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ᡣ𐭩 | Warnings - Smut, theres like a lot of kinky shit

ᡣ𐭩 | Summary - Nate and Y/n get partnered together for a project, they chose to do it at the empty library.

Disclaimer - this one is a bit longer( 3,300 words) with a lot of buildup, good smut tho

Y/n sat in her homeroom, rolling her eyes at the way Nate was laughing so obnoxiously with his friends. He always had to be the center of attention, the one everyone looked up to. She didn't understand why he bothered. She preferred to keep to herself and not draw attention. Her long, wavy auburn hair fell over one shoulder, framing her delicate features. She wore her usual ensemble; a short pink dress, white ankle socks, and a pair of black Mary Jane shoes.

She glanced down at her schedule and sighed when she saw that she had been partnered with Nate for a project. They were supposed to meet at the library after school. Great. Just what she needed. As class came to an end, she quickly gathered her things and made her way to her locker.

Once she had her things, she made her way out of the school and towards the library. It was a quiet, peaceful place, unlike the chaos that was the school. The library was practically empty, save for a few stragglers doing homework or studying. She walked over to a table near the window and sat down, waiting for Nate to arrive.

A few minutes later, the familiar obnoxious laughter echoed through the library. Nate stormed in, his brown hair a mess and his clothes disheveled. He immediately spotted her and rolled his eyes before making his way over to the table. "Great," he muttered as he sat down across from her. "I get stuck with the cutesy little princess. Figures."

Y/n ignored his comment and opened her mouth to speak. "So, Nate," she began, trying to sound as professional as possible, "what did you have in mind for our project?"

Nate leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "Well, I was thinking we could do some research on the history of this place." He smiled at her, revealing a set of straight, white teeth. "That way, we can impress our teacher and get an A." Y/n couldn't help but feel a shiver run down her spine at his smile. It wasn't exactly warm and inviting.

"Sounds like a plan," she replied, trying to ignore the uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. "What do you want to do first?"

"Well," he said, leaning in closer to her, "since we're here at the library, why don't we start by looking up some books?" He gestured towards the bookshelves behind him. "I'm sure we'll find something interesting."

Y/n nodded and stood up, following him over to the bookshelves. She began to search for a book on the history of the library while Nate browsed through the stacks nearby. After a few minutes of searching, she finally found a promising book and brought it over to the table. Nate glanced at it and smiled.

"Good choice," he said, reaching out to take the book from her. "Now, why don't you sit back down and I'll start looking through it?" Y/n felt a strange mixture of relief and annoyance at his tone. She didn't like the way he was ordering her around, but she supposed they were supposed to be working together.

Sighing inwardly, she sat down again and waited for him to begin. Nate opened the book and began to skim through it, muttering to himself as he read. After a few minutes, he looked up at her and smirked. "So, how's your life, princess?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Y/n bit her lip, trying to ignore the barb. "It's fine," she replied, forcing a smile. "And you can call me Y/n."

"Oh, really?" he drawled. "And why would I want to do that?"

She glared at him for a moment before looking away, feeling her cheeks flush with anger and embarrassment. "I don't know," she muttered. "Maybe because it's my name?"

Nate laughed, the sound grating on her nerves. "Oh, please," he scoffed. "You think you're so special just because you're all cute and innocent. Well, let me tell you something, sweetheart." He leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. "No one here cares about how cute you are."

Y/n felt a shiver run down her spine at his words. They stung worse than she expected. She wanted to argue, to defend herself, but she couldn't find the words. Instead, she just sat there, feeling small and helpless.

Nate seemed to notice the effect his words had on her and smirked. "There we go," he said, sitting back in his chair. "That's the expression I was looking for."

"oh shut up" she replies and rolls her eyes, reaching over his lap to grab the book. "let's get back to work, shall we?" she asks, trying to keep her voice steady.

Nate grinned at her, his teeth white against his tanned skin. "Oh, all right," he says, giving her a mocking bow. "Your highness has spoken."

Y/n gritted her teeth, feeling the urge to punch him in the arm grow stronger with each passing second. She ignored it, focusing instead on the book in front of her. They worked in silence for a while, each of them absorbed in their own thoughts and the information they were reading.

after an hour or two, y/n stretches a bit, tying her hair up and removing her sweater to get a bit more comfortable

Nate glanced up from his reading, his gaze lingering on her exposed skin for a moment too long. "Hot enough for you, princess?" he asked, trying to sound casual. Y/n rolled her eyes at the question "Like actually, shut up." she says, glaring at Nate

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh, you're so cute when you're annoyed," he teased. "You're really annoying." she says, getting up with her book to lay stomach down on the carpet behind him. "And you're really full of yourself," she muttered under her breath. Nate ignored her and continued to read, his gaze occasionally flicking over to her as she laid there.

"wait, can't we use this?" she says, signaling for him to come read a page in her book

Nate sighed, setting his own book aside and walking over to her. "Fine," he said, squatting down beside her. "What do you need me to see?" She pointed to a particular section of the page, and he glanced down at it, his expression unreadable. "alright, put that in."

he stands up, glancing at her ass, and then down at the book again. "That's what I thought," he said, nodding. "Good job, princess."

