for our therapy session tomorrow." Hannibal said as he moved the cattle away from the electric stove.

"No, I can do it." Will whispered a bit louder and coughed immediately after.

"Therapy implies having conversations. And by canceling your appointment I don't mean that I don't want to see you tomorrow. You should definitely come here for dinner." Hannibal went on while pouring tea in two cups. "Sitting with you in silence is not something that I dread."

Will smiled at that. When it came to the two of them, silence was indeed not an obstacle. There was always something to project and something to observe.

Hannibal added a generous spoon of honey in Will's cup and none in his own.

Will opened his mouth to say something more but he coughed again. Hannibal passed him a note book and a pen.

"We can pass notes."

"How romantic" Will wrote to that, earning a genuine smile from Hannibal. Then he kept on writing and then handed the notebook back Hannibal.

"Since I can't talk and you insist on having me around I can finally do what you've been asking me for ages."

"And what have I been asking you for ages?" Hannibal asked curiously as he gave Will the notebook.

"You can draw me in your sketchbook and I promise not to move or make any comment about how boring it is." He wrote back and raised his eyebrows, watching Hannibal's expression as he was reading his words.

"Are you sure?" Hannibal asked trying to conceal his excitement behind a satisfied expression. He was already picturing each pencil or charcoal he could use.

Will nodded.

#hannibal #hannigram #hannibal lecter #will graham #hannibal nbc #hannibal series #hannibal fanfiction

[superprincesspea]

Ghost

Aemond is sick and you give him comfort.

Aemond/Reader

Fluff, Oneshot, 1322 Words

Masterlist

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When you're chosen to be Prince Aemond's chambermaid, you're grateful. He's not like the others at court. He's quiet, studious, and well regarded as a man of few pleasures except for his books. If that wasn't good enough, his room is always kept immaculate. So, all you have to do, is change the bed linens, clean the fire, and dust.   

You never even see him, at least, you never see him in his room.   

You see him in the halls, sparring in the courtyard and eating dinner at the high table. But he doesn’t see you. He doesn’t even know you.   

You’re like a ghost. Sneaking into his private space every single day yet leaving no real trace of your existence. Only hints.   

The straight stack of books, lined from tallest to shortest. The perfect shine on the gold sigil emblazoned on his chest plate. The sheets tucked so tightly over his mattress that you like to think he must battle with them every time he goes to bed.   

By now, you’ve haunted Aemond’s chamber for almost an entire year, and you’re thinking today will be no different, until it is.   

You’re quietly humming to yourself as you enter his room, your arms bursting with fresh linens and there he is, lying in the bed, his chest bare, the sheet sliding down his narrow hips.   

You almost scream in fright, dropping the linens to the floor before bowing deeply, respectfully. “Please forgive me, your grace, I did not mean to disturb you.”  

“Come closer,” he mumbles, his voice hoarse and you realize the room smells stale, the air thick.  

Still, you do as he’s asked and tiptoe towards him.  

Sweat glistens on his brow, his white hair plastered to his skin.   

You gasp, not really thinking before you place the back of your very cold hand against his very hot cheek.   

“You're burning up,” you say, snatching your hand away, but he holds your wrist, pressing you fingers back against his cheek and relishing your touch.

“I shall fetch the maester,” you insist, wanting to turn towards the door and leave as quickly as possible, but his grip is like a shackle.  

“No, stay-” he coughs, his voice as weak as a kitten despite the strength in his fingers.   

You give up trying to fight him and consent to stay. Perching gingerly beside him on the very edge of the bed and even this feels like an intrusion.  

Trying not to let your eyes stray down the length of his body which is still barely contained by the sheet, you pick up the jug of water from his nightstand and pour him a cup.   

Bringing it to his lips, he takes small but satisfied sips, his voice a little less husky when he says, “thank you.”   

No one you serve has ever thanked you for anything before, and a bubble of pride swells in your chest as you reach tentatively to brush your hand against the other side of his face.   

He nuzzles into it with a sigh, and you wonder what the other maids would think if they knew you had the prince in the very palm of your hand. But he’s too sick for you to really enjoy it.   

“I’m going to fetch a cloth,” you warn before standing and returning to your bundle of linens which are still spread across the floor.  

You find one of the rags you usually use to dust his bed frame. Its clean and fresh enough for you to dunk it in the jug of water before bringing it to his face, allowing the coolness to soothe the heat.   

Aemond’s breathing deepens, relaxed as you move the cloth from head to cheek before dunking it again and moving to his neck. Finally, you draw the cloth across his chest, but you dare not sink any lower than that.   

“You need medicine,” you tell him instead and he seems to concede to this, his head giving the slightest nod but his hand regaining control of your wrist.  

“Send the guard,” he whispers, and you do as he says, feeling frightened to issue an order to the men standing outside the door.  

They look at you as you’d expect, laughing, thinking you a stupid little girl, but no matter what they’re thinking, they still do as you have told them, and you find a certain pleasure in that.  

Returning to Prince Aemond, you offer him another sip from his cup and resume the press of cloth on hot skin until two maesters arrive.  

Ignoring your presence in the room, they squabble over the best course of treatment before procuring a glass vial filled with an unknown cure.  

“One drop every hour on the hour,” the oldest of the maesters warns as he hands the responsibility over to you.   

You want to tell him ‘no’, that you cannot possibly do this, but they are turning to leave, and they are shutting the door.  

Staring at the vial, you consider your fate if the prince were to die while you were caring for him, and perhaps that is exactly why the maesters were so quick to leave.   

You could leave too, but you take one last look at Aemond, who looks so pitiful in the bed, and become determined not to lose your head for such a thing as letting him die.   

“Open your mouth,” you order, taking out the little glass dropper to give him a dose of whatever will cure him.   

Afterwards, he falls asleep, and you wait for the hourly tolling of the bells to give him another drop, every hour on the hour.  

Before long it is dark and his fever has not broken so you stay, sitting in a chair which you’ve pulled to the bed and flicking through the books though you cannot read them. Instead, you imagine their stories and the stories are always the same.   

Ones where you are the person who sleeps in such a grand room. Where you do not need to clean linens or sweep soot from the fire because you are the wife of a prince instead of his chambermaid  

When the bell tolls for 5am, Aemond stirs and you lean in, meeting his eye before pressing your hand to his head.   

“How are you feeling?” you say, thinking his temperature feels much cooler.  

Aemond rolls his shoulders with a groan before sitting up on his elbows to grab his cup of water.   

“I feel like I’ve been swallowed by a dragon and shit out the other end,” he says, his voice still croaky before he takes a long drink, and you suppress a laugh.  

When he places the cup down on the side, his eye meets yours before falling to the chair pushed up beside his bed, and there is a sudden shift in the room.   

You can’t pinpoint exactly what it is, you just know that you don’t belong here anymore.   

Ghosts are not supposed to be seen.   

You stand, picking up the chair to place it back beside the desk and, though this room is as familiar to you as your own, you feel like an intruder.   

“Will that be all, your grace?” you say, your head bowed so he cannot see your face.  

“No,” his tone is stern, and you meet his eye, nerves pricking at your skin.  

“I want to thank you for today,” he says, much clearer than before, and that same swell of pride fills up your entire chest. 

You can't say anything, only smile bashfully and feel as though you might be walking on air as you scoop the linens from the floor and leave. Only this time, you don’t leave without a trace.   

Prince Aemond knows exactly who haunts his room and he starts to see you everywhere.   

In the halls, in the courtyard, from the high table.   

It only baffles him that he never really saw you before.   

#aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #aemond/reader #aemond fanfiction #fluff #romance #hotd #fanfiction #female reader

[poppadom0912]

Excuses

Warnings: Mentions of fainting, diabetes, canon-typical injuries

Summary: You suffer the consequences just because your teacher thought you were making excuses.

A/N: First fic of 2024!!! I had plans that I was going to post weekly in the new year just like last year but things went downhill. This january and february has had its very good but also really bad moments and even writing this was a struggle. I've found myself in a weird place of wanting to write but struggling and all of a sudden not being able to balance my schoolwork and writing. So I took a lil step back to solely focus on my work but looking at everything now, my fic updates will be much less frequent but hopefully just as or if not, more fun to read.

I feel bad for not saying or posting anything since the new year but I'm here now and hopefully will be more alive. I've got lots planned for you beautiful people, several series and way too many fics in my drafts that I cannot wait for you all to read. This wasn't as long or as juicy as I intended but my brain completely failed me so I hope this is good enough. I initially wanted to post this at the beginning of March but I finished the final editing today so here you go!!

Final note before we start, I have general knowledge about diabetes but that's all from my grandma. I have no idea if it's the same for teenagers so I'm sorry for any mistakes. Happy reading!!

Your biology teacher had been on maternity for three weeks now and you were seriously contemplating life.

Because of the crappy rules surrounding maternity leave, when your teacher refused to return before her three months ended, your school had a supply teacher fill in for her till she came back.

Since day one, you knew you hated her.

It was mid lesson and you knew as soon as you started feeling sluggish that your sugar levels were dropping. Your thoughts were only confirmed when your Dexcom receiver let you know of your decreasing glucose.

This wasn't a usual occurrence. Will and Jay always made sure you had eaten enough and you had the means to maintain the needed glucose levels so that nothing happened.

Alas, you were up late revising and you were stressing about keeping up your good grades. Jay was rushing you out the door because he needed to go to a scene he'd just been called to and Will was out walking Kol and hadn't seen you leave.

In conclusion, it'd been a hot minute since you last ate something.

The school were well aware of your diabetes. It was one of the very important things your brothers stressed them about when you first started.

Most students knew about it actually, having seen your Dexcom and not understanding since a diabetic child apparently wasn't common according to them.

So, when you randomly pulled out a snack from your bag mid class, no one questioned it and instead would make sure you were okay. There'd never been a problem before in school and everyone wanted it to stay that way.

However, this new teacher, Mrs Byrne was apparently completely unaware of your medical condition.

"Y/N. You know the rules about eating in class." She said strictly, pulling away all the attention from the board onto you.

She stopped you in the middle of opening the packet of fruit gummies. You frowned, looking at her confused along with your classmates.

"I have diabetes." You said bluntly, continuing to open the packet. "I don't eat this and I'll pass out."

Mrs Byrne only rolled her eyes, smiling at you condescendingly. "I've heard that excuse hundreds of times, give those to me."

You scoffed at the audacity, refusing to hand over what was yours.

It was when she started walking towards your desk with a pep in her step that the entire class got involved. Their raised voices overlapped, some angrier than others over what was happening.

However, you too were Stubborn alike to your brothers so you kept as firm of a grip of the packet. You turned a blind eye to the anger fuelled cover teacher. You continued to smile as she spewed threats of all sorts.

Due to your frustration and annoyance over the teacher who wanted to take your gummies away, you didn't notice how everything started change; how hard it was to move your eyes and lips, your limbs getting heavier and you thoughts slowly getting muddled up.

Lost in a daze, you were no longer able to fight back when she pulled harder, successfully snatching the small packet out of your hands. It was now that the class got furious, your friends were already up and at your side but now they were verbally attacking the teacher.

Fed up with her petty behaviour, you were going to get up and go to the nurses office who would take care of you but getting out your seat was harder said than done.

With one of your friends help, you weren't too sure who was helping you from your hazy sight that cleared when you blinked too many times.

You were wobbly on your feet, taking slow and hesitant steps towards the front of the classroom but before you could leave, you felt your legs give out and everything went black.

*****

It turned out that supposed crime scene that he was imminently needed at was nothing but a prank by a bunch of college boys resulting in a grumpy Hank putting them in cuffs and having them fined for a very reasonable reason.

That's how the rest of the unit found themselves finishing up paperwork, catching up about life in general as they debated what they were getting for lunch.

Jay was smugly sitting back, eyes flickering between Kevin and Adam who were bickering over something trivial when his phone rung, catching everyone's attention.

They were all so bored and normally when one of their phones went off during work hours, it meant something came up and they were needed.

In interest, everyone turned their heads towards Jay and waited for him to tell them they got a crime scene.

Picking up his phone, Jay's brows furrowed at the number, confused as to why your school was calling him in the middle of the day. They'd only call him if two things happened: You'd gotten in trouble or you got hurt.

"Hello. Is this Y/N Halsteads brother Jay?" A voice he couldn't recognised asked, most likely some lady from the main office.

"Yeah, that's me." Jay confirmed, sitting up in preparation for whatever he was going to be told.

"So sorry to interrupt you sir but Y/N collapsed in class." The lady said with guilt laced in her words. "Your other brother didn't pick up the phone. We called to let you know we had to call the paramedics and they've taken her to Chicago Med."

"Uh yeah." Jay said, collecting his jacket and keys. "Yes, thank you."

Not waiting for a reply, Jay hung up and quickly knocked on Hank's office door frame.

"Sarge, I gotta get Y/N-"

"Go get her. We're done here."

*****

Wanting to pull his hair out, Will rubbed his eyes in frustration, glaring at his patients scans that only confused him further. He was tired and was coming to half way through his twenty four hour shift.

"Dr Halstead- Uh, Dr Rhodes in T4." Maggie stumbled, looking down at her brick and making sure she read it correctly.

"What's wrong?" Will asked, confused as to why Maggie changed her mind which she usually never did.

"It's Y/N."

Now fully awake, Will followed Connor towards the ambulance bay where you were being rolled in. You were groggily sitting up on the stretcher, you hair a mess and a few scratches around your face and hands from when you fell.

"Sylvie, what happened?" Will asked the blonde paramedic while looking you over. He desperately wanted to check you over himself but let Connor do his thing. He really did not need Ms Goodwin on his case today.

"Teachers didn't tell us much but her classmates said she collapsed after not being able to eat." Sylvie relayed the minimal information she knew, shrugging her shoulders when the two doctors looked at her weirdly. "No one would tell us anything more."

"Y/N, it's Connor. Can you hear me kid?" Connor said while pulling out his penlight. He was like another brother to you, his concern just as high. "Can you tell me what happened?"

You groaned, mumbling nonsense with your eyes screwed closed. Your words were mostly unintelligible but Will understood them mere seconds later.

Fixing the problem you complained about, Will turned down the lights and let Connor continue fussing over you.

It didn't take long to find out the cause of your collapse, Will sighing at the news when he read the numbers from your tests.

"I thought she was always on top of her sugar levels." Connor said, closing the room door so you could sleep in peace.

And what he said was completely true but they weren't aware of why you couldn't today specifically of all days.

"She is." Will said, rubbing a hand down his face in frustration. "Maybe her dexcom malfunctioned or something."

Connor hummed, agreeing with his friend.

"Hmm, maybe."

