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thatdeadaquarius · 1 year

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sagau with the language barrier issue except... the creator is sick and tired of trying to ask for things so they do everything themself.

and it gives their followers mass anxiety bc they can't even ask what you're doing... bc they know they won't understand anything...

SUCH A GENIUS NARVI 10/10 GOOD WORK SORRY IM SUPER LATE BUT THIS IS *chefs kiss*

Like, that's literally how I feel like I first played Genshin LMAO

Also this has a cont. Part 2 at the bottom bc tumblr fucking hates me UPDATE I FIXED IT THANK FUCK

Paimon was like "and then we go to Mondstadt- ! NO, not Wolvendom, to Mondstadt! NOT THE THOUSAND WIND TEMPLE WITH ENEMIES OUT OF UR LEAGUE, ENTER MONDSTADT FOR THE FIRST TIME BEFORE U EXPLORE THE REST OF THE MAP!! >:("

SO MANY IDEAS YET SO LITTLE WRITING SKILL GUYS HELP-

Also warning this is ROUGH in terms of spelling and editing and im so sorry abt that! I have my art show today so you're welcome to come back if you want to see it a little more readable tomorrow lmao

Edit Update 4/6/23:

Revised and fixed all the bad spelling and grammar (hopefully) so make sure to give another read if you havent read the cleaned up version lol

I dont have a beta reader so its just me trying my best ok-

Everything was like kinda chaos tbh at first

WOW- MY FIRST 1,000+ NOTES POST??!?! U GUYS, WHAT ARE R YOU DOIN??!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!! IM GLAD U GUYS ENJOYED IT SM!! Also look out for more encoded stuff in the future since i mentioned wanting to continue stuff like this + ARG stuff :) <3

Edit 9/7/23: 2,000+ NOTES?? THANK YOU???

Like u wake up under the Irminsul, and u think ur hallucinating a goddamn gacha game for like a solid 5 minutes, or ur lucid dreaming,

but once u actually took what felt like hours to process that u might actually be in fucking Genshin Impact-

Nahida came running from, somewhere?? Its kinda just very floaty dreamy in here so, unclear, she’s beaming with a giddy little smile (💘)

It’s… so much more than what her game model could manage.

I mean, you knew that, of course you did, but- to see the tiny goddess smiling in person, her cute chubby arms waving in the air, her cheeks all plump with baby fat from her excited smile, pretty green eyes that sparkle only in the way excited toddlers do-

It was just…wow. 🥺

You can’t help it, her sheer carefree excitement, exactly like a child but you know that she must be really overwhelmed with joy if shes letting herself act like that so blatantly, you feel ur muscles tug gently into a smile, you try to muffle it but ur happiness leaks out anyway

She's panting as she stumbles on short chubby legs to reach you.

After just staring at you with those big green clover eyes for a few seconds, she physically shakes her head to knock herself out of it,

Nahida places her hand over her heart, and bows elegantly, going back to looking at you with a small but bright smile, her voice is kind of quiet, muffled in a soft way, much like her game depiction,

“Hzozn! R'ev yvvm dzrgrmt gl nvvg blf! R wrwm'g gsrmp blf dlfow wvhxvmw fmgro R dzh zg ovzhg z uvd gslfhzmw bvzih low!” *

…Nahida begins to look a little concerned… her eyes get impossibly bigger.

…Oh no.

♧

Nahida had apparently quickly spread the news that you can’t understand them, but luckily it seems like all the characters still know you!

Alhaitham is pretty much a constant by your side, you knew he was vaguely studying linguistics in the akademiya… but that knowledge still didn’t prepare you to be intensely stared at with his diamond pupils for hours. 💀

Then he’d tap your shoulder or something, and you quickly picked up that he wanted you to just try and say something.

Then he would scribble for hours.

Turns out they can understand you about as much as you understand Teyvat language (s? You can’t even tell if there are multiple languages, that��s how unrecognizable this language is, damn)

The more extroverted or friendly people, like Venti, Yoimiya, Kazuha, Jean, Noelle, Amber, Xingqiu, Hu Tao, Zhongli, Ganyu, Barbara, Beidou, Collei, Ayaka, Gorou, Nilou

At least attempt to talk to you, and try very hard to watch what you gesture with your hands or body language

They're pretty much ready to play charades at all times for you lol

Interestingly enough, they only ever understood you when you typed in the chat (with other ppl)

But even then not immediately,

Sumeru scholars basically had to make a whole new department (regardless of how much you play with others) to decipher your ancient language (to them) like those old clay tablets with cuneiform we’re still translating?

Like that, your words appear in elemental magic heavy places (so like that abyss lang. It’ll appear on walls or structures, so like Andrius’ stone colosseum? in Wolvendom gained some of your chat replies inscribed and glowing a rainbow of colors on the top edges of the walls)

Much like the abyss language you see throughout genshin, most Teyvat scholars (across nations/internationally) agreed your language is the oldest form of language known!

It’s like modern languages having roots in older ones, like English with Latin, greek, or German roots, or Sanskrit and the Prakrit for Hindi language today

…so of course no one really speaks the root languages anymore, because they’re so old, so those ancestors who spoke those languages would have little to no understanding of their modern counterparts…

◇

Occasionally if you turned your mic on for whatever reason there would be a gentle whisper on the winds in Mondstadt of your voice,

or your laugh in the waves washing ashore in Inazuma and Fontaine,

your startled noises or screams from battling bosses mixed with the landslides in the mountains of Liyue

So they know what you sound like, but that doesn’t mean they understood your language :/

Nahida had been hoping that you’re actual physical form being here would help improve the language barrier

But unfortunately, those things remained the same, but at least you were physically here to talk to now and give more content for the scholars to study rather than them having to make do with your snippets of language from chats

…so needless to say, it took you a long time to realize they viewed you as a god of sorts.

You kind of knew something was up when at least two allogenes were by your sides at all times, or eremites would replace them if they really couldn’t stick around

You figured they knew you weren’t nearly as combatant-ready as they were at all times, hell you obviously didn’t have a vision hanging off you somewhere, and you only really had a knife strapped to a belt, courtesy of the Thirty Corps

You are still kind of convinced that the people of Teyvat, or Sumeru at least, are just pretty polite (and in the allogenes case, very kind or friendly, even people like Alhaitham or Cyno, resting bitch faces they have, seem to soften a little when they’re walking around with you… maybe you’re just imagining it…)

And as much as you would love to wait until they understand you to do something more fun, as you can see the frustration on Tighnari’s face (and his ears try to flatten back hehe) as he looked like he was debating heatedly with some of the Sumeru sages who insist you stay in the city

…so why not go?

It’s not like they’re going to get it anytime soon, and it’s still too frustrating for yourself to charade things or draw things for them because you can’t even hear their guesses 💀

You can totally handle being like the traveler too,

You still have access to your inventory afterall! Plus, lucky for you, you still find a pass for the Serenitea Pot in your little pocket dimension!

So now you have somewhere to sleep at night, and while most of your stuff went to the traveler’s pack, the things like Primogems

(which.. Okay now you really want primogems bc theyre so pretty and shiny irl)✨️

And other high-level things, or just objects of no use for the traveler (so basically all your hoarded level up stuff and infinite amount of weapons lol) came along with you

So you did have to wander the first week or so around the city and even commission the Adventurer’s Guild to grab you food supplies to cook with

Filling up, along with a few big waterskins, you’re off!

...and everyone collectively has a heart attack!

◇

When you show up in Ghandaraville essentially all “✨️💖☺️✨️” on Tighnari’s doorstep-

He chokes on the tea he’d been sipping on before he opened the door lol

He looks a little frazzled so you try to just gesture with “calm yourself small animal” energy with your hands

“Tivzgvhg Oliw! R'n- R- sld wrw blf-?! Mvevinrmw, xlnv rm, xlnv rm, ivhg! ...R mvvw gl hvmw z nroorlm ovggvih mld gl ylgs gsv vmgriv xrgb lu Hfnvif, gsv Zxgrmt Tizmw Hztv, zmw gsv Nzgiz nlhg orpvob…” he began out looking at you and talking and gesturing to his small dining table (the game sucks, his house looks great and has lots of cool rooms filled with interesting plants… oooo…so pretty...)

But then he kinda just devolved into rambling, no need to understand, you can read the vibes and just know that's what he's doing lol

Collei eventually ducks in, and she looks a little panicked?

She’s quickly followed by Cyno, pushing past her to call out into the house,

His voice seems hard and stressed, looking at Tighnari, “Grtsmzir, szev blf hvvm gsv Tivzgvhg Oliw zmbdsviv, gsvb dviv hvvm xlnrmt gl Tszmwziezeroov ozhg-”

Cyno stops and blinks.

Collei’s mouth is slightly dropped open, she also just, blinks.

You blink.

Tighnari blinks tiredly, he looks like he’d rather be done for the day, you think.

The doctor sighs, and moves his head to nod towards the other dining seats.

◇

Sumeru foods are so much better looking in real life, and they’re so good too, your practically bloated by the end of dinner,

As a thank you, bc u cant say it obv, you just gesture for Tighnari to stay sitting, and he gives you a raised eyebrow and a suspicious ear twitch

But stays still, and you reach out to finally hit the eight-pointed star hovering over his, and all playable characters chests at all times.

Like you suspected, it brings up a holographic character menu, but rather than his full model, it kind of hovers in front of Tighnari’s face, replacing his old 3D model self with framing the real thing for a portrait just in front of his face

The poor Denro user nearly jumps a foot out of his chair as he looks in shock at your screen, you do the same “chillll boy” gesture with your hands and press his shoulders for a second to remind him to not run off or panic

Cyno and Collei had done the dishes and put up leftovers, and are now standing behind Tighnari, watching with equally wide eyes,

“...Dszg ziv gsvb wlrmt gl blf?

Cyno’s voice is even deeper and quieter than usual, you feel goosebumps run up your spine

“Ziv blf tvggrmt yovhhvw, Nzhgvi Grtsmzir?!” Collei’s sweet voice is also hushed like she’s witnessing something sacred, Tighnari gently shakes his head negatively in response, his shoulders shrugging,

“Nzbyv? R uvvo... z orggov hgilmtvi, zmw nb Erhrlm rh zxgrmt fk zh dvoo…”

Though he’s replying, Tighnari’s eyes haven’t once left your ancient magic? technology device? hovering in front of him,

and as he crosses his arms and squints to try and look closer at everything floating in front of him, you can see the childlike gleam of awe in his green eyes, (so cute) in fact, now that you glance up and look, both Collei and Cyno have the same quietly excited and fascinated sparkle in their eyes too

With a displeased sneer, you chuck his old level one bow into the material grinding spots, hope he wasn’t attached to that…

Oh well, he’ll like the new one better, afterall, with no characters, all your best weapons and artifacts are ready to use!

With a small smile of reassurance, you finally finish gearing Tighnari up, tap a miniature version of that 8-point star in the corner like an “X” button, and it retreats like a classic TV set📺 turning off into his chest, he startles but then carefully stands

You decide to just start making decisions bc its worked out so far ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

And grab his hand and haul him out into the forest, Collei letting out a surprised squeak, her and Cyno hurrying after

You reach the nearest clearing, and gesture at Tighnari like a bow and arrow firing, he gets it, and your glad he already trusts you, because he doesn’t take long to summon his bow

He takes aim at a smaller tree about two cars length away

You can feel them all holding their breathe, as Tighnari charges it with Dendro, the arrowhead glowing, (it looks so cool and badass irl god you feel envious even tho ur already here-)

The ranger lets it fly, it streaks neon green, whistling through the air, it hits the tree-

and it fucking explodes.

Vines and leaves and the trees roots all rapidly swell like theyre filled with water, like it literally got hit by a superhero with plant powers, which, not that far off actually.

The green floating Dendro seeds make a ring around the tree its so full of elemental energy-

You give a wild grin, you still got it, hell yeah. >:)

Your grin widens as you look over at Tighnari, Collei, and Cyno

Cyno has a smirk lighting up his face, eyes eager, Collei’s jaw has dropped and she’s just frozen staring as the tree finally settles from the burst of the dendro powered arrow

…Tighnari has lowered his bow, and his mouth is only slightly open, his ears perked straight up into the air, shaking with excitement? Happiness? Interest? You don’t know how peopl-animal-hybrid ears work,

and you STILL cant talk to any of them to ask what they thought, so looks will have to do >:/

Tighnari is the first to move, his head snapping over to look at you, the brightest, kinda feral tbh, smile taking over his face-

“Blf pmld, dv xzm'g fmwvihgzmw blf, zmw blf fh, bvg R xzm'g dzrg gl hvv dszg rm gsv dliow blf'iv tlrmt gl wl mvcg. Blf'iv znzarmt."

… and you just 🙂? Cool!