Y/n felt her cheeks heat up again. She turned away, pretending to study another section of the book. "Thanks," she muttered. Nate laughed and walked back over to his chair, sitting down with a satisfied smile on his face.

"You know," he began, "for someone who's supposed to be all innocent and whatever, you can be pretty sarcastic when you want to be."

"And for someone who's supposed to be all tough and whatever, you sure are a big baby," she shot back.

"its funny how you're saying all this while you're dressed like that." he scoffs "you should really shut the fuck up" she says, standing up.

"Or what?" he challenged with a smirk. "You'll what? Cry? I didn't think so."

Y/n's blood boiled. "Picking on girls isn't gonna make your dick any bigger."

Nate smirked "You know what, princess?" he said, leaning forward in his chair, "i don't need to worry about that, im good in size and shape."

She rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. You're such a jerk."

"You know what, maybe I am," he agreed with a shrug. "But at least I'm not some stuck-up little brat who thinks she's better than everyone else just because she's cute."

"i do not think I'm better than everybody else!" she says, moving towards him.

"Then why do you act like you are?" he challenged. "Why do you think you can just say whatever you want and no one will ever stand up to you?"

"fuck off, you're an arrogant little shit who doesn't know one thing about m-"

Before she could finish, he leaned forward, his face inches from hers. "I know exactly what kind of person you are, princess," he growled. "And I'm not afraid to say it."

Y/n's heart was pounding, but she forced herself to hold her ground. "And what exactly do you know about me?" she hissed back.

Nate grinned, his eyes boring into hers. "I know you're just as much of a jerk as I am," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "And I know that deep down, you like it."

The words hit her like a punch to the gut. She couldn't believe he would say something like that. "You're disgusting," she managed to choke out.

"and you like it, prancing around, trying so hard to impress me. honestly i expected better, but once a slut, always a slut,"he retorts

"You're such a fucking pig!" she spat. "I'm not like that!"

"Then why are you acting like it now?" he asked, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms over his chest. "Why do you keep coming back for more?"

She couldn't believe he would say that. "i fucking hate you" she says, walking into the back room of the library to finish some of the project. Nate follows her.

"somebody needs to teach you a lesson" he says, walking up behind her. "You keep pushing me like this, im gonna fuck the attitude out of you."

"W-what?"

Nate grabbed her shoulders, spinning her around to face him. His eyes were wild, his nostrils flaring. "You heard me," he growled. "You keep playing these games, you keep pushing me, and I'm going to make you regret it."

Y/n's heart hammered in her chest as he held her, as his breath fanned across her face. She couldn't believe he was actually serious. "You wouldn't dare," she whispered.

His grip on her shoulders tightened, and his expression darkened even further. "Oh, princess," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "I dare."

"you fucking won't, you're pathetic" she says.

Nate just laughed, a cruel, mocking sound. "We'll see about that," he said, and then he leaned in, kissing her.

A small moan slips through her lips into the kiss. His tongue tracing against hers, and his hands grip her hips, pulling her closer. She can't believe she's letting him do this, but she can't seem to help herself. It's like there's a switch inside of her that's been flipped, and now all she wants is more of him.

He pulls away, breathing heavily, and looks down at her. "See?" he says, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "You're not so innocent after all."

"shut up" she says, her voice barely more than a whisper. "You're just as bad as I am."

"Maybe we're perfect for each other," he muses, kissing her again.

"You're pathetic."

"And you like it." He says between kisses.

"No," she whispers, but her body betrays her. It feels so good, so right, to be wanted like this. To be desired.

Nate pulls away, looking into her eyes. "I think you're starting to believe it," he says, a knowing smile curving his lips. "And I think you're starting to like it."

"I don't…" she starts to protest, but the words trail off as he kisses her again, his hands sliding up her back, cupping her breasts through her shirt.

Her head swims, and she can feel herself giving in to the heat building between them. "Nate…" she breathes out, arching into his touch.

"That's it, baby," he whispers against her lips. "Let go."

And as they kiss, she does. She lets go of everything - her pride, her innocence, her attitude - and gives in to the passion that's been building between them. She's not sure how much longer she can resist him, or if she even wants to.

Their kisses grow deeper, more urgent, as his hands wander lower, pushing up her shirt and cupping her bare skin. She gasps when she feels his fingers brush against her nipple, hardening beneath his touch. He groans into the kiss, and she can feel his erection pressing against her through his pants.

She unbuttons his shirt, revealing the defined muscles of his chest, and he groans again as she explores his skin with her hands. He's bigger than she expected, and she can't help but feel a thrill of anticipation as she thinks about what it would be like to have him inside of her.

Their kisses grow even more intense, their tongues tangling together as they both struggle for air. Nate's hands slide down her back, over her ass, gripping her through her pants. She arches her back, pressing against him, and he growls in response, his hips moving in a rough rhythm against her.

Her head spins with desire, and she can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge. "Nate," she moans, "I want you."