*****

Arriving at Med, Will gave Jay a detailed rundown of everything he new about your medical state but also the events pre your hospital arrival.

Getting a good look at you, holding your hand in his and kissing you on your forehead, Jay was more than happy to leave you in your oldest brothers safe hands while he got to the bottom of this entire ordeal.

He noticed Sylvie was still at Med, Foster mentioning they were running low on a few supplies so they needed some stocking up. Jay took this opportunity to interview the two paramedics and try to get further understanding on this situation that wasn't making much sense to him.

Arriving at your school, Jay had some thoughts in mind but they weren't very concrete and his confidence wasn't as strong as he'd like it to be.

Walking into the school, Jay immediately noticed an entire class sitting and standing around in the corridor waiting in front of the principals office.

One of the girls who had been sitting in a chair had caught sight of Jay, her eyes widening before she smiled, gently nudging the girl next to her and pointing in his direction. The girls reaction was the exact same.

This created a sort of domino effect as the boy next to her noticed Jay and everyone was telling the other of his sudden arrival. The once silent corridor was now beginning to fill with murmurs and whispers, all their eyes glued onto his figure that moved down the corridor, their shocked faces quickly changing into smiles and smirks.

It seems that Jay had a reputation of sorts.

"Why are you making so much noise? What did I just say about talking-"

The principal cut himself off from his scolding when he suddenly noticed Jay's presence, his face blanching as all the pieces clicked into place.

"Detective Halstead! What a surprise, we weren't expecting to see you so soon-"

This time Jay cut him off, not too bothered about his lack manners. "My brothers with Y/N at the hospital so I thought there was no other perfect time."

The principal remained silent.

"Now, why don't you explain to me why my sister fainted under your watch?"

The students behind Jay couldn't help but snicker knowingly.

#onechicago #one chicago x reader #one chicago imagine #halstead sister #jay halstead #will halstead #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead oneshot #jay halstead x reader #jay halstead x sister!reader #will halstead x reader #will halstead imagine #will halstead x sister!reader

[papercorgiworld]

The headmaster’s special assignment: you

f!slytherin!reader x Sebastian Sallow

A little bit of fluff with a smutty ending! So beware!

You can safely read until the smut warning.

A/N: Feedback is always welcome

First week back at Hogwarts and Sebastian had already earned himself detention twice. It was probably a record and the reason he was currently walking the stairs to the headmaster’s office. He swallowed as professor Black looked up at him. “Ah. Mister Sallow.” Sebastian nodded. “You have been a troublemaker from day one, but it gets worse every year.” Sebastian forced an apologizing smile.

“I’m starting to think Hogwarts isn’t the right place for you.” Sebastian's eyes widened. No, this could not be happening. “But! Headmaster-'' Professor Black shook his head. “I don’t want to hear it. You get one last chance to do it right. And a special assignment from me.” Sebastian was both surprised and curious. “What do you mean with a special assignment?” “It concerns my niece: y/n /l/n.” The headmaster explained. Sebastian was shocked. You, the quietest and sweetest Slytherin were related to this man. “She’s my sister’s daughter and I hold her very dear.” Black informed Sebastian with a stern voice. “Of course. How can I help?” Sebastian offered, trying to sound as responsible and trustworthy as possible.

“I need you to take her to the Hogsmeade dance. Watch over her. Make sure she has a good time. And, most importantly, drop her off safely.” Sebastian had several questions, but the impatient look on the headmaster’s face kept Sebastian from asking any.

***

The next few weeks Sebastian turned your world upside down. Suddenly he noticed you, everywhere and all the time. He would offer to be your partner all the time, you would study together and when in the common room he would always sit near you. You didn’t ask any questions about his sudden interest in you. You had had a crush on Sebastian since fourth year, so you were all butterflies and no brains.

Though Sebastian was clearly on a mission he had started to enjoy your company. He had always known you to be sweet and smart, but there was more to you. You, like him, shared an interest in the dark arts and you turned out to be quite the dueling talent. However, Sebastian was a simple man and couldn’t look past the fact that during the last summer you had changed… physically. You were always good looking, but now he had to loosen his tie every time you came a bit too close.

Sebastian and you had teamed up for a Crossed Wands duel and just won. In excitement Sebastian threw his arm around your shoulder. He quickly realized he was way too close to you for his own comfort. Your warmth, your soft smell and your smile. It made him drift off to a place where it was just the two of you. Instead reality hit, it was Lucan that pulled Sebastian out of his stream of thoughts about you. “Well done to both of you. You two make quite the team.” You smiled and a little blush creped up your cheeks.

Sebastian noticed, he had noticed more then once, that you always blushed when people referred to the both of you as a team or pair. He had a suspicion that you liked him. So, why was it so hard to gather the courage to ask you to the dance. He had to do it, Black expected it from him. Part of him did also want to spend more time with you and yet asking you out for the Hogsmeade dance felt out of character for him. He led his arm drop from your shoulders as you went to pick up your bags.

“Did you already write that paper on Wiggenweld?” You asked to make conversation, as you noticed Sebastian was a bit out of it.

Sebastian simply nodded. He was acting rather odd today. He was quiet and constantly in deep thought.

“Penny for your thoughts?” You said as you took a step towards him, screening his face for any clue as to what was on his mind.

He laughed nervously and tousled his hair a few times. ‘Be smug. Be cool.’ Sebastian gave himself a pep talk.

Ominis who had only just joined you two immediately picked up on what’s going on. A wide smile appeared on his face. “Do you know what’s going on with Seb?” You asked Ominis as he obviously knew more than you.

“I'm pretty sure that he’s trying to ask you to the Hogmeade dance… but failing.” Ominis said without mercy, putting Sebastian on the spot. Your mouth fell open, your mind exploding with excitement, was Sebastian really going to ask you?

“Wha-ah…” Sebastian stuttered, going from slightly pink to full red. He noticed people staring, they clearly heard Ominis. ‘Ominis will pay for this’ and with that thought Sebastian regained control over himself. "Yes. I wanted to ask you.. if you would like to go with me… to the dancing… thing?”

“Smooth.” Ominis said with a cheeky smile.

You laughed at Ominis’ comment, making the whole ordeal very embarrassing for Sebastian. When you noticed Sebastian was really dying on the inside you reached for his hand and squeezed it gently. “I would love to go with you.” You gave him a kiss on the cheek that felt as soft as a feather.

“We should probably go. Potions will soon start.” You said trying to play it cool and calming the butterflies in your tummy.

***

The evening of the Hogsmeade dance went terribly wrong. You were all dressed up and ready to go. You headed towards your meeting spot and you were about to turn the last corner when you overheard Ominis and Sebastian talk. Ominis left and Sebastian turned around to see you peeking around the corner. He smiled his most charming smile at you, but you would not have it.

“You are unbelievable! You only asked me to the Hogsmeade dance to get out of detention?!” You yelled furiously. Sebastian was shocked, but he did not panic.

“To not get expelled.” Sebastian pointed out calmly.

You wanted to yell and curse, but you couldn’t find the words. So, you simply turned and headed back to the common room.

“Y/n, don’t go!” Sebastian ran after you. “I’m still the same Sebastian. We could still have fun at the dance.”

“Sebastian, you don’t understand. I thought you wanted to go to the dance with me, because you liked me.” You confessed feeling, you were so embarrassed. “So, be honest with me. If it wasn’t for my uncle’s request would you have asked me?”

Sebastian looked down at his shoes. “No, I wouldn’t.” You sighed as you heart ached, this night was a nightmare. “I don’t want to go the stupid dance. I want to take you the Undercroft and show you a ‘really’ good time.” Sebastian confessed, while he continued to study his shoe.

“What’s the Undercroft?” You asked and Sebastian looked up. Only a moment later you realized what else he had said. “What do you mean with a ‘really’ good time?”

“I can show you.” Sebastian answered with a smile. You were not quite sure if that was an answer to the first or the last question, but it didn’t really matter.

(❗️warning: smut ahead)

“This is the Undercroft.” He said as you both entered the room. “Curious.” You said as you took in the mysterious room. You looked at Sebastian with hungry eyes. Suddenly he pushed you into one of the pillars and lifted you up. Your legs wrapped around him and he started kissing you with fierce lust. One hand feeling up your breast, while his other hand slides under your dress to squeeze your ass. You completely surrendered to your instincts, pushing yourself into him and tangling your fingers in his hair.

You pushed him a bit off of you. “Are you sure no one will come up here?” You asked, while you took in his hungry look. “Do you think I would undress the headmaster’s niece here if I wasn’t entirely sure.” He said with a smug face while loosening his tie. “Undressing?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at his arrogance. With that question he turned you around and started biting and kissing you neck. You had to steady yourself against the pillar. Carefully he undid your dress and it elegantly slipped over your skin, falling on the floor.

At the sight of you in only your panties Sebastian led out something between a moan and groan. His pants were getting too tight. He pushed his middle against your ass to make sure you knew exactly how desperately he wanted you. Like the look in his eyes hadn’t already given that away. He kneaded your breast gently and kissed your neck like he owned you. You whipped your head back and allowed yourself to enjoy how well he was treating you. “Having a good time?” He asked in a whisper. “Could be better.” You said as you suggestively brought his hand to your panties.

“Demanding.” Sebastian noted as he smiled against your neck. “Your Hogwarts carrière depends on my night, remember.” You pointed out. Sebastian simply huffed and turned you around. He took off his shirt, giving himself some much needed air and you a good view. Your hand shamelessly feeling his chest. His lips quickly found a nipple to play with and his fingers were tormenting you as he ever so slowly entered a finger between your folds. You softly bucked your hips making clear to Sebastian that you were in need of more.

You moaned as Sebastian did all the right things to your body. His fingers found the right spot, making you arch your back. He smiled in amusement as he saw you surrender to him. Pulling his hair you brought his lips to yours demanding a kiss and he answered with more passion than you expected. He deserved more than he was getting right now and you wanted more of him anyway. Your hand slipped from his neck, to his chest and eventually his pants. He rubbed himself against your hand and you smiled against his lips.

He pulled out his fingers, kissing you reassuringly and picking you up to bring you to a sofa. He had once conjured the thing for comfortable reading and lonely moments that required his hand to do the work, never thinking he would ever get to lay there with someone, leave alone some as perfect as you. He put you down gently and took his pants off. As he helped you remove the one piece of clothing you were still wearing he worried how long he would last. You were driving him mad just laying there.

You brought his face to yours and kissed him gently, while your hand moved to his member giving it a few strokes. You noticed how he closed his in an attempt to keep control. His fingers once again moved between your legs, this time to simply check if you were ready for him, because he sure was ready for you. Once he confirmed your wetness he aligned himself perfectly with you. Though he looked hungry as placed himself between your legs, he looked up at you for a moment with a gentleness in his face. “May I?” He whispered. “Please.” You begged, still moaning under the control of his fingers. He entered rather forceful, his lust for the beauty in front of him taking control. He gave you a moment to adjust as he kissed you softly. While he leaned on one arm by your side, his free hand played with your breast and nipple. He started trusting at an eager pace and observed every noise and move you made to make sure he was pleasing you right.

Every time Sebastian hit your sensitive spot you opened you spread your legs a little bit more as a way of begging him for more. As he felt himself get closer he was rougher on you, squeezing your ass as he grabbed a hold of you to mercilessly pound into you. As if everything he did to your body wasn’t pushing you enough, his panting and moaning were sure to push you over the edge. As you were losing all control over your body you tried to hide your face in an attempt to keep some of your dignity as you lay there under him as a moaning naked mess. However, Sebastian would not have it. He quickly cupped your cheek and pecked your lips. As he noticed your embarrassment and how much control he had, an amused smile formed. He kissed your neck and whispered in your ear. “Come for me.” As you grabbed a handful of his hair to keep him close to you he listened to the most beautiful sound escaping your lips. Best assignment ever. Sebastian thought as he released himself.

As you both lay there tangled on the sofa, catching your breath, your mind started to wonder. For a straight A student you really had done a stupid thing. Sebastian was your long time crush, but you were just an assignment. You had been way to eager following him to this Undercroft. A sweet kiss on your cheek pulled you out of your thoughts. A smile replaced your worries. You allowed yourself to enjoy his warmth for as long as it would last.

Sebastian still hadn’t slipped out and just lazily lay half on top of you still somewhat supporting himself so he wouldn’t crush you. While it was taking a lot of him he tried to keep his eyes open and enjoy the view. “We should probably move.” You softly spook with hesitation in your voice. Sebastian nodded and you untangled yourself from him. Hating the feeling of him not inside of you and his warmth not all over you. You sat on the sofa shamefully looking for pieces of clothing, when Sebastian gently stroked your back. “Yeah. I should probably still take you that dance.” A smile tugged at his lips as you turned around with surprise all over your face. “You know, we need an alibi for this evening.” He kissed your shoulder as you again turned away from him. Couldn’t he just admit he wanted to spent more time with you. Nope, Sebastian Sallow was already planning your wedding, but it would take weeks before he would admit to you that you were more than an assignment from Headmaster Black.

On your way to Hogsmeade Sebastian reached out for your hand and squeezed it. You smiled, wondering if Sebastian’s assignment was really your uncle’s idea. Maybe it was your mother’s idea? However, neither would be pleased with the way it played out. But you definitely were.

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[soupandsimple]

Scones, The Bun & A Kiss (With Remus Lupin)

[ accidentally interrupting husband Remus’s class ]

* FLUFF 🥰

** warnings? pregnant reader

This was requested: see the ask here

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Owning your own bakery usually left you with very little free time during the day. That wasn’t a complaint though; you loved that you could make a living doing one of your favorite things. Now that you were pregnant however, and per your husband Remus’s request, you had to leave a lot of the day to day work to your two trained, trustful employees.

That’s not to say you stopped showing up at the shop. You’d still pop in regularly to help with custom orders or just to see how things were running which almost always led to some leisure baking on your part. Today particularly, you made a couple of batches of chocolate chip scones and decided to take some to Remus to share with his coworkers.

Arriving at the castle that afternoon, you walked to his classroom and respectfully knocked at his door just as you always had in case he was with a student who needed extra help or in a meeting with someone.

Inside, at the sound of the knock, Remus stopped mid sentence, held up a finger to his students and walked to the door to answer it.

“Hi love!” you greeted excitedly at the sight of him.

Remus didn’t reply but instead simply raised his eyebrows in amusement and pushed the door further open so you could see what was in progress at the moment.

Peeking in, you saw he had a full class in session and instantly drew back and quieted your voice.

“Oh, I’m sorry Rem. I just thought I’d bring some goodies down for you and your coworkers…” you said, holding up the basket filled with chocolate chip scones and a silky ribbon tied on the handle. “I totally forgot you had a class right now though, mommy brain must be coming early for me.”