And give a thumbs up👍LMAO

☆

Bonus:

Alhaitham was literally running around Sumeru City trying to find you when you left, tho you did try and leave a translatable-in-3-to-5-business days-note, he didn’t have time to translate that because you were gone.

Or worse, lost in the city, and he would never forgive himself if he lost you, esp as Acting Grand Sage-

Kaveh got a letter a day and a half later from Tighnari letting them know you were having a sleepover in Ghandarvaville lol

Kaveh also had to hunt down Alhaitham to give him said news, then force his roommate to go sit or lay down for the rest of the day to recover lmao

(Haitham honestly kinda freaked Kaveh out bc he’s never seen him that... desperate, it was like seeing a statue emote lol)

♡

ARE YOU KIDDING WE ALMOST HIT LIMIT AGAIN?!

Bro has anyone else had this problem???

I literally had to switch from PC to mobile and copy and paste it there to get all my shit in and tumblr not throw a hissy fit???!!!

FUCKING TUMBLR- SUCK MY BIG FAT- 👹👹 UGH

ANYWAYYYY SO I FINALLY CAVED

And started doing ciphers for when you dont get teyvat’s language! I meant to do something fun like this for awhile but I wasn’t sure if that would be kind of annoying, but if you’re interested in learning what they actually say (which the whole point of this is that dw it doesnt rlly matter lol) here’s a hint:

*hint = Atbash

:> good luck!

Wish me luck on my art exhibition today!! Then I’ll be homefreeeee 😭

Safe Travels,

💀♒

♡ the beloveds ♡

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist

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urwifebabes · 21 days

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Hiii! Sorry to bother you but I was wondering if you could do Dogday and/or Catnap with a dog smiling critter!Reader? like they're a newer bigger body experiment? (Totally not just referencing slightly to my own oc because I want more dog smiling critter!Reader) fluff or smut I don't care! :3

“What’s your name?”

Relationship(s): Dogday x dog!reader

Warning(s): fluff, smut, mentions of a litter (kids)

It was a normal day, the critters woke up early. helped the kids out of bed, brush their teeth, get dressed, and make everyone breakfast. see? normal. that was until they seen another dog that wasn’t their happy fun-going orange friend.

you had stood in the front gate of the playcare and Dogday, being the good boy he was, he came over to you first cheerfully. “hi! names Dogday! yours?” You looked at him and you slowly warmed up to him. “y/n.” he gave you a warm smile and gently took your hand in his. you followed wherever he took you.

you met Kickin first. he had greeted you with his signature “cool move” before he told you his name. you smiled and waved as Dogday and him began to talk about the shifts they would have during the day. you stood off to the side while they decided that, feeling abit awkward.

before long, Dogday noticed and took your hand in his, pulling you closer as he continued his conversation. you blushed abit as his arms were wrapped around your shoulders and his hip was touching yours. he eventually finished his conversation and you guys began to walk and talk as he showed you everywhere he thought you’d need to know. who am I kidding? he showed you everything!

He even warned you about Catnap! that was sweet, yes?

for the first month, he courted you. He brought you flowers. He brought you candies. He brought you soft pillows. He even would come in your room and fuck your pretty plush thighs since you wouldn’t let him do you, just yet. after though, would be so special. he made sure you were happy with the critters. he made sure kickin wasn’t too loud or eager around you. he made sure you didn’t get overwhelmed with love with Bobby. he definitely made sure Hoppy didn’t pressure you because he knew how much his baby didn’t like a lot of noise. Don’t get me started with Catnap. He actually boils when you even look catnaps way. but of course, he would never show it. Bubba couldn’t get angry at you if you messed up any problem because what did you look like, a mathematician? Picky piggy couldn’t force feed you because you didn’t like that and your my man Dogday wouldn’t ever allow that. CraftyCorn could NOT yell at you about paint or Dogday would take it from her with a smile on his face.

About 3 months later, he had you flipped on your knees and sliding back and forth against his cock. he whimpers as he feels your gummy walls, squeezing his fat tip. you bit your lip as you lowered yourself against the bulbous head. Dogdays hands reached out and slammed you down, hitting your cervix immediately. you cried out as he took control and fucked you into your shared mattress.

afterwards, he’d grab a warm towel and gently slide the cloth over your slimy folds as you babbles mindlessly. he chuckled and coo’d to you as he threw the towel aside and got into bed with his pretty puppy. he’d kiss against your shoulder and talk about your guys’ future. your guys is litter running around as he rubbed your belly until you fell asleep.

‘Just like putty.’ Dogday sighed happily before he snuggled into a soft sleeping pattern with you.

A/N: SORRY I HAVENT POSTED IN A MINUTTEE LOLL… PART 2 ?

TAGS: @2faced-fairy @alyssalololol

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demontonic · 10 months

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Ethan Landry - Perverted 2

I know it took me forever to finish this but its finally here! Read part 1 if have you havent already! This is it though i dont think ill be making a part three but heres my masterlist if you want more from me

word count: 3990

tw: blood, fighting, knife play, alcohol, dacryphilia, ethan is plowing through you idk what else to say

A month, one whole month and you had yet to tell anyone of what you saw. It was nearing halloween, more people started buying ghostface costumes unbeknownst- or rather in their own ignorance- the victims of woodsboro were amongst them. The uprising of the ghoulish mask had the group on edge, that being the original five as the others didn’t even flinch at the sight. Ethan had been getting closer and closer to you, going so far as sneaking into your room while you were awake, asleep, studying, showering. In a way you were flattered, amused by his boyish antics but there were times you had realizations that he was- no is a killer. At first the noise of your window sliding open followed by footsteps had you reaching for your knife, or any object you could defend yourself with. Now when you hear it, sometimes you don’t even acknowledge him until he speaks, questioning your behavior, lack of honesty, or even your mood.

At some point you convinced yourself he was trying to collect more information on you. Typically you could gather a lot from social media, or just being friends but you had avoided him so much, now was his time to get to know you. He told himself every time you crossed his mind it was purely for the end goal, but he knew you were twisted. He could tell by the way you never told anyone, or how you would react to him creeping through your window. There were times where he would leave, and wait on the fire escape until you fell asleep to go back in and just lay next to you, imagining a domestic life where he didn’t have a bloodlust. A life where he didn’t meet you the way he did, a sweet fairytale story to tell your future kids. He’d make sure he was a better father, never picking favorites and raising them right. You being his stay at home wife, going out everyday to provide for his family that he would love. Coming home at night and sleeping next to this beautiful being that he felt so normal around, but he would always have to leave and dream of waking up next to you.

Today was no different, you’d wake up, go to your classes, have lunch with the group, and then go home- or so you thought. Today had been slightly different, the entire university buzzing with comments about a halloween party. Like normal you had assumed you were going to stay home as you did for most parties and events. In your Literature course Ethan had decided to sit next to you, whispering a little too close to your ear about the party. He wanted you to go with him, and the group of course but he talked about you dressing as a princess as he would be a makeshift knight. Your face burned at the suggestion of corresponding outfits but you declined saying you most likely wouldn’t show. You noticed the immediate change in his demeanor, something that you had seen multiple times. He could be sweet, quiet, soft, well spoken, or he could be harsh, sharp tongued, quick witted, and stern. It was a real Jekyll and Hyde situation, at first it was frightening but now it was just a matter of knowing how to combat his remarks.

“You will look best in a burgundy dress, the color against your skin will be absolutely stunning” his breath fanned against your ear, voice dropping to the one you assumed he used when he made the calls. Ethan’s voice was as strong as the gaze he held, you felt it linger as the warmth of his body left yours. It almost made you shiver, almost refusing to meet his dark eyes knowing you’d be met with the void that accompanied this version of him. “Look at me when I’m talking to you,” you dropped your pen on the dark wooden desk before averting your eyes to his. First they held that dark void that came with the demeanor, but a few seconds after they went back to warm doe eyes you had first become infatuated with. The ones that stared at you from the floor of your room when you were half asleep finishing schoolwork. A sigh left his chest, almost unnoticeable if you hadn’t known his body language inside and out.

“It’s rude not to… please come to the party tonight it’s gonna be fun,” a crooked smile found its way onto his lips, his teeth peeking out slightly. You looked back towards the professor trying to fill the blanks from where you had stopped taking notes. “I’ll think about it Ethan, I wouldn’t even be able to get a dress such short notice- I don’t even like frat parties to begin with-“

“Stop whining and try to have fun, I don’t like crowds but it’s gonna be a one time thing,” he assured you as he stared at your hand scribble on the paper. Ethan always found himself tuning out to the sound of your pen writing on paper, the smell of your perfume, shampoo, chapstick. He even became accustomed to the tinge of weed under the coconut and vanilla body spray you favored, it was your scent, every product you used. The candles you lit, the oils you put in your diffuser, even your favorite drinks like vanilla frappuccino with coconut milk, or coconut water, vanilla milkshakes- he almost had a whole journal just for you.

“I said I’ll think abou-“

“Please”

Pleading? Asking? Begging? No, it was a demand disguised as a question to make it seem like you had a choice. Did you? Of course, you were a grown woman who could make her own decisions. No matter how he looked at you with those pretty brown eyes you stood your ground.

“I will think about it”. Alarms buzzed around the room signaling the end of this afternoon class, luckily it was your last class today. You quickly shoved your materials into your bag before weaving through the crowd of students, surely losing Ethan in the process. He was a stubborn little shit sometimes as you’ve come to notice, it made you feel special. With others he was a pushover, too scared to say no and always just doing what he was told. With you he felt comfortable voicing his opinions, speaking his mind, you were far past him whispering empty threats into your ear late at night. Now you talked about what he would be doing if he wasn’t doing the whole ghostface shitshow, if he hadn’t followed the ways of his father whom he’d yet to reveal. Some nights he asked about you, your childhood, aspirations, fantasies and then sometimes you would try to talk him out of following through. He’d always laugh and tease you about trying to be his savior, and falling in love with him but maybe it was he who’d fallen for you. Through the fog and the rain, you’d sparked a lantern within him, if he’d follow was still a decision he’d yet to make.

Arriving at your shared apartment the girls sat in the kitchen talking about the party. Sam had been long gone as she went to work, Quinn helped Tara figure out the pirate-esque outfit she was to wear. It was odd however, the redhead pulled a tight lipped smile with a slight tilt of the head before Tara fully turned to you. The smaller girl ran to capture your abdomen in a hug and then jumped in front of you excitedly.

“You didn’t tell us you and Ethan had gotten somewhere!” She practically vibrated in place, waiting for you to spill some details with eager eyes. Quinn had sat down, watching the exchange with her head resting in the palm of her hand.

“That dork actually had the balls to ask for some help,” she said in a gruff voice, you assumed she was tired from her classes although it felt entirely wrong. Jealousy couldn’t be it. She had plenty of guys basically at their knees for a chance with her. “Help? With what exactly I don’t under-“

“The par- Oh my gosh! Did he not ask you yet? Were we supposed to wait?”

“He asked me to the party Tara don’t worry, I just said I’d think about it- BESIDES I don’t have anything close to what he wants me to wear… Where are you going?” You placed a hand on your hip, eyes following the small brunette as she pulled a bag up from the couch.

“Oh no”

“Oh yes”

“No”

“Ohhh yes!”

It was 6pm, time had blurred together as Tara was busying herself with getting you ready. You both decided it would be the easier route to straighten your hair, and to go with a simple eyeliner and mascara than a full caked face. On the daily you made the effort to apply mascara and eyeliner but Tara suggested a pop of color to which you reluctantly agreed. You knew once you got there you’d be splurging in the variety of alcohol they undoubtedly had so opted for a matte red lipstick. Within that time you had discovered Ethan had been in cahoots with Tara and Quinn for the past two weeks in order to have your ‘costume’ ready. The whole thing made you feel wrong, like you were being pampered for him, after all this was his money you were wearing. A part of you however felt like a high school girl getting ready for her first date, maybe over time you had grown a deeper passion for him. You spent more time together than you had even stopped to realize before. Besides that you hadn’t minded him sneaking into your room almost every night like some forbidden love. It was forbidden in all reality, it was wrong, sick, insane, but the sweet boy had weaseled his way into your heart. So as you sat here sitting in front of your mirror, spraying some perfume and patting down your hair, a smile made its way onto your face.

You held open the door for Tara, Quinn opting to stay home with her latest catch, you two started walking to the frat house. The cool air against your body helped as your heart was beating so fast you thought you’d pass out. All dolled up for a man that was burdened with sins you didn’t even remember at this point because all you could think about was not making a fool of yourself. Walking into the party was a hard task, you were already irritated from the pushing and shoving you made a beeline for the hard liquor. Tara had gone for something lighter and assured you it was okay to split up since Mindy and Anika would be with her. Chad had texted you once Tara told him you had made it, so after you had a cup of malibu with a drop of pineapple juice you started to make your way to the boys. By the time you got there half your cup was empty, in all honesty without it you’d be a shaking mess. Chad had grabbed you before you could confront the bitch you had jabbed her heel onto your foot. He always knew you were hotheaded, never scared to scrap with a random chick for fucking with you so he had to be your voice of reason.