Remus chuckled and lifted his wrist to look at his watch. You took a glance at it too and saw it was a quarter till three- immediately your original plan changed.

“Actually, can I maybe give these to your class instead?” you asked.

“Well, we are pretty busy but…. I’ll allow it, Mrs. Lupin” he said charmingly.

You smiled pretty and walked through the doorway. All the students silenced and turned to you at the sound of your footsteps coming in.

“Class, this is my beautiful wife, Mrs. Y/N Lupin,” Remus announced as he closed the door.

Some of the young girls at different desks aww’d which made you remember all too well how you were just like them at that age; just absolutely in love with the idea of love.

“Annnndd….” you sing songed. “This is baby Lupin” you rubbed your protruding belly.

Remus smiled, admiring the way you didn’t shy away from being in front of his students despite only just meeting them.

“Now I didn’t mean to interrupt your class but I brought these pastries for Mr. Lupin and his coworkers,” you told the students, lifting the basket in your hand. “And, while learning about the dark arts is important I do also know it can be daunting at times. So how about this, here’s a little treat from me to you.”

You passed out the small, fresh baked goods, going from desk to desk and once you were sure everyone got one, returned to the back of the classroom where Remus still stood. Your basket was almost empty, save for three scones.

Both of you stood for a moment just watching the students delve into the treats with sounds and chatter of pure delight and happiness. You couldn’t help but beam in satisfaction at their enjoyment; you then reached into the basket and handed Remus a scone. “And yours, Mr. Lupin.”

He snickered at your professionalism. “Thank you,” he said, taking the scone and giving it a bite. “These are almost as sweet as you angel,” he complimented but not speaking again until he finished chewing.

“And how are you and our little bun doing today..” he asked, hand dropping to your belly to give it an affectionate rub.

You looked down at his hand as it moved at the center of your bump and smiled. “We’re good. Kept me company while I made these scones for you, won’t be long now before we have our baby out here in the real world watching me bake.”

“Hmm… no, not long at all” he hummed, leaning it to give you a chaste kiss.

A kiss while on the clock for work was something Remus Lupin had always deemed as inappropriate, but when you get him thinking about that baby of his on the way, you can bet his set of rules start to become fuzzy.

“Rem” you whispered coyly, eyes shifting towards the direction of the students.

Almost all of them were staring at the pair of you; some snickering but most just with pursed lips and attentive eyes.

Remus slowly took a step back from your immediate space. “That, students, is a kiss between man and wife” he smiled, with a little finger movement indicating they should turn to face the front. “Now let’s continue where we left off before Mrs. Lupin interrupted us” he instructed, with a wink back at you. That calm demeanor in which he handled situations had always been a weakness of yours.

You then watched as he walked back up to the front of the room and resumed his lesson. At a little table Remus kept at the back of the room for disruptive students, you set your basket down and took a seat. It wasn’t everyday you got to see your handsome man passionately teach his heart away, so you devotedly took in every second. Your baby was also happily taking it in too apparently, for it kicked at your belly every so often no doubt at the sound of Remus’s familiar, smooth voice.

Meanwhile, in his peripheral vision, Remus kept catching you with your hand at your bump, attentively listening to his lesson and in turn, couldn’t wait for class to be over so he could properly kiss you without the snicker and stares of his students. <3

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[jazminrhode1]

Omgggg come back!! I have seen so much smut recently and I cannot dealllll :( Anywayyyy I was wondering if you could write something wedding themed totally up to you what you want, happy sad whatever I just literally finished your master list and need more lellll x Thank so much bby

The Big Day Chris Sturniolo x Reader One Shot

Summary: Heartbreak on your wedding day.

Word Count: 1375 words

Chris was sitting in the back of his parent's minivan that you had both spent countless nights in when you were teens. As they drove down the streets painted with memories of your younger years, his heart began to race.

“How are you feeling?” Nick asked from beside him.

Chris ignored the question and instead responded with, “Will you fix your fucking tie?”

MaryLou caught his eye in the rearview mirror and offered a gentle smile. You’re going to be fine, sweetheart, is what she wanted to say but, she refrained. Today was a big day and she knew that Chris wasn’t good at times like this.

As they pulled into the church parking lot, it was filled with faces from their past and strangers that somehow made the invite list. Surely half of these people were friends of your parents that not even you recall meeting over the years.

As Chris got out of the car, your younger brother ran over and pulled him into a hug. He was so much taller than Chris now. His voice had dropped an octave and Chris’ heart lurched as he recalled the 5 year old that would run down the driveway to greet him when he came over to your house.

Chris kissed your Mom on the cheek, shook your Dad’s hand, and gestured an awkward wave to people as he made his way inside. Matt and Nick followed closely offering silent apologies to people they didn’t even know. Surely your Mom had shown them pictures of you both when he was a scrawny teen and your hair platinum blonde.

Chris often thought back to the early days of your relationship and the promises that you made to one another. He always knew that he was going to marry you, there wasn’t anyone else in this world for him. He met you on the playmat at daycare when you were both 4 years old and he has been fighting his whole life for you.

Your parents laughed about the two of you growing up and falling in love. He would bring you flowers in elementary school, write your Valentine's Day cards in middle school, and finally worked up the courage to ask you out in sophomore year. It was like a love story that was always destined to be.

As he stood in the church beside his brothers, his palms began to sweat. Like the time he walked up to your front door to pick you up for your very first date or on prom night when he waited to see you in your dress for the first time. There were so many times that he waited for you with sweaty palms and shaky hands. There were so many times that you took his breath away.

He could hear the crowds filing into the church pews that were behind him. He kept his eyes fixed on the ground between his feet and clasped his hands together to stop them from shaking.

Matt placed a reassuring hand on his back as he whispered, “You got this.”

Chris forced a smiled as the organ began to play. It felt like the blood drained from his body when he heard the church doors open. Gasps and exclamations of how beautiful you looked set butterflies swarming in his stomach. 

His legs felt like they were going to give way and he did his best to stop himself swaying from side to side. Matt wrapped an arm around Chris’ shoulders to steady him as best he could. He knew this was a big day for his brother.

One by one Chris saw your bridesmaids take their place by the altar. They were all in blush satin dresses like you had always dreamt they’d be. When you were 16, talking about the kind of wedding you wanted, Chris would have never been able to imagine the picturesque fairytale unfolding before him. There was, however, one thing he knew for certain - he would have given you whatever you wanted.

As you walked down the aisle side by side with your Dad, the wedding march sounded more like a funeral procession. He locked eyes with your Mom as you passed by his pew and made your way to your soon-to-be husband.

It wasn’t until this moment that it sunk in for him that he had missed his shot. From the day that he met you, you became the main character in his story and even after you broke up, he always hoped you’d find your way back.

Even when he got the wedding invite in the post - the one he always thought would be from Christopher Sturniolo & Y/n - he pictured you calling it off and coming back to him. He pictured a phone call from his Mom saying y/n and that boy broke up. He pictured himself standing up when the preacher said speak now or forever hold your peace and professing his love for you. 

As he sat in the audience watching a beautiful nightmare unfold before him, he knew that he had missed his chance. You were marrying this guy that he hadn’t even bothered to learn the name of and, even if he did profess his undying love for you, he wasn’t sure that you still felt the same way.

As the ceremony came to an end and the crowds followed you out, Chris stayed in his seat for a while. Matt and Nick made their way back in to find him - their hearts broke for their brother.

Out of everyone, they knew all too well how difficult today was for Chris. They knew that, for him, you were it. They knew how heartbroken he was when you left. He had mourned, for years, a future that never got to unfold. 

In the bittersweet daydreams of ‘what ifs’ and ‘could haves’, Chris would take you by the hand and run back through time to when you first met. If he had his time over, he would do things differently and you would be taking his last name today.

Instead, he wiped the tears from his face and parted with his brothers. He made his way to the dimly lit daycare room at the back of the church. It was a little smaller than he remembered but, nothing much had changed.

The timeout chair that Nick spent every afternoon on was still facing the back wall. The stuffed animal that Matt would suffocate when he cried each time his Mom left still sat atop the bookshelf. The tables were still arranged in groups of four. The height chart was still stuck on the back of the door. If he closed his eyes, he could pretend that you were both hiding in the play tent or holding hands as you sat on the mat.

He heard the creak of the door open behind him. As he turned around he spat out, “I’m coming.”

It wasn't his parents or his brothers standing behind him as he had expected it to be. It was you. There you were. 

For a split second, he was standing across from you at the altar preparing to say 'I do' before reality slapped him in the face and brought him back.

With a smile, you said, “I’m so glad you decided to come.”

I really didn't want to. “Me too”, he lied.

“I just wanted to say thank you," you began as his eyes met yours, "I am who I am because you loved me when I couldn't love myself. I always thought that we'd end up together but, I guess we were made for other people.”

His heart shattered as tears formed in his eyes. I only exist for you.

"But, I will never regret you or us. You are so special to me and even though we grew apart, you were the best part of my younger years. So, thank you, Christopher Owen Sturniolo. I think I'll always love you," you said as a tear slipped from your eye.

He was unprepared for this conversation. He has so much to say but, none of it felt right.

"Thank you," he said, "I am so happy that you found the love that you deserve."

You took in a deep breath as you walked over and pulled him into a hug. His arms wrapped around you. You held onto each other a little too long for ‘just friends’ and a little too tight for ‘strangers’.

He patted your back as he pulled away. "I think your husband might be waiting for you," he said.

"Right", you replied as you wiped the tears from your eyes. As you headed to the door, you spun back toward him, "How do I look?"

His breath caught in his throat, "You look beautiful," he whispered, "he's a lucky guy."

You held his gaze a second longer before you slipped out the door and down the hall. Someone always has to be the first to leave and you never thought it would be you. 

Chris pulled out one of the toddler chairs, sat down, and dropped his head in his hands. Nick and Matt had been waiting for him in the hallway and rushed in after you left.

As Matt knelt down in front of Chris, for the first time in their lives he didn't know what to say to make his brother feel better. He wanted to take the heartbreak from his brother but, he couldn't. Chris looked up, tears rolling down his cheeks.

"I'm sorry," was all Matt could come up with, "I know how much you love her." Love not loved because he knew that Chris was scared that he would always love you and that he would search for you in every person that he met.

Matt and Nick helped Chris to his feet and pulled him into a hug. Sometimes there are no words that you can say to fix a broken heart.

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[aalyssah]

Harsh Rejection

Pairing: Seth Rollins x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst/Fluff!

Word Count: 1,596

Summary: You confess your feelings to CM Punk, but after the harsh rejection you go to Seth for comfort, but instead, Seth goes to confront him, saying words you weren't supposed to hear.

A/N: Haven't wrote for Seth in a minute. Btw, should I write for Punk? Hope You Enjoy!

Today was the day you thought to yourself as you checked your appearance.

You were about to confess your feelings to your long time crush CM Punk. Although he might be 12 years older than you, with you being 33 and him 45, you've always had a thing for dilfs.

You walked out your hotel room, went to your car, and began driving to the arena. The whole ride you gave yourself a mini pep talk, trying to somewhat convince yourself that after you confess your feelings, he'll accept you, and you'll be a nice happy family.

(With a little bit of controversy, of course)

You parked and instantly skipped your way inside the arena. "Hey, have any of you seen Punk?" You asked a near-by staff member. "Yeah, he's over there." You thanked the woman and off you went towards that direction.

As you turned the corner you saw CM talking to Kofi. "Hey, Punk!" You called out, slightly waving to him. CM and Kofi stopped talking, looking at you.

You missed the way Punk's face changed into an annoyed expression. "Hey, Y/n, what's up?" CM asked, sounding unsure. "I was wondering if we could talk, in private?" CM looked at Kofi for a second, silently communicating before Kofi left.

You smiled as CM gave you his attention. "What did you wanna talk to me about?" He asked, taking a seat on a crate. "So, I just wanted to tell you something and it's that, I like you. I think you're very hot and I wanted to know if you like me back?" You looked at him nervously, hoping he would say something positive.

For at least a good second he was quiet, just staring at you. "Are you serious?" You nodded your head. "Do you feel the same?" You quietly muttered, biting your lip.

Punk abruptly stood up, shaking his head. "No. No I don't." Your mouth dropped open in shock. "What? Why?" You mewled out.

CM looked at you like you were crazy. "Why? Because you're a kid! I'm 12 years older than you. Plus, I've been talking to someone." Confusion took over your face. "Who?"

"Aj Lee. We've been talking for about a month now, and she seems really mature for someone like me."

Oh.

You looked down at the ground, trying to process everything. "So you don't want me because you're older than me?" CM took a deep breath, running a hand across his face. "No, it's because I don't like you. You're annoying, your in ring skills kinda suck, and you're not my age. I can't be seen with you."

You felt your heart shatter slowly as he kept talking. "And imagine the controversy online. It would go crazy and I can't live that life, especially not with you, so why don't you go find some other old man to crush on because it's not gonna be me."

CM didn't stick around to hear what you had to say and it wasn't like you could say anything. You stood there frozen, taking in all the words he just said to you.

Your vision began to slowly blur up as tears glossed your pupils, before you knew it, tears spilled from your eyes, down your cheeks.

Just then, Nia Jax walked around the corner, laughing historically. "Oh, poor Y/n, just got rejected by her idol, CM Punk." You turned to her with sad eyes. You felt humiliated. "You really thought he would be with someone like you?" She laughed loudly, making you run away.

You ran far away from that corner. Your feet took you to a specific locker room. 3 small knocks and the door opened revealing your best friend. "Hey what- Y/n?!" Seth's shocked voice echoed through the halls.

He instantly pulled you in the room, cradling you in a hug. "Hey, what happened, what's wrong?" Seth kept asking, but you didn't respond due to your cries.

You felt heartbroken, humiliated, and angry. Seth soothed you, running a hand through your hair. "It's okay, calm down." His words made you snap. "No, it's not okay!" You cried even louder.

Seth jumped at your sudden outburst. "What happened, why are you crying? Please, talk to me." He pleaded, concern clear in his eyes.

"I confessed my feelings to CM Punk and he rejected me and then Nia started bullying me about it. I felt so humiliated, and Punk even degraded me." As your sentence finished another rack of sobs came from your throat, but Seth didn't hear it.

All he heard was the last part of your sentence. 'Punk even degraded me.' Curiously, he asked, "Degraded you? What did he say?" You began telling him the whole conversation, anger taking over his face at each word.

For someone like Punk, you would expect him to have some dignity to his co-workers whether they have a crush on him or not, but the words he said to you were totally uncalled for.

"Then, he told me to 'find some other old man to crush on' and left." Once you finished your story, you went back to crying, a huge headache, attacking your head.

Seth didn't know what to do. He's never seen you like this before, and it hurts him. Seth loves you much more than you think.

He gently took you in his arms, tucking your head in his neck. "Okay, okay, calm down, it's okay. He's not here anymore, nor is Nia." Your cries died down and Seth finally let you go.

"Sit here and look pretty for me, I'm gonna go talk to that bastard." Seth stood up and walked towards the door, but you called out to stop him. "Wait, Seth, stop. He's not worth it." You tried reasoning with him.

It wasn't a secret that Seth hated Punk ever since his changed headspace, but now this is gonna make things even worse. Like said before, Seth loves you and even though you don't know that, he was gonna make sure CM Punk knows.

Seth gave you one last look before leaving the room. He stalked down the halls with a mad look. "Hey, have you seen Punk anywhere?" Co-workers and staff members shook their heads, scared for what was to come between the two former friends.

Seth ended up finding him sitting on a crate, scrolling on his phone. "Aye, Punk!" Seth yelled, his voice echoing around the halls. CM looked up and saw an angry Seth coming towards him.

"You wanna talk bad about Y/n?" CM smirked, understanding what this is about. "I wasn't talking bad about her, all I said is that I don't want her." Seth growled at how cocky CM sounded, and that dumb smirk on his face pissed him off even more.

"That's not all you said. You said she was annoying and she sucks in the ring. Do you know how bad that hurt her?"

Punk had a straight face, seemingly not caring for what Seth was saying. "Do you think I care? I told her how I felt, she got pressed, it's not my fault." Punk nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders.

Seth grew mad, finally giving Punk a piece of his mind. "Y'know what Punk, you're nothing, but a sorry man who always wants to ruin someone's mood. Y/n is a good girl. She's good in the ring, and she's far from annoying, and if you can't see that, you're just stupid."

Punk's eyebrows rose, face looking a bit surprised. "Oh, so you're defending her? Do you like her or something." Seth bit his lip at Punk's teasing, but it was now or never.

"Yeah, Yeah I do like her, and that fact that she was after someone like you still has me confused till this day. You don't deserve someone like her. Hell, you don't even deserve to be in a relationship because every single one that you have, wether it's friends, or family, you always manage to fuck it up. I hope you realize what you did saying those words to her because you're never gonna have another chance."

Punk's facial expression finally changed from that smug grin to now anger. The fact Seth called him out and said such things about his relationship with his family made him feel the same way Seth did before his confrontation.

Pissed.

Seth walked away from Punk, feeling confident and proud of what he just said, but as he turned the corner there you were with a small smile on your face.

"Y/n? What are you doing out here, I thought I told you to stay in the locker room." You ignored his worrying, wrapping your arms around his neck.

It took Seth by surprise, a gasp escaping his lips. "I heard everything you said." Seth froze up. Did he just ruin the friendship he had with you? "Yeah, about that, I-" You cut him off when you pulled back and engulfed his lips in a kiss.

Seth let out a shocked noise, but soon relaxed into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist, and pulling you closer.

Seth felt like he was on cloud 9. The feeling of your lips were so soft, something he's been dreaming of, and he finally can feel the real thing.

He broke the kiss when he heard the sound of footsteps approaching y'all. You avoided his eyes as a staff member came around, looking at you two suspiciously.

You both giggled as you ran away, back to his locker room, forgetting about that harsh rejection from Punk.

#seth rollins #seth rollins angst #seth rollins fluff #seth rollins imagine #seth rollins smut #seth rollins x reader #seth rollins one shot #seth rollins fanfic #seth rollins wwe #wwe fluff #wwe smut

[hellfiremunsonn]

Stuck With Me. Eddie Munson x Reader

AN: At the end of each chapter will be a picture of ‘your’ Journal. Photos, and writing of a little bit from each chapter. 

(THIS IS A REUPLOAD ALL CHAPTERS WILL BE RE UPLOADED ONE BY ONE)

I do not allow my writing to be republished anywhere other than my own blog without my consent.

WARNINGS: Nothing serious I don’t think in this first chapter.

WORDCOUNT: 2k

Chapter 1: I Made Pasta

It’s 6:35pm when you finally make it through the threshold of your shared apartment with your best friend Robin. After a terribly long shift at a coffee shop just down the road you could barely make it three steps before dropping all of your belongings and laying flat on your back on the cold hardwood floor.

Soft music from the radio in the living room echoed around and you could smell something with garlic cooking. Bare feet thumping loudly down the hallway; stopping only a few millimetres from your head. You opened one eye, squinting the other while looking up and an upside down robin. Her hair a curtain around her face. 

“You didn’t even make it to the carpet today” She said, voice soft with sympathy. 

You groaned and closed your eyes again, pushing out your bottom lip in a hefty pout. 

“I’m making pasta, do you want any?” she asked, her footsteps retreating into the kitchen.

“Please?” you said finally sitting up off the floor. You hated complaining about working at the coffee shop because if you were being honest to anyone other than yourself, you were really lucky to have it, and really lucky to actually like the people you worked with. The past retail jobs you had with snotty coworkers, and middle-aged women forming cliques; the coffee shop was a breath of fresh air in comparison. It was just always hard. Being too nice for your own good and often got taken advantage of which leads you to constantly be overworking, and so sometimes, coming home and laying on the floor is the only thing you can manage for about twenty minutes. Ten if robins cooked something. 

You and Robin have lived together for about two years now, but you’ve known her for three. You met at some shitty bar with a bunch of college kids you didn’t know and ending up sticking together and getting high in the girls bathroom. You fell in love with who she was instantly. The way she talked so quickly and passionately, her thoughts tumbling out her mouth before she could even process them. The insane amount of knowledge her brain could hold, constantly blurting facts about almost anything, being able to keep them all within relevance of the conversation was something you almost envied. She had this really good friend Steve. Steve Harrington; they had apparently gone to school together but when they showed you old pictures of them you would have never imagined them ending up as friends. They became close after working together at some ice cream shop in a mall back in their old town that apparently burnt down, and they kind of trauma bonded from that. 

Steve was funny and quick witted, often called you out on your own bullshit before you even saw it. He was a delight to be around honestly and if you and Robin had an extra room you know he’d stay here. His parents are rich apparently, but he was quite adamant about paying for his own shitty apartment instead of having his parents rent out one of the nicer ones down town. He stayed down there most days. 

There was another kid who came around every once in a while; Dustin… something. You could never remember his last name, but Steve looked after him like he was his younger brother. Dustin was also from Hawkins along with the other two, and it was sweet knowing they all kept in touch as often as they did seeing as they were so far from their home town, and all grown up. 

You was jealous sometimes. Jealous of the life they had before, and the friendships they kept. You never had the opportunity to stay anywhere for very long. You lived with your aunt Jean, and money was hard for her. She adopted you after your mom died when you were six, even though she already had four kids of her own that she was raising. It was hard raising us as a single parent, and her kids didn’t exactly like you.

So with Jean often unable to pay rent, you moved from place to place every couple years. It gets tiring being the new kid, so when you turned eighteen you moved out here you decided to stay as long as you could; and every year you’ve been here since Robin has made it worth it. (Although you would never hold it against her, you do miss her when she goes back to Hawkins for the holidays to visit her parents) 

Those first couple of years on your own were terrible until you met that chatter box of a woman named Robin. 

Finally lifting yourself off of the floor you walked towards your room, putting your things away and ridding yourself of your old work clothes. Dropping them to the floor you searched through your dresser pulling out a pair of pyjama pants and an old baggy Metallica shirt. You never wore it out in public because their music wasn’t exactly your thing, but Robin had given it to you; saying it was an old friends and she didn’t want to keep it but felt guilty if she threw it away or donated it. So naturally you took it in happily. It was too comfy to throw away, so it became a regular sleep shirt. 

Sliding your way back into the kitchen Robin was placing two bowls of pasta onto the counter. Grabbing both you brought them over to your little rounded kitchen table that you stuck in the corner. It was a tight squeeze but you made it work. “Have I ever told you that I love you?” you said to her with a mouthful of noodles. 

She laughed and slid into the seat across from you, placing two graciously full glasses of white wine. “Once or twice, usually not through a mouthful of food, but still meaningful nonetheless” she quipped. “I am a really good cook though” She admitted. 

“You are, I don’t know why Steve is always so shocked about it" 

“Because I could barely make toast without setting something on fire when I was in high school" 

"I just find that so hard to believe” You said. “I always picture you as this person” you gesture towards her. “Just maybe a little smaller, and maybe more shy”

“Oh I’m still shy” she pointed at you with her fork; half a noodle dangling from it.

“I know, I’ve seen the way you talk to women remember?” You laughed. “You’ve gotten better though, and you’re back together with vickie right? That’s gotta be good for something”

“Yeah I guess” Sighing she poked around her bowl.

“Trouble in paradise?” You ask while raising an eyebrow. 

She rolled her eyes at the cliche phrase. “I don’t know, I think I’m just worried that maybe the break wasn’t enough for her and that she’ll realize I’m not that great and she can do better, even though I personally think were perfect for each other, I mean we literally fit together like a puzzle piece, and I don’t know how or why but we do and I-’

"Robin” You say cutting her off. “Sometimes taking a break is really beneficial for bother parties you know? Distance makes the heart grow fonder or some shit; whatever that saying is, anyways” You said swirling your hand in the air. “If vickie doesn’t see how fucking incredible you are, even now after the break, or even when she locked eyes on you for the first time, then she isn’t worth it…” You paused. “I know it’s not exactly what you want to hear, but you are more and you deserve more”

She looked up at you, eyes  bleary with tears. Smiling she wiped at her eyes, a small chuckle escaping her. “You really are the best of best friends a girl could ask for” Her eyes widened at her words. “Don’t tell Steve I said that, he might have a mental breakdown”

“Oh I’m absolutely telling Steve you just said I was the bestest of best friends. I need to rub it in that little twerps face” You said grinning. 

“Oh!” She exclaimed. “I told Steve we would go back with him to Hawkins on Friday for the week, because I know you’re off work, and I can take my work with me anywhere really, and Steve said that the gang really wanted to get together for the Corroded Coffin show at the bar, and I couldn’t exactly say no so” she stopped to take a deep breath. “You’re gunna see the lovely little shit hole that is Hawkins Indiana” She smiled brightly in anticipation. 

You really didn’t want to spend two hours in a car to go visit a town you had never been to, to see a band you had never heard of, but you couldn’t deny the curiosity you had to finally being able to see Robins home town.

“Friday?” You asked and she nodded. 

“But that’s tomorrow" 

She bit her lip and gave you a pleading smile. And when your best friend gives you that ‘please do this for me I need you there and I made you noodles’ look. You just can’t say no.

"Fine” you groan. “But we’re taking my car, Steve can drive himself, I’m not getting stuck in the backseat with you and your stinky feet again" 

"That was one time!” she argued. 

“One time too many if you ask me” you fake annoyance.

“Also thank you, I really appreciate you coming… I didn’t want to see Vickie for the first time since the break alone, and Steve isn’t the best wingman”

“I’d kill a man for you” you said taking another mouthful of noodles. “Just give me the word baby”

“God no wonder Steve always thinks we’re secretly dating with the amount of flirting we do” she said shaking her head. 

“Hey if you don’t flirt with your best friend then what’s the point in even having a best friend?”

“I don’t flirt with Steve” She pointed.

“Yeah cause you’re a lesbian Robin”

She shrugged in agreement and you both went back to eating your pasta. 

Around 9pm you decided to head into your room to start packing your small suitcase. Robin said to pack something for every possible scenario, including the bad ones. Whatever that means.

It was mid July so you decided on half the clothes being okay for hot weather, and half of them being for cold weather, with a few extra cozy options for good measure. You threw an all too new looking copy of The Lord Of The Rings, on top (Something you had been meaning to read for a while) and then fumbled around for toiletries. 

“Hair brush, hair ties, headband?” You questioned looking back at your dresser. It was covered in all types of jewelry and hair accessories mixed in with the endless amount of paint supplies. “Nah no headband” You decided. “toothbrush and toothpaste? I’m sure Robins parents have toothpaste…” You bit your lip. What if they were the type of people that just didn’t share toothpaste? “Whatever” You rolled your eyes.

Robin knocked lightly on the doorframe of your room. 

You give her a quick glance while continuing to move around your room. She crept in and sat with her legs crossed on your bed. “You’re talking out loud again” she said reaching over to grab one of your stuffed animals, cuddling it to her chest.

“Shit” you mumbled. “I really gotta stop doing that” An embarrassing habit when you were nervous. You even used to have to grit your teeth together to stop myself from looking like a crazy person when you were out in public, but at home, it didn’t really matter all too much if Robin heard you. After a few more minutes of shoving things into your suitcase you stood back to look at it, hands on your hips. “Do you think your parents will like me?” You say abruptly looking up at Robin. 

She raised a brow “Yeah probably, why?”

“I don’t know, I just don’t want them to think you’re living with some weirdo roommate" 

She laughed. "They already know who you are, they don’t think you’re weird. They have me as a daughter, their perception of weird is much different than any ‘normal’ humans”

“Yeah I guess you are a big weirdo huh?” You tease. 

“The best in the bizz” She said with a yawn. “Alright I’m gunna try to sleep, I’ll wake you up in the morning” Skipping out of your room and to her own she yelled a “Goodnight!” Before closing her door. 

You sighed looking at the time. Not feeling tired enough to sleep yet so you decided to journal a little bit to pass the time. Scribbling doodles and words all over the pages, adding as many stickers as you saw fit. It was one of your favourite pastimes because not only did you have your own words to look back on, to remember fond moments, you always slapped a couple of Polaroids onto the pages for extra nostalgia. The process of it all was calming, and often soothed any anxieties from the day whenever you got to sit down, and glue, and tape a bunch of stuff onto the lined paper. 

Finally deciding to crawl into bed before your week of 'vacation’ started. Wrapping your blanket tightly around you, shutting off all the lights except for one and closing your eyes. Naturally sleeping didn’t come easy, and you tossed and turned all night until around 12:30 am. You fell asleep sometime soon after that, adding another page to your journal in the process.

#hellfiremunsonn #hellfiremunsonn stuckwithme #Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson fic #Stranger Things #Stranger Things fic #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson x you #Stranger Things fluff #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #Eddie Munson x fem reader

[glitch-karma]

Chuuya Birthday Oneshot

Happy (Late..) birthday to the best boy, and my highest kin &lt;333

The day was cold and rainy in Yokohama as you sat there in your small shared apartment. Your boyfriend, Chuuya Nakahara, Executive of the Port Mafia, had been gone for weeks on some mission. Today was his birthday. And it was the first that you two weren't together for.