“You just got here, try not to get kicked out so soon,” he joked as he walked you over to the doorway they’d stationed at. “Besides, lover boy has been waiting so patiently for you,” he whispered in your ear, playing it off like he was looking behind you. Ethan stood there in his nerdy cardboard costume, a bucket shaped ‘helmet’ on his head paired with a crooked smile. His eyes however held something mischievous, you hadn’t noticed until Ethan put a hand firmly on your waist that Chad left you two alone.

“I was starting to worry that you stood me up, especially after I bought this for you. I hope you can forgive me for taking things into my own hands, I wanted to spend at least one normal night with you.” Ethan spoke next to your ear over the loud music, it was almost too intimidating for you. One hand was on your waist, and the other loosely holding your wrist like he was scared you’d leave him. You laughed nervously before downing what was left in your cup, setting it down on the nearest table.

“It would’ve been rude to reject your gifts, besides it wouldn’t hurt to go out every now and then.” You placed your hands on his forearms, trying to hold your composure as everything felt so overwhelming. His eyes were sharp, like he was trying to read your expressions as if they were hard to decipher. Both of you were still in each other's presence like you were basking in the meld of your auras. For a moment it felt comforting like there would be no consequences and maybe it was the full cup of alcohol or the scenery but you want nothing more than to feel his plump lips against your skin. It would’ve been sweet if it weren’t for a red headed bitch completely inserting herself into your short conversation.

“Oh my god Ethan Landry with the basket case, what a match made in hell. Two losers made for each other, how disgusting!” Audrey, you knew her name purely because she had been a lowlife that thought too highly of herself. She had tried to get Ethan to be her lap dog in a few classes, always batting her eyes trying to get him to do her essays. He never went for it, he wasn’t some stupid jerk off dying to hump her leg like most of the male population on campus. You had been itching to ring her by that orange hair of hers, especially now.

“Oh get over yourself, you’re just a ran through whore clinging to whoever you think you can push around. Honestly it’s a bit sad how all you have now is some fake tits your daddy bought and loose pussy.” To say you shocked yourself would be an overstatement, but you didn’t expect all of it to come out so easily. Hell even Ethan looked at you as you practically ended her college reputation. The surrounding people catching on slightly to the tension turned the music down so they could tune in.

“I think you’re just mad because you’re a sad pothead with no future.”

“I think you’re just mad because you couldn’t get Ethan to do your work because the fumes from your hair dye killed your brain cells.”

“I’m a natural redhead!”

“Okay fire crotch watch how you talk to me before I check your attitude.”

“You won’t do shit you suicidal bi-“

The whole room gasped, the air felt too hot for you, you almost didn’t feel the impact on your knuckles. Ethan tried to hold onto you but you tore away from his grasp too quickly and before he knew it you had punched Audrey. For a moment you thought you drew blood, but you quickly realized it was the fake blood from her half assed vampire costume. She tried to get back at you but she tripped over her hooker heels and practically fell onto you. Of course you shoved her back onto the floor, everyone laughed at her pathetic attempt at a comeback.

“I think you’ve had too much to drink, you should take a nap baby.” You laughed as you watched her slowly rise from the wood flooring. Tears streamed down her face as her head hung down, too embarrassed to face the crowd.

“You’ll pay for this you bitch.”

“Oh boo, you whore!” She walked out of the room, the music quickly returning to its eardrum shattering volume. Ethan was leaning against the door frame by the time you made your way back to him. He had his bottom lip in between his teeth as he watched you walk back, his hands quickly resting on your hips.

“I’m not saying you didn’t scare me a little but… that was kinda hot.” Thank the higher beings for the colorful lights, your face was so red from both the heat and Ethan. Your chest swelled with pride as the serial killer applauded you for taking a swing at that stuck up bitch.

“Someone had to do it eventually, so will you come downstairs with me for a drink?” You pulled on his ‘chest plate’ as he nodded, following closely behind you. After a few shots and strong drinks Ethan had convinced you it was time to leave before you ‘got into any more trouble’. You weren’t hammered but not sober either, so of course he walked you to your apartment.

“How fun I get to walk through your front door this time,” alluding to all the times he’d climb through your window.

“No one ever said you couldn’t, I think the girls would’ve actually gotten a kick out of it.” You smiled as you walked through the door, already going towards your room. However before you opened it you realized Ethan had stopped following you. Instead he leaned onto the wall before your door, looking at you expectantly.

“Don’t act shy now Eth, you’ve been here how many times?”

“I told you I wanted one normal night.”

“Well if you ask me I think I preferred you just coming in through my window, no invitation required.” Again, his demeanor changed as his tall frame straightened and walked towards you. A small tilt of his head and then suddenly he was kissing you, it was rough, demanding, dominant. One of his arms wrapped around your waist before he reached behind you and opened your door. You stumbled back as he slammed it shut, locking it too before resuming the sloppy kiss. He walked you backwards towards your bed, lifting you easily by the hips and tossing you down softly. The diadem on your head was pulled off and placed on your side table, his helmet had been long gone, laying somewhere on your floor. He quickly pulled his chest piece off and threw it somewhere, shocking you in the process as his abs peeked from under the long sleeved shirt he wore under it.

“So you like the psycho killer version of me better than an econ geek?” His question sounded breathless, both of your faces flushed as he knelt between your legs. You dress barely stopping at your upper thighs, his hair messy and tangled from your hands.

“If I say yes, are you going to kill me mister ghostface?” You asked just as breathless as he was, a smirk plastered on your lips as you watched his expression mirror yours. You almost miss it, his god-like features distracting you as he pulls out a knife, pressing the tip to your throat.

“Of course not baby, I’d never hurt you, I’m just trying to figure out what you’re into.”

“Well this is kinda doing it for me if that helps.” He smiled before trailing the blade all the way down between your thighs, severing the straps of your panties. He didn’t pull the fabric off, not yet anyways, instead pulled his shirt off before leaving dark hickeys all over your neck and collar bones. Your fingers tangled in the mess of curls as he made his way across your exposed skin. Quiet sighs leave your chest as you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to your body. His hips began to grind against you, the rough feel of his jeans caused you to shiver under his herculean body.

You don’t know how much time had passed, but the rest of your clothing had been tossed to the floor. Ethan's face was settled between your thighs as you neared your third orgasm. He was fucking you with his tongue as his thumb stayed on your clit, harshly overstimulating you. Your thighs couldn’t even squeeze around his head at this point, they rested on his strong shoulders, shaking and trembling. Tears were welling up in your eyes as your back arched off the bed again, crying out his name as you came on his face. He sat up, crawling closer to you as you trembled underneath him. All he did was smile softly, his canines poking against his lower lip. Your eyeliner had run down your cheeks, your hair tangled and frizzy.

“You look so pretty crying, shaking, and begging. I should’ve been fucking you like this every night for the past month.” As he spoke he traced your face lightly with the tip of his knife, his cock slick with precum as he rubbed it against your clit. Your legs shook with every move he made, you were far beyond overstimulated; this was insanity. You weren’t even sure if you were forming proper words as he began to slide his thick cock into your sensitive cunt. Your nails scratched at his v-line, no doubt drawing blood from his pale skin as he bottomed out. He hissed as he quickly drug his blade across the top of one of your hands. It was a small thin slice barely even bleeding, you would’ve missed it if you hadn’t watched him do it. Anyone would’ve pulled their hand away but it just made you dig your nails deep into his hips. He tossed the knife onto the floor and grabbed both of your wrists, pinning them against your chest as he began to rock slowly in and out of you. Your head dropped back on your pillow as your mouth opened in a silent whine. His lips held a smirk as his pace sped up, head dipping down to your neck as quiet whimpers left his throat. You started crying as you felt another orgasm building from his rough pace, you bit down on his shoulder since your dry throat could barely let your moans out. He groaned at your action and seemingly went faster, you pleaded against his hot skin but he only kept on. Once his hands left your wrists to hold your thighs apart, your nails clawed down his back. The moans coming from him sounded so heavenly, almost pathetic despite him having full control.

He pulled back from you, fully sitting up but his brutal rhythm was unforgiving. He held your hips off the bed as he plowed into your throbbing cunt. Finally a stutter in his pace as he neared his orgasm. He groaned, his head falling back as his thrusts became sporadic causing your body to move upwards on the bed. Your hands braced against the wall as he lost himself in the build of his climax. You cried out into the dim room, your pussy clenching around him as you came. He fucked you until you were squirming under him again, he pulled out and came onto your stomach moaning your name lowly. Ethan stilled for a moment, until finally his hands dropped your thighs and he laid next to you. He pulled your leg onto his waist, pulling you against him as you both tried to catch your breath. Your hand rested on his waist and your head on his chest, it was finally calm again.

The next morning when both of you woke up, you walked into the living room to find the entire group. When they noticed you two together it was like they snapped out of a daze. They joked about how it took way too long for either of you to make the first move. It didn’t take long however for the dread to settle back in as the news reporter spoke of two college students being murdered last night.

@hana-1235

@i-do-be-vibinn

@meh-karma

@cumbermovels

@acornacreacure

@c0untryclub

#Spotify #fanfic #ethan landry #ghost face #ghostface x reader #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry smut #ethan landry x you #ghostface ethan #ghostface smut #ghostface #ghostface x you #demontonic

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yaksha-lover · 11 months

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Hello~~ glad your requests are open, and a happy vacation for you! is it ok if I request a Riddle x reader where they bot pin each other (but havent said anything yet) and reader makes the joke/flirt that their future child is going to be hella unlucky because both of their parents are going to be short ;) (thanks!!)

Riddle x short!reader, gn pronouns but mention of biological children

Attending tea parties with Riddle and the rest of Heartslabyul has become your recent pastime. You’d dropped by occasionally before when Ace and Deuce could rope you into it, but now you’ve started coming because of Riddle’s invitation. That’s how you find yourself sitting beside Cater and Trey and across from Riddle himself.

“Wow, prefect, it’s been almost twenty minutes, and the housewarden hasn’t even critiqued your tea party etiquette once! Think it’s because he’s going easy on you?” Cater says with a wink.

Riddle glares at him: “Unlike some of you, the prefect is responsible and mature enough to study the rules beforehand. They are simply an excellent guest. Also, do not talk about me as if I am not right next to you.”

“Exactly,” you say, “There are only a few hundred rules. It isn’t hard to memorize if you care to do the work.” You smile at Riddle and feel a surge of unexpected warmth when he smiles back.

Cater repeatedly looks between the two of you before staring at Trey: “You’re seeing this too, right?”

Trey laughs. “Such high praise, Riddle. And you, perfect. You’re so sensible; it’s almost like having another Riddle around.”

“I suppose we are quite similar in some ways,” you say, suddenly feeling shy. “Maybe even too alike in some. It’s unfortunate, but I suppose our children will also have to bear the burden of our similar stature.”

Silence ensues as Riddle turns as red as his hair. It doesn’t last long as Cater and Trey’s laughter fills the air. You flush a little but begin to laugh along with them.

“Prefect?” Riddle asks, baffled at your state.

“Apologies, Riddle, I guess I had to tease you a little.” You say, reaching across the table to take his hand. He looks to the side but doesn’t pull away.

“Our children would be at no disadvantage to others just because of their height. I would ensure that.”

It’s your turn to be embarrassed as you suddenly find the hedgehogs on the lawn to be quite interesting.

“Lighten up, you two! You’re still in school. There’s no reason to dwell on your inevitably short children now.”

Riddle finally turns back to the table to scowl at Cater: “In accordance with the rules, no talk of children is appropriate while drinking Hibiscus tea. Do you not realize what you are drinking, Cater?”

“Well, look at the time,” Cater says, checking his invisible watch, “Trey and I have to get going for that thing we have. Right, Trey?

“Ah yes, that thing. We better go quick or else we’ll be late. We wouldn’t want to reflect poorly on Heartslabyul like that, would we housewarden?”

Riddle sighs in exasperation: “Just leave, you two.”

After Cater and Trey mumble quick ‘goodbyes’ and ‘see you next tea party,’ you and Riddle are left alone at the table. He still hasn’t pulled away from your hand.

“Prefect, I know you jest, but I was serious about what I said. I hope my height does not…dissuade you from me.”

“Of course not, Riddle. That would be awfully hypocritical of me, don’t you think?” You stroke your thumb across his hand. “Plus, I know better than anyone not to judge someone by their appearance. You’re hardworking, intelligent, talented…and I find you quite beautiful.”

Riddle turns his hand over to hold yours properly, his voice shakier and softer than you’ve ever heard: “I’d like to see our future together if you’re willing to join me.”