You sighed as you set the wrapped presents you had for him on your table, along with a handwritten poem that you'd made for him. Birthdays were always hard for Chuuya. He'd always put up a big fuss every time you talked about it. You had a nagging feeling it was because of the incident with Paul Verlaine a few years back. Chuuya was never quite the same since then.

You wanted to be with him so bad. Just to feel his soft lips pamper your face with kisses as you run your hand through his messy orange hair. The feeling of his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, as if he never wants to let go. The way he'd whisper in your ear that you two would stay home instead of going out to celebrate. You craved his touch.

You stood up sadly, making your way to your room to grab your phone. You and Chuuya were originally off today, but since he wasn't here you figured you may as well stop by Mori's office to see if there was any work to be done.

As you walk back into the kitchen you sense something, or rather someone, was watching you. You stop walking for the door for a second. Looking at your surroundings. You very slowly reach for your back pocket, pulling out a small semiautomatic hand gun and pointing to the celling above you.

"Jesus Doll!!"

You immediately recognized the voice as you stared up at the celling. The man you missed the most.. And you were pointing a gun at him.

"Oh my god Chuuya!" You yell, dropping the gun as he deactivated his ability, getting down on the floor. You immediately jumped into his arms as he laughed, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in tight. "that's not the reaction I was expecting from that, but it sure was a good one," Chuuya joked as he kissed your forehead lightly. "I missed the hell out of you, y'know?"

His grip on you was just as expected, like he wanted to hold you and keep you safe in his arms forever. You two stood there in silence for a few moments before you lightly pulled back, taking his hat off of his head and tossing it on the table beside you.

"Happy birthday. I'm so glad your home for it." You said, placing a hand on his cheek, observing all his facial features. His beautiful blue eyes, his almost feminine eyelashes, the small amounts of freckles that dusted his face, and of course his smile that never left his mouth.

He chuckled, kissing you again. "I couldn't stand being away from you today. All the men on the mission kept singing happy birthday and doing all this extra shit"

You laughed as you imagined how annoyed Chuuya must've been. He's never been one for big parties. He's not really one for any big celebration unless there's wine involved. Speaking of wine.

As Chuuya pulled you back into his grip, he noticed a pretty bottle of wine with a red ribbon wrapped around it sitting on the counter. His eyes lit up as he grabbed it, still keeping his grip on your waist nice and tight. ""Brunello di Montalcino Collosorbo".. You really went all out." Chuuya read the name of the wine out loud, putting his head into your collarbone, his breath lightly tickling your neck.

You chuckled, fluffing his hair. "And after we're done with that, I may draw us a nice bath.. Maybe open up that nice 87' bottle?" You said lowly, making Chuuya shudder lightly. "I am so lucky I have you." He said, standing up and pulling you into a passionate kiss. Everything was just, Perfect.

"My partner Nakahara Chuuya, A tempestuous storm, fierce and true, His fiery spirit burns so bright, A force to be reckoned with in every fight. His words cut like a sharpened blade, Yet with me, his kindness is never swayed, A complex man with a heart of gold, In his embrace, I feel safe and bold. We walk the streets of Yokohama, Side by side, no need for drama, Our bond is strong, unbreakable, Together, we are truly formidable. His crimson cloak billows in the wind, A symbol of his power, of the life he's been, But I know the real man beneath, A soul that's suffered, yet still believes. Chuuya, my partner, my love, In your presence, I soar like a dove, I am proud to stand by your side, Forever with you, through every tide. Happy birthday, Chuuya. Y/n."

(I hope it was worth the wait!!! Happy birthday Chuuya <3)

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[cuddlepilefics]

No, I’m not

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie: Felix

Caregivers: Stray Kids

Prompts:

#sickmas: shivers, cups of tea

#merrywhumpmas: fever, chills, denial, whining, laryngitis

No one’s POV.:

Felix woke up freezing and pulled his blanket tighter around his chilled body. Something didn’t feel right but he couldn’t yet pinpoint what. As he grew more lucid, he picked up on the blaring of his alarm and dazedly shut it of. Realizing he’d have to get up, Felix sighed and flinched. The small sound had sent a sharp pain down his throat and he dropped his head back onto the pillow, defeated. He knew he had to get up but at the same time, he just couldn’t find the energy to. Goosebumps spread down his arms when he finally rolled out of bed, the movement throwing him off balance. Weird. Why did his head feel so light?

Dressing in baggy sweatpants and an oversized hoodie to help him warm up, Felix looped a scarf around his neck and left his room. Seungmin and Jeongin were already eating breakfast, while Minho had waited for him, worried the Aussie might oversleep. “Good morning”, the older smiled, “Wasn’t sure you’d get up. Come eat so we can get going.” – “I’m not hungry”, Felix forced out, his voice scratchy and weirdly high-pitched. Talking hurt more than he had expected, so instead of grabbing something to eat, he went to prepare himself a cup of tea. Minho was quick to take over and guided his dongsaeng to the dining table, instructing: “You gotta eat, Lixxie. We have a long day ahead of us, flower, so you will need all your energy.”

The petname made Felix feel weird and he muttered awkwardly: “I’m not little, hyung.” Three pairs of confused eyes scrutinized him. “It’s okay if you are”, Minho assured, figuring the other was denying it because of their work schedule. He had secretly been little at the company building a couple of times though, so he should be fine. Why wasn’t he honest with his caregivers then? Shaking his head, Felix wanted to argue but Seungmin hummed: “Why’s your voice so high then? You sound like you’re small, bubba.” – “Just a sore throat”, the Aussie denied, realizing he wasn’t up to an argument.

He didn’t feel like they believed him but gratefully accepted the cup of tea Minho brought him. The older had almost transferred the drink into his dongsaeng’s sippy cup, had Felix not shot him a very stern look. Since they were running a little late, the Aussie managed to get out of the dorm without being forced to eat breakfast, much to Minho’s dismay. His hyung was determined to keep a very close eye on him though.

Felix kept his eyes cast to the ground as he trudged along the rest of the members, shivering despite the number of layers he had put on. “Yeah, he refused to eat breakfast and I’m pretty sure, he’s little though he denies it”, he heard Minho tell Chan. Rolling his eyes, Felix piped in: “No, I’m not.” His voice was barely loud enough for Chan to catch it and the effort hadn’t really been worth the pain. Holding back tears at the pain in his throat, Felix ducked into his scarf and muffled a weak cough.

As soon as the members had arrived at the studio, Felix settled in next to Hyunjin, hoping his friend’s warmth would ease his chills. “You probably won’t be able to record today, right?”, Chan asked softly, “Minho told me about your sore throat.” – “Don’t think so, sorry”, the younger forced out. Assuring Felix that it was fine to postpone his recording session, Chan took his seat at the mixing desk and got to work. Hyunjin felt his fellow dancer shiver and whispered: “Are you could?” Giving a pathetic nod, Felix huddled tighter, relieved when the older draped his arm around his shoulders.

They were just taking a short break, when Changbin crouched in front of Felix and hummed: “Lix, we have a bunch of coloring books in the desk drawer if you want. I bet it’s stressful to pretend to be big and work like an adult when you’re little.” – “For fucks sake, why do y’all keep treating me as though I was little?!”, Felix whined hoarsely, “No, I’m not.” – “Well, your voice his high-pitched, you’re really cuddly and whining doesn’t necessarily support your case”, Jisung listed but grew soft when he noticed the tears in the other’s eyes. “My voice is high because my throat hurts like hell”, the dancer snapped, “I stay close to Hyunjin because he’s warm while I’m freaking cold and excuse my whining but it sucks when nobody believes you!”

Felix’ voice had started to crack more towards the end and he was full on sobbing now. Whether he was crying from the pain or the frustration, he didn’t know. Gently ruffling his hair, Hyunjin shushed: “It’s okay, I believe you.” The younger looked up at him with bloodshot eyes, hesitantly leaning into his touch. “You’re burning, Lix, so I’m not surprised you’re having chills”, Hyunjin informed quietly, “Already woke up with that fever, huh?”

While 3racha discussed how to proceed, Felix closed his eyes and relaxed into Hyunjin’s affection. “Lix?”, Chan hummed, catching his dongsaeng’s attention, “You won’t be recording today and the rest of our schedule consists of dance practice, which you also have no business attention with a fever, so there’s really only one question. Once I arrange your ride, where do you want to go? Back to your dorm to try and sleep it off or to a doctor to get your throat checked. I’d vote in favor of the latter because your voice really concerns me but ultimately, it’s up to you.” Pulling out his phone, Felix typed for a moment before showing Chan the screen. He’d see a doctor about his sore throat.

“Text us as soon as you get home, okay?”, Hyunjin instructed, brows furrowed with worry as he fixed the boy’s scarf, “And let us know if you need anything.” Felix nodded, wiping his eyes on his sleeve before being pulled into a tight hug. “I’m sorry, I didn’t believe you”, Minho whispered before releasing his dongsaeng from his embrace, “Try to sleep when you get home.” Stuffing a handful of cough drops into Felix’ pocket, Jisung gave him a crooked smile. He needed no words, the Aussie could see the apology in his eyes.

Felix had known that he had a long wait ahead of him but he couldn’t have predicted just how draining sitting in a waiting room could be. Now, he was finally on his way home though, texting their group chat to let them know that he had laryngitis and would be on vocal rest for the next couple of days to restore his voice. He had deliberately texted them before he got home because he could already feel his consciousness get foggy and doubted he’d be able to resist sleep long enough to text them once he arrived and sure enough, no sooner then he had crawled into bed did his eyes close.

Chan was growing worried when he hadn’t heard anything from Felix for the rest of the day after his initial text but it did make sense when they arrived at the boy’s dorm for dinner after finally completing their schedule. Since everyone was concerned for their friend, they didn’t head to their separate dorms but wanted to spend the evening together. When Chan went to check on Felix, the younger dazedly awoke from his afternoon nap, eyes shiny with fever. He was about to speak but the leader handed him his phone, reminding: “No talking for now. How’re you feeling?”

While Felix typed, Chan felt his forehead and realized that he was still hot to the touch. “Think you could handle some soup for dinner? I think you should take something for that fever but not on an empty stomach”, the leader mused. “Throat’s on fire, would love medicine for the pain and fever, the chills suck, not sure I can eat’, the screen showed when Felix handed the phone back to Chan. Nodding in acknowledgement, the oldest smiled: “Do you want to come to the living room? We can get you settled on the couch with a bunch of blankets. I know you don’t like being alone when you’re feeling poorly.” Felix nodded and allowed his hyung to remove his blanket but mouthed: “Dizzy.”

With Chan’s support, Felix slowly shuffled to the living room and weakly collapsed onto the couch, smiling when Jeongin came over to hug him. “Let me get you some soup”, Seungmin smiled, ruffling his friend’s already disheveled hair in passing. He joined Minho in the kitchen, the older preparing dinner for the rest of them. Glancing over at the vocalist, Minho hummed: “How is he?” – “Looks properly sick now but we didn’t talk, obviously”, Seungmin shrugged, filling a bowl with soup. He grabbed a spoon before making his way back to the living room. Felix sat on the couch, a fluffy blanket draped around his shoulders, with Hyunjin and Jisung sitting on either side of him. Despite the blanket and scarf he was wearing, the Aussie still shivered, so Seungmin handed the bowl to Hyunjin, afraid it’d get spilled.

Hyunjin held the bowl while Felix ate, not wanting any of them to get burned if the younger’s shaky grip slipped. It was a slow process though with Felix wincing after every bite as he fought back tears at the pain in his throat every time he swallowed. Jisung comfortingly rubbed the Aussie’s back through the blanket, heard aching at his twin’s struggle. Soon, Minho served the rest of the group their dinner, while Chan brought Felix’ medicine and a glass of water to rinse it down with. The younger only took a few tiny sips though, his throat too raw to put himself through the pain of drinking anymore.

When they were all done eating, Changbin and Jeongin cleaned up the dishes, while the other members retrieved more pillows and blankets to get ready for a movie. Since Felix had slept all afternoon, he doubted he’d be able to go to bed any time soon and would gladly take any distraction from the pain. He had curled up with his head on Hyunjin’s lap and Minho spread a second blanket over his shivering body to quell the chills, cooing at how small his dongsaeng looked curled up like that. Worried the boy would struggle to stay hydrated with such a painful sore throat, Chan made sure to supply his fellow Aussie with cups of tea and added generous amounts of honey to each of them to soothe the pain a little.

Seungmin dimmed the lights and waited for Felix to choose a movie. Hyunjin stroked Felix’ hair at a slow pace, knowing how much the boy depended on physical affection, especially when he wasn’t feeling well. Now, he looked comfy though. Amidst his group, Felix felt safe and no matter how much pain he might be in, he knew this too would pass and the members would all be there for him, making his struggle more bearable.

#fanfic #fluff #comfort #fanfiction #sickfic #stray kids #skz #sick #sickmas #merrywhumpmas #hyunlix

[adrift-in-thyme]

Whumptober Day 20: “You will regret touching them”

Aaaaand now for today’s fic

Read on Ao3

- Warriors & Time

- Summary: Time finds a wounded Warriors

CW for implied/referenced torture, captivity, nonconsensual body modification, blood and injury, and brief mention of vomit

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If he clenches his teeth any harder, Time is certain they will break.

He stands in the middle of a cell – small, cramped, and smelling of sweat and vomit and blood – hands in fists, heart thumping an erratic beat in his ears. A blue eye stares up at him from the corner, bright in a too-pale face. The other is sealed shut with swelling and blood. The proud green tunic is sullied as well, the scarf long gone. Blonde hair so meticulously cared for lies limp and filthy. Strong hands tremble, bound together behind a hunched back.

“Captain.” It is half a whisper, half a low growl.

Warriors makes a small, muffled noise as though trying to respond through the dirty cloth tied tight between his lips. Time’s fingernails dig into his palm.

Here before him sits the hero he and his brothers have spent the last week searching for. He should feel relief. All he can feel is red-hot anger.

But there isn’t time for that. Warriors needs him. His big brother needs him.

Sheathing his sword, Time drops to his knees. Puddles of blood dot the floor, some mere splatterings, others worryingly large. He pays them no heed, reaching forward instead to tug away the gag. Warriors breathes a raspy sigh of relief as it falls.

“...bout-bout time you showed up, S-Sprite,” he teases in a voice so hoarse it’s nearly unrecognizable. His breath catches in his throat and he coughs up a mouthful of blood.

Time does his best to ignore it.

“I’m sorry that we kept you waiting,” he murmurs as he sets about undoing the ropes that bind the captain’s hands and feet. The apology tastes bitter. What good does it do now? The heroes had gone as fast as they could. And still, they had been too late.