When you squeeze his hand, Riddle knows you’ll be by his side.

#riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #riddle rosehearts #cater diamond #trey clover #twst #twst riddle #twisted wonderland

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mpekamitzii · 10 months

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Someone a while ago asked me to infodump about anything so I'll take this as an opportunity to talk about how familiars work in this universe!

Familiars are randomly assigned to witches but also native to their birthplace,like modern witches living in a city are very likely to have a pidgeon or a sparrow assigned as their familiar,woodland witches may get foxes,even bears etc.

Familiars are born at the same time as their owners and find each other very early in their life,the familiar stops aging after reaching their peak and typically passes away with their witch.If for some reason that doesnt happen, the familiar in question gets adopted by the deceased witch's family and may be passed on to the newer members or stick around until grief overtakes it.

Their purpose is to guide and protect their witches, with whom they communicate somewhat telepathically

I will add the main characters's familiars here for future reference,even though i havent officially introduced all of them here yet!

Nora: A raven with some white feathers (not pictured here this is an old drawing rip) named Margo!

Sydney: A white ferret with a brown pattern resembling an oreo sandwich

Orange: Orange may not be a witch, but she gets assigned Friday the crow as her familiar later on

Honourable mentions:

Oscar (Nora's twin) has a brown rat, Teo had a borzoi and the unnamed eye witch has a black cat

#this could have been formatted so much better #but i wanted to talk about them!!#it is entirely possible for familiars to range from a field mouse to a shark.as long as it has blood running through it #bug familiars would have been cool but unpractical.....#death strands #original story #magic

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elysse-does-things · 3 months

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idk people might attack me for this but i need to get my thoughts out somehow

In 2019, i was 7 years old and happy. Its 2024, ive gotten out of elementary and im starting to lose hope in ever having a future in the world that im working so hard to do.

Multiple Wars are happening, a global pandemic came and went and took my normal childhood, Palistine might be gone before i reach age 15, Global warming is destroying the earth, and Even if i did create a life in the US, I have a chamce of working until i die.

My parents are immigrants, they havent gotten their citizen ship yet so they cant vote, and my dad is pro isreal, my mom is in the “what can we do“ mindset and I dont want to just sit arpund while kids are dying and being bombed and tortured.

All i want is for all wars to stop, FREE PALISTINE, and actually have a chance at living without needing massive amounts of money to paybills or buy a home or buy food.

Going through middleschool is hard enough, but at this point I wonder if any of it will matter.

sorry about this again, i needed to put this somewhere

#vent #vent post #personal #im really sorry #free palestine #free gaza #middle school #elementary school #thoughts #murder drones #art #ao3 author #ao3 writer

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transflynnscifo · 3 days

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some thoughts on chapter 1.2 from the ongoing translation for yuri and flynn's novels. putting under cut and also not rebloggable. i just have SO many thoughts on it but definitely dont read them until you read the translations. but also to any friends who havent finished vesperia definitely dont check out the novels yet. o7

i won't start dissecting everything that goes on in the chapter, but what is always impressive for me is how even at a young age yuri shows to be very agile and shows promise of being a good fighter in the future. even flynn takes note, much to the other boys' obliviousness.

but its after the end of their fight that really struck my attention. i've looked at the manga version of it many times, so i know that flynn actually tries to make up a lie to keep his mother from worrying about him, saying yuri and co were there to play but were now leaving. what i never realized (which could be a me problem) is that flynn shifts his demeanor entirely in his mother's presence. he is described as scowling and staring all the time up to that moment, but suddenly, he forces on a smile.

when flynn says what he does to norein, he gives a look at yuri indicating that he wants him and the others gone now. in a way, he did a favor for them by not telling his mother about what had transpired.

why this particular revelation makes me react so much so as to ramble about it is that you actually see the seeds of flynn's core personality here. i mean, saying that is pretty obvious, everyone's personalities develop from a young age and all, but i used to operate on the assumption that flynn was actively angry/upset all the time while young, but only learns how to mask his true feelings and avoid stating too much of what he truly thinks as he gets older. the novel and translation officially shattered my assumption by saying "no, flynn started doing this as soon as he realized he could".

granted, his act is far from perfect. he loses himself to his emotions when yuri says the line that ticks him off, and to someone like his mother, and a child as observant as yuri, his smile wasn't able to feign genuine good feelings. flynn doesnt even hesitate to scowl and glare at the other boys. it's mostly that his scope of pretend only reaches as far as "don't worry mother, she already struggles enough". as he gets older, this scope unfortunately widens both due to his occupation as a knight, and what appears to be him not wanting to worry others to make a big deal of it. him being overly emotional would affect his effectiveness as a knight, right?

#i am normal. dont click on the readmore its all fine and dandy #woe joystick be upon ye #woe tovposting be upon ye #all these ideas obviously are based on my takeaways on things so youre free to disagree

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justkiddingjjk · 3 months

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I came over from your mha blogs and I was really happy that one of my fav mha villain writers is dipping toes into jjk 💕

May I request Mahito x reader where Mahi and reader are ‘friends’ who have feelings for each other (but havent admitted to it), and then one day Mahi learns about the concept if kissing and wants to experiment with reader?

Much love to you! 💙

(Thank you! I've been drowning in my other interests lately and really truly wanted to see if venturing out would help lol. After all, even before the villain blog I was pushing an akatsuki one for several years. Life changes but writing stays the same as far as interests go!)

~Mahito's Experimentation~

headcanon|scenario|letter|fake text|drabble

It's difficult for him to place a finger on just what exactly about you gained his interest. From day one, things had been different when it came to you. He was interested in a lot of things, but with you it would seem his curiosity ran much deeper. For specifics, he was mostly intrigued by the way you made him feel. His emotions with you were recognizable at first. Sure there was the curiosity, then the content feeling of having you around often. The happiness he felt when he opened up and spoke with you on different topics that you then returned the favor on would be his favorite emotion. There was a secret new feeling bubbling up lately that he couldn't quite specify. After a while of sitting and thinking to himself late one evening, he'd pushed through every known emotion on the list. He cycles through the idea of possibly harming you or using you in the future. When it turns out he didn't have any interest in doing so, he's settled on a form of longing perhaps?

When the two of you weren't in each others presence it was when he felt this gut feeling warp itself into a nasty type of sadness. When he couldn't spend even longer with you, it became a shortened form of anger or annoyance. When you were back in his arm the metaphorical dark cloud that hovered above him had seemed to dissipate quickly. Still unsure of what to call you, he'd settled on the common title of 'friend'. After all, that's what you were right? You smile and reach out to him with one gentle hand, cupping his cheek and ignoring the longing in your heart for something more than this. "Are you okay today? You're in your thoughts more than usual." You ask his with genuine worry etched into your features. He hums quietly at your words. "Yes of course. I'm just thinking..." He smiles and you chuckle lightly. "You always are huh?" You tease him before turning your attention back to the phone in your free hand. When you release his face he feels that small bubble of annoyance begin to pop up. He wants you to hold him like that a little longer, but doesn't say anything regarding the act. If the two of you were friends then why exactly does his body react to you the way it does. He considers himself to be friends with the others.

Geto can be used an an example.

He doesn't long for Geto's touch. He could care less about how long the two of them have spent apart from each other. Yet he enjoys conversation and company all the same. Why were you so different from this?

Mahito mourns for the time you two have to spend apart the next day. You've got business to attend to and won't return home until later that evening. He fears his emotions may possibly overtake him if he doesn't figure something out here soon. It was only when he was reading a particular romance novel that he'd accidentally picked up in his collection of books that he realized perhaps there was more he could be doing with him time and you. Romance, couples, dating, kissing, sex, families...all unimportant upon first glace. Yet, how could he explain so many of the humans partaking in this kind of stuff? Very well, he'd experiment with this odd behavior and perhaps he could find some sort of reward or revelation within it. He'd made up his mind by the time you stepped through your doorway. The whole of dinner time was uncomfortably quiet for you. He always stared at you in a way of curiosity but never for such a long time before. You'd never taken a minute to admit how you truly felt about him so having your love interest bore his eyes into your side wasn't exactly the most relaxing situation to begin with. What he chose to do next had you frozen for the better half of the next 3 minutes.

Without warning or words, Mahito reached out and gently grabbed either side of your face with both his hands. He was careful to to startle you any further than he already had. He'd slowly leaned closer to you, monitoring your lips before placing his with them softly. He was terrible at kissing. He'd watched no videos and only had the book to guide him. His eyes were widened the entire time, observing the way you stared at him in panic. He finally pulled away when he realized he was moving his lips, just sitting them on top of yours and waiting for what would happen next. "A kiss." he utters plainly with a small triumphant smile on his face. You could only scoff before bursting into laughter. "A kiss? I wouldn't exactly call it that." He hadn't known why you were laughing so hard but the sound of your joy made him chuckle a bit too. He'd done the experiment totally and completely wrong yet he was pleased with the end results. He knew he liked the feeling of your lips on his, and you hadn't exactly rejected him either. If anything, you were cooking up your own plan to show him how kissing should be done. He'd eagerly await your next move with no complaint in sight.

#i hope i did this right #first ask #mahito #mahito jjk #scenarios #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

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wooblrb · 2 months

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the law of being friends with a male: 14 (∗˃̶ ᵕ ˂̶∗)

genre,, fluff, friends to lovers, slow burn ??

pairing: junghoon x fem!reader

warnings: a lot of dialogue,,

masterlist 𓇢𓆸

taglist ^-^: @dogyunslover @fordohyon @anxiousskylar

a/n: HELLOOOO :PPP sorry i havent been updatings ive been SOOO BUSYYY ( ꒦ິ ཀ ꒦ິ ) ILL TRY TO POST MORE OFTENNN Ꮚ ᵒ̴̶̷̥ ‸ ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥ Ꮚ alsoo sorry for such boring chapterss ill try write them more juicier LOL hope yall enjoy thiss lmk what you think ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻)

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“i’m home!” i announce as i walk into my house.

what a strange day. jinsik only said that because he likes bora.. i’m not like him. i don’t like junghoon like that. the only thing i’m really worried about is that i might never see junghoon smile again.

i grab my phone and open my messaging app. i tap junghoons contact and start typing.

‘thats why i have to do this..!’

i push send and let out a little yelp.

little did i know.. that text will create an issue in the future.

authors pov

“junghoon~ sorry im late! the bus took too long. did you wait a long time?” jinsik waves at junghoon while approaching.

“no, i just got here.” junghoon responds.

“lets go. what did you want to eat.”

“ahh i feel bad that i was late. i'll pay for dinner! you pick.” jinsik says while playfully punching junghoon’s arm.

“no. i said i would pay for it. lets go somewhere nearby.” junghoon walks ahead , trying to find somewhere to eat. “wahh kim junghoon is too nice(,,>﹏<,,)” jinsik runs and catches up to junghoon.

they start walking down the street and talk about random things.

“oh right i need to get a book from the bookstore! and a pillow but i can go another day.” jinsik mentions as he points to the bookstore thats nearby.

junghoon nods and follows him.

“by the way, why did you take the bus? isnt the subway closer to your house?” junghoon asks curiously as they walk inside the store.

“oh i wasn’t at home. i was on *** street.” he replies looking through the math workbooks.

“hm why were you on that street? its pretty far from your house.” junghoon questions more as he looks around at the books.

“ahh i was with y/n. i was so distracted with our conversation that i forgot to part ways” jinsik chuckles, still looking through the books.

“just the two of you?”

“huh? oh yeah just me and her. i think the is the work book i need lets go!” jinsik walks to the checkout but stops after seeing that junghoon isnt following.

“junghoon? lets go eat!”

“oh. okay.”

junghoon and jinsik start walking to the restaurant but then sudddenly junghoon’s phones buzzes.

he grabs his phone and sees that y/n texted. he reads the text then dials her number.

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y/ns pov

*are you free tommorrow? do you maybe want to go with me to buy jinsik a birthday gift?*

“i sent it!” i mumble while looking at the sent message to junghoon.

it would've been better if i had asked him in person… but everytime i see him, he avoids eye contact. what did i even do to him?! well.. to be honest. the thing that bothers me the most is… he isnt showing me his beautiful smile.

but if i were to ask him.. that would be awkward.

i look down at my phone and see he just read the text.

“AHH! ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;)⁭ “ i yelp as i hide myseldf under the blankets.

i peak out my head waiting for his reply.

‘why is he not answering back? is he ignoring my texts now too T-T'

i reach out my hand to check but suddenly i get a call.

‘a call..?’

i click the answer button.

“ehem…hello?” i say softly.

“i called because i had a question. when will you be available tomorrow.” junghoon asks directly.

“oh, i-i’m free anytime! its the weekend after all. hehe.” i get up from my laying position and sit straight up on my bed.

“hm then how about and 2?”