Warriors shivers, suddenly, and Time is struck by how very small he looks.

“But don’t worry,” he says, gently, trying not to dwell on the fact that his big brother should never look that way, “I’m here now. You’re safe.”

Warriors gives him a weak smile.

A few more short moments slide by, in which Time works to untie the ropes. They are thickly knotted, but he has slipped from far tighter bonds. And soon they fall away to join the filth on the floor. Warriors lets out a sharp hiss of pain.

“S-shoulder,” he explains at Time’s concerned look. “Dislocated.”

That can’t be the only thing out of place, Time thinks, bitterly. The way he is struggling to breathe speaks to a few broken ribs at least. And as for the rest of him…well, he can only guess at the extent of the damage.

Anger flares up in him once more. He shoves it down.

“I don’t have Hyrule’s healing powers,” he says, reaching into his pouch. “But I have a fairy. Her magic should be enough to tide you over until I can get you back to camp.”

Warriors blinks dazedly. “You…you’re the only one h-here?”

A grim smile pulls at Time’s lips. “Yes. I came across this place entirely by chance. The others were taking a short rest and I saw no reason to drag them along on a search that would likely lead to another deadend. It’s alright, though. No one is here anymore…except for you.”

If they had been they would have regretted it, he thinks, bitterly.

Pushing the dark thoughts away, he lifts the bottle out of his pouch and unscrews it.

“Here, this should…”

He stops short as the fairy darts forward. The lighting in the room is decidedly dim, which he supposes is why he hadn’t seen it before. But now in the pinkish glow of the fairy’s magic it’s painfully obvious.

The word “murderer” is carved in jagged, blood-red lines into Warriors’ left arm.

Time’s vision goes crimson.

“Captain…” It’s everything he can do to keep his voice level. Suddenly, he’s a child once more, kneeling on the battlefield, begging his brother to stay alive, to stay with him. He’s a child being hurtled back through time without truly understanding what that even means. He’s a child being laughed at and thrown aside by the man he has been tasked with defeating.

He’s a child helpless and weak.

Late. Much too late.

“...did they do this to you?”

For a long moment, Warriors doesn’t reply. He merely watches the fairy do her work, gaze dull and almost detached. There are tear-streaks on his cheeks, Time realizes now, curving through the patches of blood and dirt.

“Their fa-families died in…in the war,” he murmurs at last, voice hollow and defeated. “They…they blame me.”

Time forces himself to take a breath.

Of course, they do. That is always the reason the traitors give, as though placing the blame on the hero can assuage them of their own guilt, justify their horrific deeds.

“Well, they’re wrong,” he says, firmly. “And believe me, anyone who does a thing like this was never in their right mind in the first place. You do not carry the blame of a war you didn’t even begin, but fought bravely to end. You are a hero, captain, not a murderer.”

Warriors drags his gaze up to him, something terribly vulnerable within it.

“Y-you’re really somethin else, Sprite,” he whispers, breath hitching. A small smile tugs at his lips and somehow it makes him look even more young and broken than before. “How c-come you say everything like…like you mean it?”

Time places a gentle hand on his good shoulder and he seems to melt beneath his touch.

“Because I do. I meant every word. Why hide from someone who can always tell when I’m lying?”

Warriors chuckles, slightly. It almost sounds like a sob.

The fairy finishes her dance and zips back to Time.

“I’ve done all that I can,” she whispers. “The word that they hurt him with…I lightened it as much as I could.”

“Thank you,” he murmurs, inclining his head. And with a soft jingle, she disappears. He turns his attention back to Warriors. “We’ll see if there are any spells or potions capable of stopping that from scarring. There is no reason for you to carry the false burden they have placed on you.”

The captain merely gives a small nod, eye downcast once more. His shoulders are uncharacteristically slumped and he hugs his arm to his body, as though eager to hide it. At the sight, the anger abates somewhat, replaced by the ache of his heart.

How dare they do this.

Time reaches out and draws him into his arms. Warriors slumps, bonelessly into his embrace, trembling slightly with pain and exhaustion and emotion.

“It’s alright. It’s over,” he says, softly, echoing the words Warriors had soothed him with so many times during the war. “I’ve got you.”

Carefully he rises, lifting the captain up as gently as he can. He wants nothing more than to tear this place apart, to find those who did this terrible deed and make them wish they had never been born. But his priority right now is Warriors. He needs rest and healing and for that cursed word to be wiped off of his skin. He needs safety and reassurance.

Vengeance will have to wait.

Though if he has his way it will not wait very long. The perpetrators were gone when he got here, likely cowering from the punishment even they knew they deserve. But once he finds them – and he will – he won’t hesitate to do what must be done.

No one touches his big brother without coming to regret it.

#whumptober 2023 #no.20 #‘you will regret touching them’ #implied/referenced torture tw #blood tw #injury tw #captivity tw #nonconsensual body modification tw #mention of vomit #trin writes #lu warriors #lu time #angst #hurt/comfort #whump

[osamusriceballs]

Sweet Treats with Shiratorizawa

Ushijima x Reader, Tendou x Reader, Shirabu x Reader, Semi x Reader

Warnings: None

About: Spending Valentine's Day with your boyfriend!

A/n: I'll probably write something for every school as a late Valentine's Day gift!

Sweet Treats with Inarizaki

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Ushijima.

It's nothing special. You know that.

Yet, you're still sure that Wakatoshi will appreciate and like it. You asked Satori about his favorite chocolate flavors, and he provided you with enough information about the actual process of making chocolate that your head was spinning, and you decided to make it from the scratch and just follow his instructions. Satori was very helpful during the process though, and you had no troubles at all to create a few pretty pralines. And now you find yourself waiting for Ushijima to come home to show him the cute heart-shaped pieces of art that you created just for him.

The noise of the front door opening interrupts your train of thoughts and makes you jump up from your seat to quickly make your way towards the entrance to greet your boyfriend.

And there he is in all his glory- tall and muscular, his ridiculously broad shoulders always make the front door look small in comparison, but what actually surprises you, is that he doesn't look sweaty, nor is he wearing his usual training suit. Instead, he looks rather formal and dressed-up, with a dark dress-shirt and formal black pants. He looks at you, and his olive eyes soften, and his lips curve to a little genuine smile.

"Hey," you return his smile and quickly hug him, and he instantly lets go of his gym bag to return the hug.

"Hey." He greets you back and wraps his long arms around you, and after a moment of being close, you both pull back for a short, sweet kiss.

"I missed you."

"I missed you too."

You never would have thought that this tall and stoic man actually carried a soft and gentle side to him back when you first met him- but even today you find yourself falling more and more for him when he shows his soft spot that he has just for you.

"I got something for you. I thought we'd celebrate this Valentine's Day according to Japanese traditions." You bring your hands to his shoulders and excitedly wait for his reaction, but you pause when you notice a worried frown on his face.

"But... I got something for you too." You're relieved after hearing his words and instantly relax in his hold.

"That's okay, you can give it to me next month or right now. I‘m fine with either option." His frown doesn’t disappear after your words though, and you slightly start to worry again.

"But I promised your parents that we'd visit them next week with good news."

"What good news? Why are you talking about my parents?"

You slowly try to put together the information that you have, and that's when it clicks.

Oh.

Oh.

"Don't tell me..."

"I actually wanted to ask you later, but y/n..."

He slowly lets go of your hips and smoothly gets down on one knee- and your jaw drops at the sudden realization that he is-

"Will you marry me, y/n?"

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Tendou~

"Y/n, I got something for you!"

It's the sweet singing voice of your boyfriend that makes you turn your head towards the entrance of the living room- and there he is. Your impossibly cute and absolutely adorable boyfriend with his hands full of flowers and chocolate and the widest grin you have ever seen on his face.

"Satori, what's all that?" Your eyes grow big when you realize that he probably got all of this for you- and it's more than even he could carry.

"I wanted to make some chocolate and a sweet dessert for you, but when I started I just couldn't stop, and then I thought about you, so I kept on going and going, and suddenly I had all of these done, and then I thought about how you once told me about your favorite flowers and then I went to the flower shop and then-" you managed to get closer to him during his cute rambling and interrupt him by pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He gasps surprised, but still returns the kiss and tries to hug you with his arms full of presents.

"Thank you, Satori. I love you"

"I love you too, y/n." He grins and carefully places the presents on the table before he wraps his arms properly around you.

"I also made some chocolate for you, but I'm sure that it's nowhere near as good as yours." His grin gets even wider at your words and he quickly leans down for another peck.

"Chocolate? Hand-made from the love of my life? I'm sure that nothing can taste as sweet as that. Oh wait, maybe-" He pecks your lips once again and pretends to think hard for a second.

"Maybe you actually taste sweeter than it. I need to another try."

"You haven't even tried the chocolate once!" You protest, and he laughs at your words.

"I wasn't talking about the chocolate," he grins and you smile when your lips meet once again.

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Shirabu:

It's early. Painfully early.

You know that.

But your plans to surprise your busy boyfriend with breakfast in bed are what actually make your body subconsciously jump towards your ringing phone, and you quickly stop the alarm before it could wake him up.

You freeze when you notice that the sound hasn't stopped- and that's when you realize that it's Kenjiro's alarm that's still ringing. He has the bad habit of letting it ring for forever, and it oftentimes happened that you woke up before he did and had to reach for his phone to turn off the persistent little device.

Now, however, he reaches for the phone, his movements just as sleepy and uncoordinated as yours, his messy bed hair adorably sticking into every direction and a tired huff leaving his lips. His body doesn't move for a few seconds, and you only stare at his back, confused why he set an alrm so early- and then he suddenly turns around. His eyes don't look sleepy anymore, it seems like his ability to quickly wake up whenever it's necessary now pays off.

"Why are you awake?"

"No, why are you awake?" You involuntarily reach for one of the strands that hang into his face and push it back, and his hand quickly comes up to presses yours against his cheek.

"You're gonna laugh when I tell you."

"I won't, Kenjiro. I promise."

He raises a brow like he doesn't believe you, but takes a deep breath before he finally answers.

"I wanted to make breakfast in bed for you. As a Valentine's Day gift."

"Really?" You smile and scoot a bit closer to him under the blanket, and he gladly wraps his arms around you and presses you against his chest to prevent you from seeing his reddened cheeks.

"Yes. I know that I've been busy with work lately, but I wanted to show you that I'm still so much in love with you. And that you deserve only the best, and that I will always do my best for you and spoil you."

Your heart skips a beat at his sudden passionate confession, and you quickly pull back to press a kiss against his lips, not caring about your morning breath, and he doesn't seem to care too, judging by how fast and passionately he responds to the kiss.

"I also wanted to make breakfast for you." You confess with hot cheeks, and his lips curl into a teasing grin.

"How about we spend some more time in bed, so I can show you how much I love you, and then we can prepare breakfast together?"

He rasps the words against your neck and is quick to turn you on your back until he's laying right on top of you.

"Sounds like a good plan," you respond and lean in for another kiss.

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Semi;

"I'm back." You hear this words while you're still humming and finally putting the casserolle into the oven. "I'm in the kitchen!" you yell back and quickly get rid of your pink apron with sweet little cartoons that Semi had gotten for you. You hope that you look nice and presantable now, and that no ingredients are stuck in your hair or somwhere else.

It's your first Valentine's Day together, and you decided to prepare his favorite meal for tonight, as well as dressing up prettily for him. He finally enters the kitchen, his guitar still on his back and a his leather jacket perfectly clinging onto his body. He looks so sexy and handsome, and you can‘t help but to admire him for a few seconds.

"I got something for you." His lips are curled into a soft smile, and you look at the bouquet of flowers in his hand that's impossible to miss due to the sheer size. "They are gorgeous, Eita." You take another step towards him, and he leans down to softly kiss you. "Not as gorgeous as you though, my little star." He scans your outfit quickly, and his gaze stops at your eyes. You shiver and try to hide your reddened cheeks, but he just grins and places the bouquet on the table.

"I got something else for you too. I wrote a song for you."

"Really?" You excitedly smile and look at him with stars in your eyes, and he scratches the back of his head, slightly embarrassed now.

"It contains the word "love" so many times, it's embarrassing actually. But I wrote it for you, and it’s for you only.“

You can't help but to grab his cheeks softly and press a sweet kiss to his lips that he returns instantly.

"I love you, Eita. So, so much." You slightly pull back, until your foreheads are touching, and you look deeply into his eyes to convey your feelings in every possible way.

"I love you too, my y/n."

#haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu x reader #ushjima x reader #tendou x reader #semi x reader #shirabu x reader #ushijima #tendou #shirabu #semi #fluff

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Handfuls of Laurel

Sigh Not So | Secrets Hid Away | Shed Tears Aplenty | Fire Down Below | Rolling Down | Won’t You Go My Way? | The Seas No More | The Nightingale’s Song | Bones in the Ocean | For She Was Afraid | Time for Us to Leave Her | To Unchain Me | A Good Time Coming | I Long to Hear You | The Low Road | Handfuls of Laurel |

For @whumptober no. 31, emptiness

CW: Implied noncon, creepy whumper, nonhuman whumpee, captivity

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The sun shone warm through the foggy glass windows of Areyto’s beautiful prison, but with his captor’s hand between his shoulder blades, heavy as stone, he couldn’t look up to see it.

Instead, he felt the cool, solid tile against his forehead and the palms of his hands where they were pressed flat by his shoulders, elbows bent. His knees were pushing into the tile hard enough that he knew he’d have bruises later, but bruised knees were more or less a constant in his life, and he barely noticed them by now.

Instead of thinking about his captor’s damp touch and the way he whispered vile praise, Areyto thought about the sweet-green smell of the ferns, flowers, and fruit trees around him, and the way the water in his pool lapped gently against the sides, just a few inches from his fingers.

An ache throbbed within him and he thought distantly of the rotten fruit that fell from the little trees kept in pots in here, how he was also marked and smudged with the browns, yellows, and purples - but no one ever came to whisk him into a basket and toss him out to feed the pigs.

Would that feel like freedom, being tossed in the trough?

Would it feel like anything at all?

The magic that trapped him so completely within his own skin was fading, becoming less powerful day by day as no one reinforced it, but it wasn’t weak enough yet for him to disobey his captor’s demands and direct orders.

Soon, but… not yet.

Not ever, now that the new magician was here.

He’d gotten lucky with what happened to the last one.

He shifted, just barely, moving his painted-over hand to one side, inch by inch, in time with his captor’s hip. He shivered with repulsion when he felt sweat drop from his captor’s forehead onto his back. When his fingertips just barely touched the saltwater that his captor was merciful enough to allow him, he exhaled. A gift, his captor said, that could be revoked any time he wished.

So Areyto stayed still, and told himself to be grateful that his captor had been too hurried this morning to care if his prisoner enjoyed his attentions or not, that Areyto was at least allowed to feel nothing this time.

He was allowed to feel disgusted, and for once not with himself.

There was a groan, pressure beyond any other inside him, and then his captor raked fingernails over his ribs on either side, pulling little more than a distant hiss from between the siren’s gritted teeth. Then he was gone, and where Areyto had been too full, he now felt horribly empty, scraped out and with nothing left of him.

His captor ran a slow hand down from his neck to the small of his back, humming happily at the sight, and then stood and tied the sash of his robe. He was humming a little tune to himself, jaunty and carefree.

“Playing dead fish today, are we?” He asked, good humored and satisfied.

Areyto would have torn him limb from limb if he could, but even his fury was subdued, now, banked embers instead of blazing fire. He kept his eyes closed, enjoying the warmth of the water at the ends of his fingers, until he heard the rustling as his captor walked away.

“Well,” His captor continued, voice getting quieter as he moved away, “It hardly matters. You will clean yourself and then dress in the clothes I left by the door. Wait for my return.”

Areyto didn’t even bother to look up. He just turned his head to the side and lowered his hips. The tile felt so good. Very little did, any longer. His eyes traveled idly and he watched his captor run fingers down the scratches he’d carved into the inside of the doors, the way the man’s mouth twisted with irritation.

Some nights, as long as his captor was asleep, he found himself able to try - briefly - to escape. Some nights the magic that wrapped him so tightly loosened enough to allow him the first halting steps towards a freedom that he could barely remember ever having had.

Then the net would snap tight again.

“Yes, master,” Areyto murmured. He blinked, slowly. His mind felt like it was mired in mud. “Why?”

“You have no need to know why I give you commands,” His captor snapped. “You only need to obey them. You have half an hour. Then Babbage will come in here and fix your ridiculous hair, you will make him forget you as soon as he is done, and you will come to breakfast with myself and the new magician.” He left before Areyto was forced to whisper his obedience, which was a sort of relief.

If he only had a little more time alone...

But the new magician was here, and Areyto had ruined any chance of bringing her over to his side, getting her to free him.

He’d gotten too scared and too desperate and felt some semblance of hope. He'd been impulsive. He’d tried to sing her into helping him, but the spell had been broken before it had fully wrapped around her, and now... He’d lost what had felt like his last chance. She was someone new who he hadn’t been commanded yet to turn into another enemy, someone who had - however briefly - looked at him like a person and not a thing to be used.

She had touched him so gently, and he could still feel her fingertips along his jaw.

He had made a terrible mistake.

The last magician had been a cruel man who hadn’t sedated him. He’d taken the chance when the pain from the magic had risen to a higher crescendo than what came from disobeying commands. Even that had been a mistake, he'd been half-conscious and mad with the agony the spell wrought as it resettled. The magician had been torn limb from limb before he knew what he had done. This mistake was worse, because he should have known better. Now she’d think of him what all humans thought of him, some sort of evil mindless animal, and she would do as his captor asked. With her would vanish his small slim hope that something - anything - might get better, that he even might dream one day to be free, to go home.

When she had told him not to sing to her, he hadn’t listened.

Stop trying to force me, and I will help you.

She couldn’t have meant it, he had been sure it had been a trick, nothing more. He’d kept pushing, knowing that he couldn’t trust a human to mean a word they said, but… if she had been honest… well he’d ruined that, hadn’t he?

One hundred and fifty years, and he couldn't wait a few days more to grasp at what help he might have found.

And this morning, his voice once again refused to craft a single note without permission. His captor had whispered silence into his very bones while he took him. He felt the slime of his captor’s touch, too. At least he could fix that problem-

Areyto simply rolled into the water.

Saltwater stung along his ribs and in the torn places, but he ignored it, drifting down until he hit the bottom, laying there on his back and seeing nothing above him but a foggy hint of light broken by water.

He felt like a canyon deep beneath the ocean, a place so dark not even the anglerfish lights could show, inhabited only by the absence of life. He had died a long time ago, but his body had never been allowed to follow his mind.

He would have to dress, in a moment, and wear the hated human clothes that itched and felt strange on skin meant to stay bare. He would have to sit while the idiot butler cut off all his hair, and say yes, master over and over again, stare down at the plate while his captor ate and drank and was merry and bright.

He would have to hope his performance of empty humanity was enough to earn him a few fish tossed into the water once his captor was done.

He would have to do all of that, over and over again, in a monotonous emptiness that would never end until he was finally allowed to die.

But not yet.

For now, he could stay here in the water, and who could tell the difference between saltwater and tears?

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[thefandomenchantress]

Beach Day! (DRDT)

A/N - I saw a post by @ashuukii about the cast’s swimwear, and decided to make a beach-themed post as well! So here’s a one-shot type thing for what would happen if the DRDT cast went to the beach. Sorry if it’s a little rough around the edges, I wrote this while I was at the…Well, the beach, ironically.

“I really don’t see why Eden insisted we all go to the beach together.” Charles complained as the class arrived at the beach.

Whit, who was walking beside him, shrugged. “I dunno. Something about forming stronger bonds as a class.” He answered, before smiling up at the chemist. “But it’ll be fun!”

“I suppose.” Charles sighed, kicking the sand in frustration as they neared the spot where the class was going to set up their umbrellas, towels, and other items.

“I have sooo many beach-related puns to use!” Whit exclaimed, carelessly tossing his towel in a random patch of sand. Their other classmates soon followed, also dropping the supplies they were holding onto the sand.

“Everyone make sure to put on sunscreen before you get in the water!” Eden exclaimed, already making a large pile of sand to stick their umbrella in.

“That’s a good idea, Eden. We wouldn’t want anyone to get sunburnt.” Hu agreed, unfolding a few beach chairs near Eden’s newly opened beach umbrella.

Everyone began doing as the two asked, and Arei approached J after finishing. “So…J.” She began as the effects artist sprayed some sunscreen on her legs. “I bet you’re gonna look super cute in your swim suit today.” She said teasingly, noticing J hadn’t taken off her sweatshirt yet.

“I know you’re just trying to embarrass me. It’s not going to work today.” J responded, despite the fact her face was already turning pink. “And don’t call me cute.”

Arei just kept on smiling, barely even acknowledging J’s annoyance. “So, what kind of swim suit are you wearing, if it’s not a cute one?” She asked, putting on an innocent expression. “I don’t see how anything wouldn’t look cute on you.”

J, trying to ignore how red her face was, focused on the first half of Arei’s statement. “I’m wearing a one-piece swimsuit, because wearing a bikini is fucking girly.” She finally pulled off her sweatshirt, revealing a plain, black, one-piece swimsuit. She kept on her shorts, however.

“Hmm. I think you were wrong about not looking cute.” Arei said with a thoughtful expression, and J glared at her.

As the two bickered, Whit began pulling things out of the bag he brought. “What’s that?” Charles asked, pointing to a few squirt guns Whit had laid out in front of him.

“Water guns. You put water in them, and then you shoot the water at people.” Whit smiled up at him, pointing one of the squirt guns right at Charles. “Which reminds me, I filled them up with sink water before I got here.”

Realizing what Whit was implying, Charles began to back away from the smaller boy. And thus, a chase began as Charles ran down the beach to escape Whit’s aim, Whit leaving the rest of the squirt guns for his classmates to use if they wanted to.

Hu, who figured to best way to avoid the water fight would be to avoid her classmates for a bit, finally left the shade of the umbrella to head near the water. Instead of going swimming, however, she instead paced slowly along the shore, staring at the ground. She did this for a minute or so before a deep voice startled her.

“Would you mind if I asked what you were doing?” Levi asked as he caught up to her, after jogging from their spot on the beach to her.

“Ah!” Hu exclaimed, a bit startled, before recovering. “Of course I wouldn’t mind. I’m trying to find sea glass.”

Levi tilted his head to the side slightly, confused. “What is ‘sea glass’?” He asked, and conveniently, Hu happened to spot a piece at that very moment. She leaned down and gently picked it up off of the sand before the tide could carry it away.

“Sea glass is discarded, broken glass that’s been weathered down by the ocean, making the edges smooth and sometimes giving it the appearance of colored rocks. They’re almost always green, brown, or white, but I prefer the green ones.” She gave a small laugh, gesturing to her outfit, which was almost completely comprised of green. “Though I suppose that’s to be expected. The ocean turns the glass the prettiest shades.”

Levi analyzed the green piece of sea glass she had in her hand, and nodded in agreement. “They’re rather beautiful, I agree. Would you mind if I joined you in your search?”

“You’re free to join me, Levi.” Hu reassured him. And so the two continued walking slowly along the shoreline in peace and quiet.

Meanwhile, Nico was also enjoying some peace and quiet as they used half the meat in the sandwich that was supposed to be their lunch to try and attract some of the smaller fish.

They were sitting in the shallow, one-foot-deep water near the shore. They didn’t like fully submerging themselves in water. One of their many cat-like traits, they supposed.

They flinched as Xander splashed past them recklessly, trying to run away from Whit and his squirt gun. Nico frowned as the commotion scared away the few fish that had gathered around them.

“Sorry, Nico!” Xander exclaimed, ducking behind them for cover. Whit pretended to glare at the rebel before turning away to find a new target. Just as he turned around, Veronika shot water straight at his face from her own water gun, and Whit laughed before engaging in a water battle with her.

“Thanks, Nico.” Xander said, standing up from behind the animal therapist. He noticed Nico’s poorly-hidden disappointed expression. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked, concerned.

“Well…Is this the kind of situation where you actually want to know?” Nico asked uncertainly.

Xander nodded eagerly. “Of course.”

“Well…You scared away the fish, and now I’m kind of mad at you.” Nico said honestly, beginning to take the last of the lunch meat out of their sandwich. Maybe it was enough to attract the fish again.

“Oh, shit! Sorry, Nico.” Xander looked at their disassembled sandwhich. “Uh…What are you doing with your sandwich?”

“Using some of the meat to attract the fish.” Nico answered, about to put the meat under the water before Xander harshly yanked their hand back up.

“Hey, wait! You can’t just have bread for lunch.” He insisted. “I’ll go get my sandwich, and you can use some of that meat.” He put a hand behind his neck sheepishly. “It’s the least I could do.”

“If you’re sure.” Nico agreed, and Xander sprinted through the water back to the umbrellas, where his sandwich was.

Arturo scowled as Xander ran past. Arturo was currently laying down on a beach chair, wearing a large pair of sunglasses and pretending to be important.

“Arturo!” Arturo grimaced at the sound of a certain Ultimate Horror Fanatic calling his name. “Aren’t you going to come swim?” Veronika asked as she ran up to him. She was soaking wet, and when she leaned over him she dripped water all over the taller boy.

Arturo rolled his eyes, not that Veronika could see that, since he was wearing his oversized sunglasses. “No, I will not be joining you.” He said plainly, hoping Veronika would just retreat back to the water and leave him alone. She did no such thing.

“Why not?” Veronika questioned, glancing behind him for a moment. Arturo didn’t see this, however. “You’ll have fun!”

“I doubt it.” Arturo grumbled. He was about to continue, but right at that moment a gallon of water was poured onto his head.

“Sorry, Arturo!” Eden exclaimed, giggling. “Veronika said she’d buy me an ice cream if I helped sneak attack you!”

“I think we made him mad.” Veronika pointed out excitedly as Arturo shook with anger. He slowly began to get up out of his chair, and the girls understood that this meant he was ready to enact revenge.

Eden and Veronika then spent the next five minutes running away from an angry Arturo, who eventually gave up on catching them and stalked back to his beach chair.

Eden and Veronika’s paces slowed to a walk as they continued to make their way down the beach. After a bit, they spotted Teruko and Min working on a rather large sand castle.

Eden immediately sat down next to them. “Woah, it looks great!” She exclaimed, admiring the sand castle. Just as she said this, the entire thing collapsed, most likely due to Teruko’s bad luck.

Teruko sighed. “That keeps happening. Sorry, Min,” She apologized, trying and failing to salvage the toppled castle.

Min nodded understandingly. “It’s alright, Teruko. It wasn’t very structurally sound anyway.”

“Have you read any books about making sand castles, Min?” Eden asked as she helped rebuild the castle, picking up a plastic bucket and shovel.

“Sadly, no.” Min replied.

“Ooh, crabs!” Veronika exclaimed excitedly, pointing to an army of small crabs that were crawling towards Teruko. Teruko immediately jumped up from the ground and backed away from them.

“Ugh, those things always pinch me.” She complained.

“Hmm. Crabs are surprising powerful for their size. They can even draw blood if you’re not careful.” Min said. “Though I’m sure you know that, Teruko.”

“Yeah…” Teruko sighed.

Just as they were beginning to make their sand castle look like a castle instead of a pile of sand, David approached them. “Hello.” He greeted. “I was wondering if any of you would like to come down to the ice cream shop with me? Or maybe just tell me what flavor you’d prefer I get you? Provided you pay for it.”

“I’ll go with you.” Teruko answered immediately. Even hanging out with David was better than a hoard of angry crabs. Eden looked at Veronika hopefully, reminding the red head of her promise. Veronika sighed dramatically before pulling out a ten dollar bill and handing it to David.

“Can you get me a chocolate ice cream?” Eden asked excitedly. David nodded.

“Get me the most obscure flavor you can find! I get bored if I eat the same flavor every time.” Veronika requested—Well, more like demanded.

“Alright. Min, do you want anything?” David asked. The Ultimate Student shook her head, continuing to rebuild the sandcastle. “In that case, we’ll be back soon.”

And so, Teruko and David strode along the beach towards the ice cream shop. Before long, however, J and Arei spotted them. “Oh, are you guys getting ice cream?” J asked, spotting the money in David’s hand.

“Yeah. You want some?” Teruko asked.

“Teruko, we’re already getting four ice creams, we can’t carry five.” David reminded her.

“I’ll just come with you guys, then.” J decided. Arei looked utterly betrayed by that statement.

“Wait, you’re leaving me?!” She exclaimed, dropping the beach ball they’d been playing with. “But I’ll be so lonely…” She whined, fake tears in her eyes.

“Just hang out with someone else.” J suggested.

“Who? No one else is as fun as you.” Arei complained.

J sighed. “How about…” She looked around for Arei’s next victim playmate. After a moment, she spotted Ace and Rose, who were underneath their beach umbrella, Ace spraying copious amounts of sunscreen on himself and Rose sleeping. Well, she knew who Arei would find more entertaining. “Ace. Go bother him.”

“Well…Okay.” Arei agreed. “HEY ACE!” She yelled, running towards him and away from J, David, and Teruko.