“thats perfect..!”

“what kind of present are you going to get?” he asks.

“uhh i havet decided yet..what about you?”

“me neither”

“well then we can just decide on the way!… okay great…yes! see you tomorrow!” junghoon ends the call.

‘nice.. i did it!!’

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next day~~

my plan has been following along well. the first step was to meet junghoon outside of school. second step. i would ask him if he is truly upset with me and why in a natural way. third step. accept his apology for whatever he's upset about, and then i'll see his smile again!!

THE END! ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

“what are you looking at? and why are you giving a thumbs up?” junghoon asks, slightly weirded out.

“huh? its nothing. lets go..” i reply while scraching the back of my neck.

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#junghoon x reader #junghoon xikers #kpop #xikers fanfic #xikers fluff #xikers imagines #xikers reactions #xikers #xikers x reader #jinsik xikers #jinsik #jinsik x reader

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run-me-through-but-not-like-that · 2 years

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Hello! I absolutely love your work and always look forward to when you post, especially your steddy hands x reader fic. I was wondering if you would maybe consider an angst/comfort steddy hands x reader oneshot where perhaps the reader gets kidnapped/needs to be cared for after the ordeal? it would also be neat if the reader was trans-masc simply cause I havent seen a lot of trans-masc representation for ofmd fics yet. I would literally appreciate it so much if you could write this, but even if you cant or are too busy, i look forward to your future works :)

Ended up rewriting this, I hope it turned out okay!

Steddyhands taking care of their Injured S/O:

The enemy ship was filled with the sound of metal clashing against metal, the shouts of their crew and yours alike. The ache from being held captive for days had seeped deep into your bones, making it difficult to even hold your head up, never mind separate the voices to get an idea of how the fight was going. All you knew was that your crew had come for you just like you knew they would.

The door to the brig, allowing more light to spill into the dim room. You forced your head up to see who had come for you, whether it was friend or foe. Everything in your body relaxed when you saw the three familiar faces, the ones you knew would find you, would take you home.

Stede was the one to carry you back to the Revenge and to the captain’s cabin, the cabin that the four of you had shared for a little while now. Edward, of course, had been eager to be the one to scoop you up and haul you back home but Stede and Izzy had talked him out of it because of his knee. His leg would be bad enough after the raid, he needn’t put more stress on it. Plus, he knew if you had been more present, you would have scolded him for the same thing.

Instead, Edward had agreed to let Stede take you back while he and Izzy made sure that the crew properly torched the ship that had dared to hold you captive, to threaten to take you away from them. Stede had handed them a box of matches, just in case, before whisking you away to safety.

Stede uttered reassurances into your hair as he carried you to the familiar cabin, those quiet reassurances continuing as he placed you down on the settee. He noticed the way you winced.

“They weren’t kind to you, were they, my dear?” his frown deepened as he finally got the chance to take in all the injuries you had received and the build-up of grime.

“Need a few lessons on hospitality from the Gentleman Pirate,” your voice was hoarse, every other word interrupted with a rough cough. You sounded beyond tired, exhausted, but at least you were joking. Surely, that must have been a good sign.

Stede quickly returned to fretting, figuring it must hurt your throat to simply speak. He was just pouring you a drink when Edward barged into the room, lowly informing his co-captain that Izzy was handling the rest of the ship’s fate and would be by shortly.

In an instant, Edward was sitting by your side and had slipped an arm around you. You leant into his embrace without hesitation, melting against his side, thankful to not have to hold yourself up anymore.

A glass of water was pressed into Edward’s hand as Stede knelt down in front of you. As Stede worked on removing your boots, Edward gently lifted the glass to your lips.

“Slow sips, darling,” Stede advised, placing one boot to the side.

You barely nodded, lifting your chin enough to drink from the glass. You leisurely sipped from the water as Edward tilted the cup.

Now, watching you sip from the glass, Edward was beginning to become more aware of your injuries just as Stede had. He couldn’t help but feel that dark cloud settling in his chest once again.

When your boots were set to the side and the glass was empty, Stede sighed and sat back on his heels. “Oh, love,” he reached up and caressed your dirty hair, pushing it out of your face. You instinctively leant into his touch. “Could I prepare you bath?” he asked. He figured you might want to scrub off all that grime, he definitely would, but he would understand if you would rather just rest for now and clean up later.

You nodded, relieved at the thought of being able to wash up. You felt disgusting and grimy. In the brig on the other ship you had been more focused on the aches, you hadn’t even thought about the dirt. But now, sat back in the pristine cabin where you belonged, you couldn’t be more aware of how the filth clung to your skin.

Stede gave you a smile, a little unconvincing but sincere nonetheless, as he stood. He tenderly kissed your forehead before disappearing into the bathroom.

Edward didn’t waste a second with Stede gone, setting to work on fussing over you instantly. “Weren’t going to let those fuckers get away with it,” he promised lowly, though you already knew that. Still, you smiled tiredly at him as he attempted to detangle some of your hair without tugging on the knots.

“Should’ve saw them when they realised Blackbeard was coming for me,” you mused, nuzzling your face into his shoulder, comforted by the familiar scent of lavender, “I think one of them pissed their pants.”

Thankfully, Edward laughed at that. Finding the same relief that Stede had at your ability for light-heartedness.

Still, he asked, “do you need another drink?” Your voice was less hoarse than before but still sounded scratchy.

You nodded, murmuring a quiet ‘please’ before Edward carefully moved you away from him, letting you lean back against the settee cushions again.

The door opened and closed again, Izzy marching in. Edward, pouring a glass of water, looked at him expectantly. “It’s all under control, we’ll be raising anchor soon. Told the crew to do it without us,” he informed his captain.

“Good,” Edward nodded, glad to hear that the other crew were getting what they deserved.

It took a moment before Izzy could bring himself to look at you but once he did, his face fell. “You’re hurt,” he observed bluntly, painfully, as he approached you.

“Yeah…” your whole body ached and stung, you weren’t going to lie to him, you couldn’t hide it. “But I’ll be fine, just happy to be back,” you assured him with a weak smile as he sat beside you, pulling you into his arms.

Edward sat on the other side of you, holding your head steady as he brought the glass to your lips. You could manage on your own but letting them fuss over you wasn’t so bad.

Stede returned from the bathroom just as you finished your second drink, pleased to see that Izzy had retuned. Both Edward and Izzy helped you stand from the settee. Once you were on your feet, Stede wrapped an arm around your waist and led you into the bathroom.

Together, the three of them worked on getting you out of your ruined clothes, which only consisted of your shirt and trousers. Stede and Edward then took each of your hands and helped you step into the tub.

You groaned as you sank down into the warm water, it already doing wonders for your sore muscles even if it was causing your cuts to sting a little. The more prominent scents of lavender invaded your senses, replacing the smell of smoke and damp wood you had become used too on the other ship.

Edward and Stede took their seats on stools on either side of the tub, on either side of you, refusing to let you wash yourself. Not that you really minded. It was nice to be doted on, especially after the last few days you had. You let your eyes flutter shut as they dragged clothes over your body, wiping away the layer of sweat and filth on your skin.

Izzy stood, a little ominously, in the room. Very clearly sulking about something if the looks on his face gave anything away. No, not sulking, beating himself up.

“Should’ve been there, this shouldn’t have happened,” Izzy finally spoke up. As you expected, as was Izzy’s nature, he was blaming himself for this. Your eyed blinked open again, frowning when you saw his guilty expression.

“Israel, dear, this isn’t your fault. Nobody could have known this was going to happen,” Stede looked at him with a frown, wondering how he could blame himself. Of course, all three of them wished they had been there to prevent your kidnapping, wondered what they could have done differently to prevent it, but they simply couldn’t have foreseen it.

“Yeah, Iz, mate, you can’t blame yourself,” Edward agreed, as if he hadn’t blamed himself as well. He had blamed himself as soon as they heard you had been taken and had to be reassured by Stede.

“Izzy…” you sighed. “This is nobody’s fault, definitely not yours. I knew the three of you would come for me. You can’t blame yourself for this, none of you can, I certainly don’t,” you reassured him. Of course, this had only made Izzy feel worse. You were hurt and he was too caught up blaming himself to make himself of use, and now you were comforting him.

Seeming to notice those thoughts running through Izzy’s mind, Stede spoke up. “Israel, come here and give us a hand, won’t you?” he encouraged, giving Izzy that pushed he needed.

Without a word, and definitely no complaint, Izzy crossed the room. He pulled a stool up behind the head of the bathtub and sat down, rolling up his sleeves to his elbows before resting his arms against the lip of the tub.

“Lean back, darling,” Stede ordered softly.

You did as he said, laying back and resting your head against Izzy’s arms. He smiled back when you smiled up at him, tired but reassuring.

Stede and Edward continued to clean you up as they inspected your wounds, searching for causes of concern. Every now and again, Stede would look to Edward for some guidance on whether your wounds would need further tending too, if they should call for Roach. But each time, Edward seemed confident that everything would heal just fine without stitches.

Ignoring the back and forth whispered of the captains about your condition, you focused up on Izzy. “Is the crew alright?” you asked, knowing that he had been the last to speak with the crew.

“Don’t worry about them,” Izzy muttered, wondering how you could worry about the crew after they came to rescue you. Seeing the genuine concern in your eyes, Izzy have in. “The crew is fine, love,” he sighed, gently repositioning your head as he removed one arm from under you, “just worry about feeling better.” He tried his best to make it sound like a request, a suggestion, but it sounded more like a demand. Though, it was softened by the way he ran his fingers through your hair with his now free hand.

Deciding not to argue with him, and seeing that there was no need too if everyone was alright, you just hummed in agreement and let your eyes close again.

“Not gonna let anyone get their hands on you again,” Edward’s voice brought you back to the two captains, and you knew he meant it. The three of them were bound to be overly protective around anyone who wasn’t a member of the crew from now on, at least for a while.

“Yes, of course we won’t, but let’s just focus on fixing you up for now,” Stede suggested softly, not wanting you to already worry about possible future dangers.

Once you were cleaned up to their standards, completely scrubbed clean, the three men helped you out of the tub. Your legs felt even more wobbly now that the muscles had been allowed to relax, maybe this time you needed the assistance more than you did before.

Still, you were able to stand by yourself as Stede wrapped a fluffy towel around you before asking, “Ed, love, be a dear and grab the salve?”

Edward gave a short nod and hurried over to the cabinet to search for the familiar jar while Stede guided you back through into the cabin, Izzy trailing behind as you were sat back down on the couch.

Ed wasn’t far behind, soon catching up with a jar of salve in his hand.

The four of your say in silence, each of your partners tenderly applying the salve to your bruises and cuts. Aiming to get the task done as quickly but as thoroughly as possible. Occasionally Izzy would mutter something to himself as he inspected the various injuries, an all too familiar scowl on his face as he did so.

Despite the aches, the occasional sting from your cuts, and the fretting of your partners, you felt your eyes growing heavy. Finally able to relax, feeling safe between the three men. It was becoming to keep your head up now.

“Oh, my love, you must he exhausted,” Stede frowned, noticing your desire for sleep as they finally finishing applying the salve.

You nodded sleepily before murmuring, “didn’t really feel like sleeping on that ship.” It sounded like you might have been attempting some sort of joke, but it didn’t really land.

“C’mon, mate. I could be talked into a midday nap,” Edward encouraged with a half-smile.

“I’ll get you a change of clothes,” Stede offered, standing before hurrying off into his closet before you could even say anything.

Unsurprisingly, he returned moments later with a nightshirt of his. Having been deemed as incapable of doing anything for yourself this afternoon, Stede helped you into the oversized shirt.

“Now, are you sure there is nothing else you need. More water, food, did we miss any injuries?” Stede fretted, making you smile a little.

“Just really want some sleep,” you assured him.

“Very well,” Stede nodded, his shoulders relaxing a little. “Now, you two make sure they get some well needed rest. I’ll go and tell the crew that they are doing fine and make sure everything is running smoothly,” he ordered, softly of course, before kissing each of you on the forehead and leaving the cabin.

Without hesitation, Edward was on his feet and taking hold of your hand. “You look very nice in Stede’s nightshirt. Very dashing,” he lightly teased as he guided you over to the bed.

“I’ll give it to him, it’s comfortable,” you hummed. He had picked well, and you wondered if he had done it on purpose. The nightshirt hung loose and light on you, not irritating your wounds like another material might.

“It’s a very pretty dress,” Izzy agreed. Clearly, the two of them were trying to keep an air of lightness, hoping to put you at ease, despite their racing minds.

Both men frowned, concerns racing back to the forefront of their minds, when you winced as you climbed into the bed after Edward.

“Shut up and come cuddle with us,” you complained, and Izzy didn’t argue, joining you on the bed after kicking his boots off.

With that safe and secure feeling returning to you, you curled up between the two men. The feeling of their bodies on either side of you having a grounding effect.

“You had us really worried,” Edward confessed in the quiet of the room as he tightened his hold on you. Feeling safe to voice those feelings now that you were back where you belonged, now that he knew you would be okay. “Stede was worried sick, never seen him so antsy. Thought Iz was gonna kill the crew with how hard he was pushing them.”

It might not have been suitable, but it made you smile, the thought of your men setting their sights on bringing you home. You couldn’t imagine how you would have reacted if it were one of them that had been taken.

“Right, ‘cause you were the picture of calm,” Izzy muttered. You couldn’t see his face, since it was nuzzled into the back of your neck, but you were sure he was rolling his eyes.

“Yeah…think I freaked the Swede out,” Edward confessed, making you chuckle a little into his chest.

“They’ll forgive you all,” you promised, voice becoming thick with sleep.

“Don’t care,” Izzy’s voice was quieter now, almost as if he were sharing a secret, “as long as you’re alright.”

Over your frame, unseen by you, Edward gave Izzy a look of understanding and have his hand a firm but tender squeeze.

By the time Stede returned to the cabin, you and Edward were sleeping soundly. Izzy, awake, still lay beside you. Dutiful in following your request that he cuddle with you, absentmindedly playing with your hair.

“They’re sleeping?” Stede asked quietly, though the answer was obvious. The question came more from a lack of knowing what else to say.

“Passed out pretty much as soon as they lay down,” Izzy informed the captain as he approached, pulling himself away from you and sitting up.

“Can’t imagine how exhausted they must be,” Stede sighed, placing a tray down on the bedside table, “I brought some more water and some bread in case they are hungry when they wake up. Once they feel up to it, I’ll have Roach make something for them.”

Izzy wasn’t completely sure why he was being told this, but he nodded anyway. You would need to eat something soon; he doubted the other crew had kept you well fed.

Stede sat on the edge of the bed, overlooking your cuddled up forms, refusing to disturb you. You needed your rest.

"Israel, tell me, are their injuries nothing to worry about? You and Ed are much more experienced in that area than me and Ed had assured me but...well, sometimes I worry he sugar-coats things for me. I know you'll be honest," Stede asked, a longing concern in his eyes as he gazed down on you.

Izzy sighed to himself as he lent back against the headboard. "They'll be fine, Stede. Nothing's broken or anything. The bruises will fade. Some of the wounds might scar but most should heal pretty much completely. Don't worry, yeah?" he assured the man, even trying to muster up a convincing smile. He doubted it was successful.

"Yes, and I am sure you're not fretting and that's not why I bet you're not going to leave their side until they're back in fighting shape," Stede mused, clearly having come to understand Izzy's devotion rather intimately.

“Can you two shut up? We’re trying to sleep here,” Edward grumbled, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck as you buried yourself further into his chest, the two of you fully wrapped around each other.

“Sorry, love,” Stede whispered, reaching over to tuck some unruly hair behind Edward’s ear.

“Just get in bed, Stede,” your plea was muffled by Edward’s chest, but they could make out your words just fine.

“You should really eat-” Stede began to protest now that you were awake.

“Please, love? I just want to get some sleep, with the three of you,” you managed to pull your head up from your cosy embrace, giving Stede the best pleading look you could muster.

Stede didn’t need anymore encouragement, the three of you shuffling up enough for him to climb into the bed as well. The four of you natural fell together, limbs tangled, each man with at least a hand on your just to make sure that you were still there. That you wouldn’t be gone once again when they woke up.

#izzy hands x reader #israel hands x reader #edward teach x reader #stede bonnet x reader #steddyhands x reader #our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd x reader

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ash5monster01 · 11 months

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Lessons of You Part 4

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, mentions of depression, future smut, broken reader, 18+

Summary: Blake Parker was used to running. When life got hard, she’d run. The idea of sticking around to end up broken was scarier then she’d like to admit. So she hid away, cut all ties, and lived contently on her own. She was done running because no one could find her there. That is until a Navy Pilot runs into her life, and she learns allowing yourself to love can be scary, but hiding from it can be even worse.

word count: 2,350

Intro, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Final

Masterlist

Blake hadn’t intended to ignore Bradley. That night that they kissed, they took a break to eat pizza, start the movie, and end up making out on the couch like teenagers all over again. Every part of Blake yelled at her to let him stay the night but she didn’t want to move too fast. Letting people in wasn’t something she could just do, she had to build up to it. So Bradley left with a dopey grin and a few purple marks on his neck, completely forgetting to ask for her number. Blake figured he’d stop by on his morning run yet he never seemed to go by. So she figured he had gotten what he wanted and left. No use texting him now.

This was exactly why she didn’t let people in. True intentions are never easy to see, and most of the time they end up hurting you. So better off to be alone, and grocery shop for one person. It was cheaper that way anyway. Who needs to know someone’s favorite kind of cereal when all you have to do is buy your own? So Blake didn’t even flinch as she grabbed the Fruity Pebbles without glancing at another box in the aisle.

“Blake right?” the brunette girl stopped to see a dark hair girl, she wore sweats and a workout shirt. Her hair pulled tightly back in a bun. Blake quickly searched her mind for how she recognized this girl. Then it hit her.

“Phoenix right?” Blake asked and the girl chuckled softly.

“Yeah that’s my call sign. You can call me Nat” Blake nodded as she reached over to shake her hand. "Sorry for my appearance. We've been training so much most of us havent had a second to leave base"

"I'm assumng that includes Bradley?" as Nat nodded Blaked felt her stomach churn with guilt. She thought he was avoiding her but turns out she was the one avoiding him all along.

"He mentioned he hadn’t heard from you in a while. I'll be happy to report you’re alive" Nat teased, knowing how upset Bradley had been considering he made out with a girl he really liked just to be ghosted and not have enough time to go and see if it was true. The mission was approaching fast and no one had still succesfully completed the course.

"I know, I meant to text but I figured he'd stop by on my morning run and then it just left my mind" Blake semi-lied considering she was unsure how to approach the situation. If she reached out and apologized Bradley would assume she wanted to be more than friends yet at the same time, straddling the guys lap, and tasting every inch of his mouth arleady sent the wrong message.

"You should shoot him a text, I might strangle him the next time he asks me what he did wrong. Men think all women can help them with their problems, and try being the only one on base" Blake laughed as Nat said this, it reminding her how she used to be the one everyone went to for advice. Then she remebered that doesn’t happen anymore and her heart shattered once again.

"I could see how that can be annoying, I'll text him" Blake reached for her phone and moved to the message app to start a new conversation. Nat watched like it was her job to make sure she actually texted her friend.

Blake

I've heard through the grapevine

that someone can't shut up about me

<3 Blake

Bradley

It’s not my fault, normally when

I kiss a girl they can’t leave me alone

“You’ve got yourself one cocky friend” Blake chuckled as she looked at the text from the boy. She had barely looked up from her phone when a response came through.

“All pilots are cocky, if we didn’t have such big heads we wouldn’t be as aerodynamic” Blake laughed at Nat’s response, not minding Bradley’s cockiness one bit.

“Thanks for making me text him, I can be pretty stubborn about these kind of things” Blake said waving her phone as she set it back down in her cart, waiting a moment to text the eager boy back.

“No problem, I get letting people in is hard but if you were going to let anyone, Bradley is a good choice” Blake smiled and nodded before slowly starting back down the aisle.

“Oh wait, Nat?” Blake turned to see the girl stop and face her. “Do you know Bradley’s favorite cereal?”

“He likes Captain Crunch” she told her and Blake thanked her as she grabbed the box off the shelf. Nat watched as the girl walked away, a content smile on her face.

Blake

I’d love to prove you wrong but

I’d rather invite you over tonight?

Bradley

Be there in 20

Blake was halfway done unloading groceries when she heard the truck door slam. She had left the door open for him again so once he approached she could smile at him from inside as she continued to put stuff away. “Hey B”

“Hey other B” Blake grinned back as he let himself inside.

“I thought you were never gonna text me” he told her as he sat himself at the counter, content with watching her put groceries away.

“And I thought you gave up on your morning run” Bradley’s eyes widened as she said this. He never assumed that she would notice. Then it all made sense why she never texted, she thought he had ghosted her first.

“I wish that was the case, they’ve been making us train earlier in the day. No one really has a hang of it yet” Bradley wasn’t allowed to give much detail, but they’d practically doubled their hours trying to make it in time. It didn’t help that is was Maverick they were training with.

“Are you on a tight schedule?” Blake started to feel bad for making him leave base if he needed to be focusing on something more important.

“Kind of, we have a big mission coming up. I don’t even know if I’ll be picked though” Bradley shook his head, knowing him and Hangman were neck and neck when it came down to it.

“Should you have stayed at base, I didn’t mean to drag you away” Bradley immediately shook his head, wanting to reassure the girl.

“No, we have the weekend actually. Our last weekend before the big operation” Bradley didn’t want to explain that they were given the weekend for loved ones, a last opportunity kind of thing. The mission was one you could easily never come back from.

“So what do I have to do, to get you to spend that with me?” Blake asked and Bradley felt the tips of his ears heat up.

“You say the word and I’m here all weekend” he was already bummed about having no one to spend the weekend with. Now he would get to spend it with her.

“Stay all weekend?” she asked and Bradley grinned. Blake wanted a trial run, a two day trial run. Maybe she could allow someone back into her life for once.

“There’s no place I’d rather be” he smirked and Blake laughed as she emptied the last bag, setting the cereal on the counter. Bradley reached out and grabbed the box. “I love Captain Crunch”

“You can have some in the morning” the indication of him staying the night made his face redden some more.

“You sound like my Mom” he told her and she belly laughed as she finished putting away all the groceries. Bradley watched as she walked over to him, and he turned to face her. The minute her hips nudged with each of his knee caps his heart rate doubled in speed.

“I don’t need you spoiling your dinner” she told him and Bradley wrapped his arms around her, pulling her flush against him in a hug.

“If you’re serving up dinner does that mean I get to serve up dessert?” Bradley asked, his face mushing into her neck as he fluttered kisses along the side. Blake hummed contently at the feeling.

“I guess that depends on how well you behave” she told him, hands running through the short strawberry brown locks.

“I don’t plan on behaving at all” he whispered into her neck, causing her to shudder as his hands firmly squeezed her ass.

“I expected as much” she told him as he pulled his face from her neck and looked her in the eyes. “But if you plan to misbehave, wait until I’m done cooking”

“I’m not that patient” he told her and she chuckled and shook her head before pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, his mustache scratching her in the process.

“You’re a Navy Pilot, I think you can handle yourself for thirty minutes” Bradley had no argument against this as she removed herself from his grip and moved to the stove where she started to cook for two. Which when you think about it, isn’t much more than one.

“I’m sorry if you thought I was avoiding you” Bradley said as she continued to work on the dinner.

“I’m sorry for not texting you” she offered back and he smiled softly at her. If this was his last weekend of freedom he was glad he was spending it here. Without the crushing reminder of loneliness and his bitter feelings towards Maverick. It was just him and a beautiful girl, one he’d like to learn more about, and it was the best distraction he could ask for.

“It’s okay, but I was close to coming and knocking down your door considering you had my number and I didn’t have yours” Bradley teased and she shook her head, a dopey grin on her face. She liked having someone around that made her smile so much.

“It’s more fun that way though, knowing you have all the power” she gave him a pointed look, knowing she was mainly in control of this relationship so far, no matter what it was.

“I’m not used to passing over the reigns” he told her and she chuckled, turning to fully face him as she allowed the dish to cook.

“You’ll have to get used to it because I’m a leader, always have been. My cousins used to pick on me for how easily control came to me” Blake stopped suddenly, sucking in a sharp breath at the mention of her cousins. She hadn’t had a thought like that infiltrate her mind and so easily slip out to none other than a stranger. Bradley noticed this, how her lip slightly quivered, and she regained her composure. He thought to himself how in control she was of her emotions. She was right about being a leader.

“Your cousins, are you close?” Blake started shaking her head and turned back to her food. Clearly trying to find a way to escape the conversation.

“We were” she said sharply, fighting to keep her tears away. She never would’ve considered allowing someone in her life would make her so easily crumble to all the ways she worked to keep those kind of thoughts at bay.

“Is that because you left?” Bradley didn’t want to push, but if he had cousins he would do everything in his power to stay with them.

“No, they backed away long before I decided to take my own step back” it sounded like she was trying to convince herself more than she was trying to convince him.

"Not to overstep, but if I had the choice I wouldn't of given up on them. Life takes a lot of turns, and people come and go, but sometimes youre lucky enough to have the ones who stay. If you ask me it sounds like you had the choice to stay and you left them" Blake felt the tears slip and she stepped back from the stove so they wouldn’t land in their dinner. Bradley had done nothing but offer her the truth, and he was also the first person to get through to her in a long time.