“Alright, let’s go.” J said, and they began to once again make their way towards the ice cream parlor that was a little ways away from the beach.

“Heeeey, Ace.” Arei greeted as she approached the jockey, sitting down next to him. He glared at her.

“What the fuck do you want?” He asked, inching away from her.

“J left, so now I’m playing with you.” Arei explained.

Ace rolled his eyes, opening a new bottle of sunscreen. “Go play with someone else—HEY!” Ace exclaimed as Arei snatched the sunscreen from him. He tried to snatch it back, but to no avail.

“You’ve already put on, like, thirty layers of sunscreen!” She exclaimed.

“Yeah, well, I don’t want to get skin cancer, okay?!?” He tried to grab the sunscreen again.

“You’re obviously stalling so you won’t have to go swimming. What, are you afraid of the ocean or something?” She asked.

Ace froze, his gloved hands fidgeting with the hem of his white tank top. “N-no.” He answered.

Arei raised an eyebrow. “Woooow, that was suuuper convincing! I totally believe you!” Arei said sarcastically.

“Shut the fuck up, alright?!? The ocean is super scary. Humans have only discovered, like, five percent of it, and there are lots of big, scary fish and—” Arei cut him off with a groan.

“Ugh, you’re such a wimp!” She exclaimed, before grabbing him by the wrist and trying to drag him to the water. He screamed in response, holding onto the umbrella with the other hand and refusing to let her drag him in.

Arei sighed. “Fine. How about this. If you go swimming with me and you don’t have fun, I’ll do your homework for a week. If you do have fun, you do my homework for a week.” Ace considered the offer for a moment, before slowly letting go of the umbrella and giving her a nervous nod of agreement.

“Yay! Let’s go!” Arei exclaimed, dragging him to the water and practically throwing him in.

“AREI WHAT THE FUCK?!?” Ace yelled, but Arei just cackled and ran in after him.

Meanwhile, J, David, and Teruko were approaching the ice cream shop. They entered, and were immediately hit with a refreshing blast of cold air.

“Air conditioning, how I’ve missed you.” J said as they headed over to the display case for all the ice cream.

“Shit, they’re out of my favorite flavor.” Teruko complained, earning a glare from a nearby mother and an amazed look from her six-year-old son who was probably going to teach the swear word to all his friends when he got home.

“What’s your favorite flavor?” David asked curiously.

“Vanilla.” Teruko answered.

“Whose favorite flavor is vanilla? That’s so boring.” David commented. Teruko opened her mouth to go on an angry rant about why vanilla was great, actually, before J interrupted them.

“Shut up, you two, we need to order.” She said. “What do you two want?”

“I guess I’ll get chocolate.” Teruko sighed.

“Strawberry.” David answered.

Teruko gave him an annoyed look. “Wait, you were complaining about my favorite flavor being vanilla and yours is strawberry? That’s just pink vanilla ice cream.”

They started to argue again, and J sighed, turning to the half-asleep cashier. “I’ll get two chocolates, one strawberry, one mint chocolate chip, and…” J turned to the other two. “What flavor did Veronika want?”

“The weirdest one we could find.” Teruko answered, briefly pausing her argument with David.

J looked at all the flavors and eventually answered uncertainly, “…The sharknado?” It seemed to be blueberry flavored ice cream with mini gummy sharks on top, which would probably be weird enough for Veronika.

The cashier yawned, and asked, “Cup or waffle cone?” J turned to the other two uncertainly.

“Cups. That way we can be sure the ice cream won’t melt and fall on the ground or something on the way back to the beach.” Teruko decided.

And just a few minutes later, they were walking out of the ice cream parlor, their ice creams in their hands. They began to walk back to the beach.

Back at the beach, everyone was slowly getting tired from being in the sun all day, and were beginning to look forward to leaving…All except one, that is.

“Mhm…” Rose mumbled as she sat up, taking note of how far the sun had moved in the sky. It had probably been at least a few hours…

Rose sleepily gazed at the beach in front of her, spotting all her classmates having fun and messing around.

Hu and Levi were carrying small handfuls of sea glass as they headed towards her. To her surprise, Arei had managed to drag Ace into the water, and while the jockey was trying to look annoyed, it was obvious he was having fun. Whit and Charles were having a water gun fight, Charles looking way happier than usual. Min, Eden, Veronika, Teruko, J, and David were all gathered around a vaguely sand castle-like mound of sand and eating ice cream, Min and Teruko sharing theirs. Xander and Nico were using most of their lunches to attract small fish. And Arturo was resting next to her, seemingly asleep.

Hmm…The scene looked like it belonged in a movie. Or a painting.

Rose smiled. She barely ever made anything original anymore, thanks to her job as an Art Forger, but for the first time in a long while…She had an excellent idea for an original piece.

A/N - I tried to give everyone an even amount of screen time, so sorry if some characters got more than others. Nevertheless, I hope anyone who’s read this far enjoyed this little one-shot!

#danganronpa despair time #drdt #teruko tawaki #whit young #charles cuevas #xander matthews #david chiem #ace markey #arturo giles #levi fontana #nico hakobyan #arei nageishi #j rosales #min jeung #hu jing #rose lacroix #veronika grebenshchikova #eden tobisa #enchantress’s writing #i know i usually don’t post actual writing on this website most of the time but maybe i’ll start doing so in the future

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hello there, is your day well? I come bearing a request!

A wonderful piece to my collection would be a drabble that shows Kaeya's more adorable side,,,

I don't want to put in too many details, or leave it too vague

so I'll reiterate it for clarity: Kaeya showing a more vulnerable side of himself (ex: something embarrassing/terrible happened )

I thank you for your time to read through my request,,, ^^

A/N: I love kaeya requests so much thank you for your request it really brightened my day today! <3 I hope you have an amazing day today to Anon! So sorry that it’s so late <33

KAEYA REVEALS HIS SECRETS TO YOU (Kaeya x gn!Reader)

Pairing: Kaeya x gn!Reader

Genre/format: Angst to fluff, reverse comfort (drabble)

Warnings: lots of crying, sickness, throwing up, mentions of unhealthy coping (alcohol + overworking), guilt, fear + fear of storms (thunder + lightning) and anxiety, all spoilers for Kaeya’s backstory and events, petnames: ‘darling’ and ‘my love,’ burns + injuries

Summary: Kaeya believes he is unworthy of love, especially yours.

Kaeya is a man of many layers.

If you were to describe his façade, it would be like velvet over ice. Smooth voiced and sultry tongued, he delivered his blows cold and sharp.

That is not how you would describe him, Kaeya. Kaeya, was your sweet, loving boyfriend. Loyal, and a good man. You told him those words with ease because they were the truth - and your lover looked at you as if all you said were lies.

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Lies so cruel, they shattered his icy walls before the velvet could unravel. A mess. Kaeya had lost all his grace, crying as if he was a sinner deemed none of it. His walls melted before you, and instead of it a weight lifted off his chest like snow clearing-way for Spring - he trembled as if he was stranded in Dragonspine. Talked as if all the snow there weighed on his lungs until the man could no longer breathe.

Your man, your lover. Kaeya. Fully clothed but stripped naked, in the kind of way that left your soul bare. You understood, Kaeya, but not enough to know why he did not believe your assurances. It was not the first night he was up late, overthinking.

It was the first he failed to make you believe he believed you.

It was the first you woke up to find Kaeya, curled up on the bathroom floor - where the thunder rolling through the crowds and the flash of lightning had failed. He flinched violently each time, nearly a convulse. Your mouth went dry, heart dropping to the pit of your stomach - rattling your body harder than any storm did the windows.

Kaeya’s breathing eventually slowed unlike the rain hammering against the rooftops, only when pelting water was the only noise coming from the sky. You hoped it was not just the muffle of his head against the toilet seat, his knees trembling against the cold, bathroom tiles. Your held his hair back, mated with the same sweat tricking down his back. The bathroom smelled of sickness.

Kaeya tried to play it off as just that. Sickness. He even laughed—if you could call it that. Croaks from a soar throat, he must had. You had no idea how he even managed the strength to talk after all of it, his throat sounded scraped raw.

You talked. Your throat did not feel much different. “Oh, Kae…” He was trembling, hard now, and kept his face so low you thought he needed to be sick again. “C’mon, love, let’s get you cleaned up.”

He had never flinched before at the endearment. It very well could be you had never used it before; it was the truth. You had paused in your attempt to move the hairs from his face, asking him if you could. He sucked a deep breath in, wavering in his throat as thunder moaned in the clouds - and swallowed, hard. Slowly, he lifted his head slightly from the toilet he was gripping onto like a lifeline.

Not his eyes. No, never his beautiful, beautiful eyes. Or should you say eye… as you removed all that was sticking to his sweaty face but his eyepatch, his soft cotton fit for sleep replaced with his usual, formal leather. Sleep not slept. He was in full favonious uniform, recognizable despite disheveled layers of belts, thick silks and even tighter leather sticking to his body who trembled as if the man was not sweating buckets.

You sighed softly, rubbing your thumb over the dark circle underneath his eye. You shifted your palm to cup his damp cheek, and he leaned into your touch. Kaeya shut his eyes, tears leaking out of the corners, and with trembling lips spewed shaky apologies.

You cooed softly, wiping his mouth with a clean towel when he finally stopped to breathe. Kaeya was reminded to breathe slow and deep by you, breathing with him, before sitting on the toilet seat as you prepped a toothbrush.

You gently tilted his chin up, his beautiful eye refused to meet yours. It was glossy under the warm, bathroom lights - and so were his tear-stained cheeks, and the beads of sweat on his brow and bottom lip.

“I-I’m sorry,” he managed. His voice was barely heard over the pelting rain, and he was still shivering as if he was caught in it.

“For not feeling well?” You asked him, your heart hurting as more tears welled up in his eye. He moaned through his teeth as thunder rolled. You had never seen the man cry before, and never expected to ever see him shed so many his eyepatch went damp. “Kaeya, you’re human. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, I promise.”

“I—I’m disgusting,” he whispered, voice cracking to a pitch when a flash of lighting, illuminating the pure, fear in his one, sole eye. As if his body was the windows rattled by the storm, his head in your shoulder and heart underneath your hand beat harder than the thunder in his chest.

You dropped the toothbrush, your own hands were trembling now at how badly he was shaking. He only held on to you tighter, crying hard into the crook of your neck. You had seen him anxious before, and in those moments - he never wanted to be touched.

You rubbed your hands up and down his back, and hummed softly. Tears pricked at your eyes, and you shut them as you buried your nose into his hair. You continued the soothing tune until his breaths slew against your neck, calm enough to cup his cheeks and finally, meeting his gorgeous eye.

“I love you, Kae,” you said, softly. “I know I’ve never said it before, but… I do. I really do.”

You ran your fingers through his hair, out of his face, and rubbed your thumb over his damp cheek.

Kaeya swallowed hard. The walls he built were torn down in the most gentlest of ways, your touch a torch melting the ice away. Warmth he did not deserve. Guilt had tightened the knots in his stomach until all he could do was drown himself in paperwork, pried his eyes open, devoured his appetite, and forced him to spew on an empty stomach he planned to fill with wine as soon as his legs would lift him off the floor.

Was planning. He did not plan for you to find him, nor did he ever plan to fall for you harder than the buckle of his knees in his attempts to stand. Guilt, and so much of it. A storm colder than his vision and the night he was given it. Colder than the look in his brother’s eyes as he drew his sword—pure fire, and somehow - it left him frozen.

Not in the way he could not move, Kaeya drew his sword in return—walls around his heart never letting anyone in again. The sword he held froze the pouring rain once it hit the steel, hardening the water hammering against the cobblestone. All the moisture in the air froze to face Diluc’s searing flames, a clash of Pyro and the Cyro of Kaeya’s earned, no—cursed Vision at his hip.

A reminder to string his words in velvety tones. Pretty lies, and ugly truths. Your loving gaze stripped his lies naked; how he truly was a spy from a hated nation, a Sinner, a liar, a traitor. How could you love a man like him? He was unworthy of love. Especially yours.

“You are so worthy of love, Kaeya,” you whispered to him. Perhaps you could not hear him over the storm. Kaeya held onto you tighter with another boom of thunder. Did he really say that last part?

“Your past does not define you,” you whispered softly. You rubbed your thumb over the back of his hand. “You have never done anything to hurt Mondstadt.”

You looked him in the eyes. “I love you so much, Kaeya.”

And Kaeya believed it.

Trembling fingers reached for the string of his eyepatch, the wet leather sliding off his face as smoothly as the tears slipping down his jaw.

Kaeya’s heart hammered harder than the rain outside, harder than the clash of the brothers’ swords, and faster than the flash of lightning illuminating the betrayal in Diluc’s eyes Kaeya caused. The man felt sick all over again, and it took everything to keep returning your gaze.

A few moments passed, as you slowly raised your hand - then retrieved it.

“May I?” You asked him.

Kaeya nodded, slowly. You smoothed a finger over his scar as he told how he got his burn. The skin was rough, he knew, and ugly - a dark, prune colour sitting like a lump on his brown skin. Swallowing the lump on his throat, his breath hitched when you pressed your lips against the skin there, a kiss softer than the flutter of crystalflies.

“Beautiful,” you whispered, rubbing your thumb underneath his exposed eye.

You helped him brush his teeth, out of his uniform, and into comfy, cotton clothes loosely fitted and suited for sleep. The storm had lulled to soft, rainfall - as you pulled the covers over your bodies intertwined by the legs - all after you made sure he slowly sipped on a glass of water.

His head rested on your chest, close to your heart. Your heartbeat his favourite sound, embraced in your familiar scent and fingers gently massaging his scalp and rubbing soothing circles into his back - sleep, came easy.

“I love you,” he said, looking into your eyes before his head fell against your chest once again.

The next morning, Kaeya awoke to your humming self cooking breakfast - delectable aromas enough to make his stomach grumble. He smiled softly.

“Kaeya,” you smiled. You grasped his hands, and squeezed them gently. “How are you feel—“

Your words were lost against his lips, as he gently brought you closer and moved in sync with yours. Never wanting to part, except for the momentary part of lips - exchanging warmth breaths as he pressed his forehead against yours.

“Thank you,” he said. He knew you loved his voice in the morning, how it slipped into a low octave. “My love.”

He smirked when you teasingly pushed him away, flustered. “Don’t go kissing me with your morning breath, Kae.”

“Hm~? I’m pretty sure you were quite fond of my lips anyways, darling.” He replied smoothly. Naturally. “And—“

You kissed him, further proving his point. You broke the kiss smiling, which told him you didn’t care.

“Thank you,” he said, as you lead him to the table to eat.

“I love you.”

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