"Why is it you always have the perfect thing to say?" she asked as she quickly wiped her eyes and turned to face him again.

"I've been on my own a long time, not by choice. I spend everyday thinking about what my life would be if I still had my parents and Uncle Maverick" he told her and she drew her eyebrows together.

"You lost your Uncle too?" she asked and he shook his head.

"No, we had a falling out a few years back. Somet things you just can't come back from" he told her and she shook her head.

"Sounds like you need to take some of your own advice" she said squeezing his hand and for the frst time he thought about how he never gave Maverick a chance to explain. He never allowed himself to see how hard Maverick was actualy trying to fix things. Not only did Bradley lose his father but Maverick lost him too.

"I guess I do. Maybe the two of us just need to work on our people skills" he offered and she chuckled as she wiped away the remaining tears in her eyes.

"How about we start with each ottoher?" she asked, content on just being here with him because somehow he managed to comfort her despite only knowing him a few days.

"I'd love to work on my people skills with you" he said as he stood and wrapped his arms around her waist. Bradley gave her a quick spin, trying to lighten the sad mood they always managed to find with each other.

"I have a feeling you’re going to pretty good at it" Blake told him and Bradley chuckled and teasingly shook his head at the girl before pulling her to his lips for a real kiss. Never would he have thought book girl would be as amazing as this, if he could keep her forever he would.

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elms-art-gallery · 4 months

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neo-king au quick answers

in the moment: exhilarating, yuji was not processing taste just vibes. fully in the zone.

afterwards: similar to eating the fingers. tastes bad and sticks with him for a couple of days.

MAJOR CITY MASS MURDER AVERTED!!!!! the ten fingers is something i havent quite worked out yet, BUT i do know that sukuna is going to have the opportunity to fuck yuji over significantly and insure his future freedom.

uraume has been taking nothing but L's for the past 873,284 years.

TRICK question he HAS snapped. several times. however it is what it is and he will keep getting up and moving forward regardless.

the mahito v yuji fight is going to be so fucking horrific. dont even worry about it. mahito is not going to exist by the end of it <3333. yuji will reach adulthood but boy is he not going to have a good time getting there.

YEAP!!!!!! GET FUCKED KENJAKU!!!! nob and yuji....nob and yujiiiiii (<- wailing)

#elm rambles #the neo-king au #just wanted to compile all of these so i dont spam as much LMAO

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seldomscilence16 · 9 months

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Voltron in "The Little Mermaid" Part 2!

Alright so I wanted to get 2/3 of it out in July cause ya know Julance, so it may be a little rushed but im having fun so thats nice. And this one comes with burnt out art! (By that I mean I gave up half way cause drawing is hard but its still cute.) Once again, thank you to @paracosm299 for being the backbone to this fanfic. And I hope everyone else likes it too! If I ever find a laptop that doesnt hate me and tumblr I'll link the three together. Until then, hopefully my tags might work for ya'll...

Also, if ya'll havent listened to the music from all three versions (cartoon, live action, broadway) youre missing out and they are referenced in this part. So minor spoilers for the Live Action! ("Shes in love" OBC is a bop I do so recommend it)

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Lance sprawls across one of the many rocks, chest heaving as he tries to slow his heart rate. His eyes roam what he can see of his collection, that familiar ache hitting him hard.

He just didn't understand.

Here, in the waters he's always known, he should feel a sense of home. And yet at every corner, he simply feels trapped, unable to even breathe without the threat of punishment for doing it 'wrong'. Instead of love and encouragement, he is crushed under rules, expectations, and this pressure to do something, but with no idea what that something is. He has a vague recollection of a woman, with deep brown eyes- the only real feature he can recall- saying so earnestly, it was almost prayer-like, that he was their future.

He still couldn't fathom what she meant. Lance, the future? Should he somehow outlive the Emperor, Lance would be taken down immediately, by those vying for the Triton. Sendak may drill his lessons and expectations into him daily, but Lance doubted very much he'd ever actually hold any power. The only future Lance can see, is either forever a decoration to the Emperor, or a trophy given to another. The very thought makes him shudder, but it's a reality he's long since acknowledged.

Lance was no future. Lance was not free to be a future. Lance was simply... a dressed up prisoner.

For every gadget, gizmo, whosit, whatsit, and thingamabob Lance found, for every glimpse of wonder, a longing grew. He wanted more than this, he wanted...

To be where the people are. To see them dance, to walk around on those... those... feet! To run along streets, to stay all day under the sun's warm rays, wandering free... was it so much to wish to be up there with them? He hasn't much to give, but he wonders idly, if he were offered a chance, would he give what was asked in return readily? To live out of these waters, for even just a day to spend warm on the sandy beaches.

Coran has since crawled from his own little crevice, watching him with worried eyes,

"I bet you up there, they understand, that they don't reprimand your every move, that they see you for who you are. Im... I'm sick of swimming with an anchor strapped to my fin. I want to stand, free... is that so much to ask Coran?"

"No child, to be free is not something that you should have to pay for." And the emotion in the man's voice has tears of his own burning in Lance's eyes.

"I want to know everything, ask them my questions and get some real answers. Like, whats a fire and why does it, what's that word?? Burn! When will I be allowed to do something for me?" Lance swims through his treasures, towards the small hole at the top, reaching towards the surface he's forbidden from breaching, "I'd love to explore that world up above... out of the sea, I just... I wish I could be a part of a different world... I know that makes me terrible, but... I'm so tired..."

Lance stares at the barest glimpse of the moon before it's covered, casting a shadow that's dispersed by bursts of colored light.

"What in the Seas?"

"Wait, Lance my boy, it's not safe up there, not tonight!"

But Lance ignores the octopus, for probably the first time, making his way towards the surface before he can stop himself, breaching it fully for the first time. Loud popping sounds assault his ears, and debris splashes around him, before him a little ways, is a large ship with joyous music playing. Lance looks around, maybe for a sign to turn back, but finds none, something almost seems to be... pulling him, calling him, towards the Ship. He navigates past the debris, until he comes to the side of the ship where smaller ones hang. It takes him a moment to pull himself up and into it, arms straining as he tries to remain quiet.

There's a small gap that allows him to see the occupants, and a smile graces his face as he watches them dance. They throw each other around and slam their feet, and play instruments and drink. And just when Lance thinks it can't get any better, they start to sing.

It wasn't as melodic as the songs of his people, or as hypnotic or power filled as the royal siren songs. And yet, Lance couldn't look away. To think that just as his people feared and hated humans, Humans too, feared his people. They were so different, but at the same time, not so different at all.

One of the humans, seemingly younger than the rest, was on the edge of their celebration. The bright- and loud- lights in the air illuminated his face, eyes shining just so, like where water and sky meet. He's pulled aside by a taller man, who has a scar over his nose and a tuft of white hair laying on his forehead. They come close enough for their voices to drift to Lance's position, and he ducks away from the opening until only his eye is seen.

"Keith, you know we have to go back." The taller one says, sounding apologetic.

"Shiro it's my birthday, please let me have this one day not to think about that place." The shorter one- Keith- responds.

"You know Kolivan will be coming over to lecture you soon. The late King-"

"Wanted me to be trapped inside the castle for the rest of my life, isolated on our island home, never to do anything new because he had some crazy notion that that would keep us safe." He sighs, leaning heavily on the railing and staring off into the distance, the furry creature lays at his feet, staring at Lance curiously. He buries a hand in his fur with a smile. "I feel like the ocean is calling to me Shiro, I'm not afraid of it, I want to explore."

Lance feels a sort of resonation, like he's looking in the mirror once again instead of at a human. Someone who sees a future, and is ready to make it himself...

A crack of lightning lights up the sky, violent and sudden as the ocean rises up and crashes against the ship.

"Storms coming in fast! On your toes!"

Lance jumps into the waves before he can hear more, he needed to leave, there was no telling if this was Posiedon or Sendak-

"Keith!"

Lance's eyes flash back to the ship, to Keith holding the fluffy creature and throwing him as the ship is alight and collapsing. Lance curses in his head, diving below again to help, guiding him to the calls of the people in the little ships. When he comes up again, he sees no sign of Keith and a panic he can't describe grips his heart.

He dives again, dodging wreckage as the ship sinks, swimming through the harsh currents in search for a splotch of red. His distress rises with each moment, movements quick and jerky, until finally, finally, he sees it. Unmoving except for his slow descent, arms raised like even in unconsciousness he's reaching for something. As Lance draws closer he sees the cut along his jaw, the ripped clothing, smaller injuries, and he's sure bruising will form.

Hooking his arms under Keith's own Lance drags him to the surface. It's an effort to keep the human's head above the waves as the storm rages on, but Lance wont let him drown, not while he can do something about it. He heads inland, praying to any God that will listen, that the human survives.

Even if it means his own demise when he returns to Atlantica.

...

The sand is dry and coarse, but warm under the morning sun's rays, as he tugs the waterlogged human far enough from the lapping waves. His hand shakes as it hovers over the still form, the cut on his cheek still leaks blood, his pale skin taking on a sickly pallor, before he can really think twice, his voice rises from somewhere deep. A careful melody fills the air around them, a glow encompassing his own form as he finally places his hand to Keiths chest.

It takes longer than he'd like for color to return to his cheeks, one now marred with a scabbing scar. A groan leaves his lips and Lance's relief is palpable, despite the exhaustion that settles into his very bones. He wants nothing more than to lay here, but he knows better. Shouts reach his ears, and with a reluctance he cant place, he returns to the sea, hiding behind a rock a ways off.

He watches as a group of humans surround Keith, who seems at least semi-coherent now, watches as they make off towards their own settlements.

"I don't know what this feeling is. I don't even know how I know, but... something changed. I've found the world I want to be a part of..."

Lance watches until they've vanished from view, a pull stronger than ever before, calling him towards a human with inky hair and deep eyes, to a future he'd never thought of.

If he lived past sunset that is.

...

Allura practically falls on his head, Coran wrapped around his arm only a second behind.

"Lonce! Where have you been!?" Allura is scanning his face, claws hovering, "Coran told me about the… thing… and then there was a storm and you were gone! We've been worried sick!"

"Im sorry, I just-"

"Don't even think about lying to me Lonce!"

Lance swears shes on the verge of tears, and he lets out a reluctant sigh,

"I…" he rubs his free hand over the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact, "Rescued a human…" he mumbles.

"You did WHAT!?"

"No one saw me!" Lance is quick to defend, admittedly a little petulant.

"Shhhh!!! Sendak can not know about this!" Allura looks around in a panic, her voice hushed.

"Know about what?" A new voice asks from behind, nearly scaring Lance right out of his scales.

Flipping around Lance sees someone he hadn't in several years,

"Rachel?? What are you doing here? I thought you all weren't allowed at the gatherings anymore!" They clasp arms, exchanging smiles.

"Well, he wants info on our territory then someone has to come." Her grin turns sly, and Lance thinks there's more to what she says, but then again, it always seems like there's more when it comes to them. "So what's this I hear we aren't telling?"

"Nothing. Seriously guys, I'm already gonna get a lecture from Se- my father, I really don't need this right now."

He sees a bunch of Mers heading towards the reefs, decides that's a good way to delay the inevitable, and follows. Though of course he has company cause they dont give up that easily. And to continue his declining luck, four more mers to add to his growing entourage.

"Wow, look how big you've gotten!!" Lisa exclaims, looking close to pinching his cheeks like a Grandma- though Lance only knew this through observation of their pod.

"Lance has a secret!" Rachel blabs, leaning over his shoulder with far more excitement than necessary.

He groans, pushing her away as he joins the other mers in cleaning up the reef, a twinge of guilt in his gut despite the cause of the storm being from someone else's power.

"Oh, what, does Grumpy blob have a crush or something?" Marco teases, elbowing Luis beside him.

Lance grumbles as he fumbles with the debris hes moving, internally cursing himself at the gasps around him.

"So! You're acting fishy because you're up to your gills in love!" Rachel swoons backwards into Marcos waiting arms.

"Oh Dios Mios." Lance would love for a cavern to open up, right now, beneath him, please.

The only Mers who don't treat him like Sendak's property and he wants to throttle them.

"I see it now!" Luis exclaims, never one to miss out on a tease, the traitor, "he's dizzy, dreamy, head up in the foam! His eyes have got a gleam in them, like there's no one home."

"Someone get this boy a coastal shelf to mope on!" Lisa instigates, laughter in her eyes.

"He's moody as a snapper! As sure as a dogfish bites, someone’s made him lose his head!" Marcos' grin is as lopsided as he is, floating above Lance's head, he shoves him away, wondering if he should just retreat.

"Seriously guys flip off, it's not gonna happen." Lance heaves a larger piece off the side as gently as he can, frowning at the coral beneath, it would take a lot of song and time for these poor things to come back.

"Come on tell us who the deep-sea hunk is!" Rachel leers at him, eyebrows dancing, behind her Lance glimpses Coran and Allura, one has a look of concern, the other… well Lance can't quite identify Alluras look.

"There's no deep sea hunk." Lance turns away, seriously debating finding that shark again.

There's a long pause, but Lances hope of them giving up is crushed when Veronicas panicked voice breaks the silence,

"Oh no. Please, please no. Lance please tell me you didn't go and," She cuts herself off, looking around frantically before coming in closer with a low hiss of, "seduce a human?"

Lance gives an indignant squawk,

"I did not, seduce, anyone!"

"But there is a human??? Lance, what are you thinking? Liking human stuff is one thing, but this- Lance what are you thinking??" With hands on his shoulders to hold him still, Veronica levels him with a desperate look.

"Ronis right Lance, the human world is no place for us." Luis, like everyone else, has taken on a serious face.

And those expectations are back. Those heavy looks, so much weight pressing into his chest, and yet no clue what it is they want from him. What it is they think he needs to do. 'Youre the future, Lance.'

"I don't know what it is you think is up there Lance, but just take a look around you! Life under the sea is better than anything they got up there." Lisa takes on a lighter tone.

Lance knows what's coming, knows because he's been told before, has tried to convince himself, but something always comes to remind him why he wants to escape.

"I mean seriously, what more are you lookin for? Up there they work all day-'' Lance pointedly looks at the debris he's clearing and Marco is quick to continue, "they're slaving away under the sun's hot rays. While we get to float around down here all the time, nice and cool."

Lance wonders what they do in their territory, for all of Lance's collection, it's taken him years of little moments of free time to gather stuff, and honestly half of it was Coran and Romelle gifting him stuff.

"And you know what they do to fish on land, they're either in a bowl or," Rachel runs a finger along her throat with a harsh click sound, "on the plate. Just imagine what they'd do to us!"

"Not to mention, they can't possibly beat our rhythm." Luis sports a confident smile, but Lance remembers the song he'd heard on that ship.

As if on cue however, the reef comes alive with song. Healing waves of energy that quickly distracts the mers before him, and Lance takes his chance and bolts with them none the wiser.

He heads towards his grotto, needing some peace and quiet before his inevitable summons. He liked the McClain pod, they'd been around as long as he can remember, but they always left him feeling like he was missing something. Not that they weren't missing some major parts to his story too, but Lance didn't want them to know either.

He enters his grotto with a tired sigh, running on no sleep and brain still too busy and anxious for it to come anytime soon. He takes in his collection, hoping for some comfort or peace of any kind. Anything to stave off what's to come-

"So you've finally returned."

Lance flips around fast enough to make his head spin, there looming in the shadows of the entrance, Triton now glowing with power,

"My. son."

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Keith stalks through the halls of the palace, determined to find a ship, or a carriage, something so he can search himself. To find the boy who saved him, the one whose song rings in his head, the one who risked their own life to get him home alive.

"You aren't supposed to be out of bed yet."

He turns to see his mother, standing tall and regal, like the Queen she is, in the doorway to the dining hall. She eyes him, the bandage on his head, the scaring mark on his jaw, the unsteady walk of a sailor on land- and a waterlogged man who should probably be resting, maybe.

"I don't need rest, I'm fine." Keith wants to leave it at that, but of course,

"Join me for breakfast." She turns without his answer, not that he could turn her down.

They sit, eating quietly, but Keith is tense. He knows she wants to say more, but she takes her time, figuring out exactly what she wants to get across. After so many years away, only to return after news of her husband's passing, the two knew very little of interacting with each other. It was Kolivan and Shiro that kept them from having a bigger rift than they did.

"I don't want you going out there again. You need to be here, preparing for the throne."

Keith takes a breath, before he'll say something he'll regret,

"The boy who saved my life is out there. I'm going to find him-"

"Keith-"

Keith stands, chair falling behind him,

"I don't want to be king. I never have. I belong on the water-"

She slams her hands on the table, silencing filling the room,

"You are grounded. There will be no sailing, you will stay here and heal."

He stares at her, the woman who never cared to stay, who left his father to raise him. The woman who knew next to nothing of him, who wanted to trap him to this existence of walls and nothingness. He turns and storms out of the room, heading for the cliffs, anything to get away.

All he'd ever wanted, as a boy born on a ship but raised on an isolated island, was the open sea and sky, freedom that seemed so far from his reach. He was only able to grasp some semblance of happiness sailing on excursions to learn and trade, his brother- in all that mattered- right beside him.

And now, his soul tugs again, towards something- not quite new- but foreign in a way he'd never thought of. He's haunted, thinking only of a blurry memory of someone leaning over him, more of a feeling really, and a song he sings. A song that takes him, to places beyond his wildest dreams, to uncharted waters miles beyond the seas he knows.

Keith had been sure he was darkness bound, destined to drown at sea and never return home. Then, miraculously, he’s saved, pulled above the stormy seas and all the way to land, before being left alone, to stand on the shoreline while his mind remains lost at sea. He wishes only for him to be found again, so he can stop wondering about who he is, where he’ll be next, and to hear his song from the source rather than this echoing in his head. Someone somehow stronger than the undertow, yet able to glow silhouetted by the rising sun, to return him to land in only a night's time.

He won’t be able to get over this mystery, something- someone- so intriguing, there was no way he’d give up before it was solved. Somewhere, beyond where man can see, with eyes that outshine the horizon line, where they can face the unknown side by side. Whether on the shoreline where he was left, or where no compass or map can guide him, Keith would find this mystery boy, no one would stop him. It’d be easier, he’s sure, for this boy to find him once again, right where he was left, but good things aren’t always easy are they?

Throw whatever you have at me, wild uncharted waters, he’d face it all.

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bbyquokka · 2 years

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Let me care for you *:･ﾟ☆

🦊: pairing: Yang Jeongin x gn!reader

🦊: genre: fluff

🦊: synopsis: you’re burnt out. Jeongin takes you out on a shopping and cafe date.

🦊: warnings: mental burn out, mentions of being a health care worker, corrupted government, underpaid, overworked.

🦊: words: 1.4k

🦊: a/n: just a little something. i know it’s not as long as my previous fics but i will be writing something better in the near future. i have some ideas for the remaining members that i will be writing about. 😁 as always, reblogs, likes and feedback is always welcome. thank you all for the love and support 🥰 if i missed anything in the warning, lmk. ty and enjoy!

🦊: master list

Burnout. You know what it is and know that it can happen to anyone. You just didn't think it would happen to you, yet here you are, curled up under your duvet feeling energy-less. You have things to do but you feel overwhelmed by how much is needed to be done. Just thinking about it makes your energy levels plummet even further.

You felt it coming on, you knew it was going to happen. You had the tell tale signs but you ignored it simply because you didn't have time to think or care for yourself. You either had no time to socialise or you just didn't have the energy. It was easier for you to isolate yourself when you're in burnout, simply because you didn't want to project your frustration onto other people. Your relationship with friends was suffering but so was your relationship with you boyfriend, Jeongin.

you have been together for a few months. he is the light of your life and you adore him just like he adores you. you've never felt as safe and content as you do with him. you both live separately with it only being a 30 minute drive between you both. He worked in a nursery looking after a group of children for the day until their parents came to pick them up. He loves his job and you can see that because whenever he talks about, you can see the sparkle in his eyes.

your phone was endlessly pinging and vibrating. With a grumble, you reached to your side table and grabbed your phone, grunting as the sharp light came into contact with your eyes.

Messages from friends, notifications from social media apps covered your home screen. Your phone pinged again, a message from Jeongin. Opening up the messaging app, you noticed he had sent you more than one message and they were the typical, generic messages asking how are you and he hopes your work day goes well, that kind of stuff.

Jeongin 🦊: i havent heard from you in a while.. (╯•﹏•╰)

Jeongin 🦊: pls respond, im worried about you

Jeongin 🦊: thats it, im coming over. (>人<)

you sighed before locking your phone and placing it on the bed beside you. you pulled the duvet over your head and closed your eyes. Your ears perked up once you heard your door open and a familiar voice calling out your name ran through the apartment. Footsteps made their way to your bedroom and the door slowly opened.

"(Y/N)? you here?" you grunted, closing your eyes tighter. you didn't want to socialise today, you couldn't be bothered with people and as bad as that sounded considering your boyfriend had just driven 30 minutes to see you, you simply don't have the energy.

Jeongin walked across your room, stepping over dirty clothes that had just been pilling up. He opened the curtains to let some light in. It wasn't until he looked around, he realised what was happening.

You felt the mattress dip from Jeongin sitting on the edge. he placed a hand on your covered figure, patting gently.

"It's bad again, huh?" he asked softly. You swallowed and nodded. "lets go on a date, spend some time together."

You poked your head out from the duvet, looking at your adorable boyfriend. "I'm sorry, but i don't feel like doing anything right now.."

"I know but we can take it slow. besides, its not going to do you any good isolating yourself like this. We can go shopping and stop at a café. I'll even buy you your favourite dessert." Jeongin wiggled his brows and smiled. You chuckled softly.

"Even if i say no, you'll force me anyways."

"Yup. so, is that a yes?"

you sighed softly before getting out off bed and making your way to your drawers. You grabbed clean underwear and an outfit to match what Jeongin was wearing

"Just give me a few minutes to go freshen up then."

you had been out with Jeongin for about an hour. You was currently sitting in a café, eating and sipping your favourite beverage and dessert. Jeongin had dragged you into various stores, buying you things you wanted, things you needed. You felt blessed to have him in your life, to have someone that cared as much as he does. You started to feel a bit better, head was a little clearer. Spending time with the person you love was refreshing and you didn't want the day to end because that meant having to go back home.

"so, what has brought all this on?" Jeongin asked, bringing his cup to his lips before taking a sip. You swallowed the piece of food that was in your mouth before sighing.

"Mainly work."

"Why? things not going so well or?"

"To put it politely, the manager is a piece of shit. We're so understaffed because he keeps getting rid of people. Y'know, he fired someone the other day because they took too long in the bathroom on their shift. Wanna know why?" Jeongin nodded, signalling you to carry on "He said 'your time of the month is not an excuse, you're fired'"

"Wow, he seems like an ass." You scoffed.

"This is my first full day off in a week. because we have no staff, shifts need to be picked up, so not only am i overworked, but I'm also underpaid." You sighed deeply.

"You're underpaid? is your manager not paying you correctly?" Jeongin furred his brows. You shook your head no, before resting your elbow on the table, hand supporting your cheek.

"Its not that. he is paying us correctly, but with the whole healthcare situation going on, with nurses being underpaid and overworked, it kinda falls onto me too. I'm still a career caring for people, but the government is so corrupted that no one really cares. all the nurses got was a clap, which is nice but what's that going to do?"

"its like an appreciation for what they do, y'know." Jeongin shrugged.

"Yeah, i know that and its nice and all, but when you’re working x amount of hours for a job that you're underpaid in, it kinda defeats the purpose. It's not claps that will pay the bills and supply you with food."

you took a bite out off your dessert before sipping on your coffee. "its not just nurses as well. the whole healthcare system is fucked. It takes weeks just to get an appointment at the doctors office these days and because people are getting desperate, they go visit hospital."

"wow, that's, yeah. that's definitely messed up." you hummed in agreement. "But what about you? how are you holding up with it?"

you sighed. "honestly, not good. i barely have time for myself. i wake up, go to work, come home, go to bed and repeat. I mean, you saw the state of my flat. clothes, dishes, floor needs cleaning, surfaces need wiping. I haven't been grocery shopping because i dont have time to so I've been surviving on take outs." you looked down at your lap, ashamed that this is what it has come to

you love your job. you love making people feel better, seeing them smile brightened your day. it reminded you why you do what you do, but times like this, you wish it was different, to be treated differently. to be treated like a human and not some robot who's sole purpose is to just work.

"That's not good (Y/N) I'm sorry i didn't come over sooner.." Jeongin said, holding your hand gently from across the table.

"no no. don't feel bad! its not your fault, hun." you smiled softly, interlocking your fingers with jeongin, taking a second to admire how tiny your hands look against his own.

"Maybe i should come live with you?" You blinked fast, eyes widening a little.

"You sure? i mean, don't feel obligated to just because I'm like this right now. Its simply just a bump in the road. Anyways, we agreed to take this slow."

"i know that but, i care about you. You're the most important person in my life and seeing you in a state, hit hard for me. At least that way, i can keep an eye on things, on you. care for you when things get bad again and keep on top of things. I'll even try and cook for you so you dont have to live on take away any more."

you laughed softly, tears welling in your eyes. your heart felt like it was going to burst out off your chest. you nodded, wiping away your happy tears and wondering what have you done to deserve just a kind and gentle soul like Jeongin.

"i would love that!"

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