He pulls back, looking into her eyes, and she can see the lust burning bright in his gaze. "You're so fucking beautiful," he whispers before lowering his head, kissing her neck, her collarbone. His hands slide under her shirt, cupping her breasts, and he groans as he feels her nipples harden beneath his touch.

She grips his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin as he continues to kiss and touch her, moving lower still. His hands slide down her stomach, pushing her pants and underwear down her hips, and she gasps when she feels his fingers against her folds.

"Fuck, you're wet," he breathes, his voice husky with desire. "So fucking wet for me."

Her hips arch off the floor as he slips a finger inside of her, finding her entrance slick with arousal. She moans, her head falling back against the wall as he begins to stroke her in a gentle, teasing rhythm.

"Nate…" she whimpers, feeling the pressure building inside of her. "I need…"

He looks up at her, his eyes dark and hungry. "Tell me what you need," he says, his voice rough with desire.

"I need you," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "Please."

He smiles, and then slides his fingers deeper inside of her, finding her clit and circling it gently. She gasps, arching her back, her nails digging into his shoulders. "That's it, baby," he whispers. "Let go."

And with that, she does. Her body explodes in a wave of pleasure, her muscles tensing and relaxing as she cries out his name.

She clings to him, her body still trembling from the intensity of the sensations coursing through her.

"Get on your knees." His voice is rough and urgent.

She does as he says, lowering herself down until she's kneeling before him. He pulls his pants and boxers down, freeing his erection, and she looks up at him, her heart pounding in anticipation.

"Are you ready for this?" he asks, his voice low and gruff. "open your mouth"

She opens her mouth, feeling her lips part as she stares up at him. His eyes darken as he watches her, and then he groans, pushing forward, guiding his cock into her mouth. She gags on the thickness of it, feeling it stretch her lips and touch the back of her throat. He grunts, his hips moving as he begins to thrust into her mouth, fucking her face.

She sucks and licks, trying to take as much of him as she can, her hands gripping his hips for leverage.

"That's it, baby," he growls, his voice strained. "Take it all."

And she does. She takes every inch of him into her mouth, her throat, her body, until she feels him tense and shudder against her lips. His hot seed spills down her throat, and she swallows, feeling it slide down her throat as he continues to thrust into her mouth.

At last, he pulls away, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he stares down at her. "Fuck," he whispers, his eyes dark with desire. "You're unbelievable."

She looks up at him, her chest heaving with exertion, and she feels a thrill of pride run through her.

He pulls her up and spins her so her back is facing him.

"pass me my tie, baby."

She reaches around, feeling for the tie he wears, and then hands it to him. He takes it, his movements are quick and efficient, then he wraps and ties her hands behind her back.

"Are you gonna be able to be a good girl and keep quiet?"

She nods, her heart racing with anticipation. "I'll be quiet."

He smirks, and then reaches around to unbutton her shirt. "That's my good girl."

he turns her so her back is to him and bends her over. "ima fuck this tight pussy."

And with that, he pushes inside of her, filling her up and making her moan. he spanks her and stops moving. "i said no noises baby. Do you understand?" he says, yanking her hair back.

She nods, biting her lip to keep quiet.

"Good girl." He says before beginning to thrust into her again, his hips slamming against her ass. Her back arches as she feels the sensation of being filled and taken. She tries to concentrate on the pleasure, but the sting of the spankings mixes in, making the sensation both exquisite and painful.

"You feel so good," he groans, his breath hot against her neck. "God, you're making me lose it."

She moans, unable to help herself as he pushes her closer and closer to the edge. "Please…" she whispers. "I'm close…"

he slows his thrust down, killing her pleasure. "I said," he spanks her, "No fucking noises." he reaches down and grabs her panties, shoving them in her mouth to keep her quiet.

Then, he starts to move faster, harder, his thrusts deep and powerful. "Fuck, you feel so good," he growls. "Come for me, baby."

And with those words, she does. Her body shudders with the force of her orgasm, her muscles tightening around him as she cries out into her makeshift gag. He follows her over the edge, groaning her name as he comes, filling her up. he unties her hand from behind her back and ties them above her head.

"you want more, baby?"

She nods, her eyes shining with desire.

He grins, then leans in and kisses her neck. "I've got just the thing for you."

He pushes her forward, onto her hands and knees, and then positions himself behind her. His cock slides easily inside her again, and he begins to move, fucking her hard and fast.

"You're mine," he growls. "You always will be."

She moans, arching her back as he takes her roughly, claiming her body and her pleasure. This time, he lets her make as much noise as she wants, and she cries out his name over and over again, lost in the intensity of their lovemaking.

He thrusts into her, his hips slamming against her ass, her body shaking with each impact. The air fills with the sounds of their breathless gasps and the slapping of their bodies together.

He grabs her hair, pulling her back, and then thrusts deeper, harder, his cock hitting her sweet spot again and again. She comes around him, her body convulsing with pleasure, and he follows close behind, groaning her name as he spills himself into her.

He holds her still for a moment, his cock still buried inside her, their bodies joined in a sweaty, satisfied heap on the floor. Then, he pulls out.

"You're amazing," he whispers, kissing her forehead.

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enhadiares · 1 month

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“Believe in fate”

Quote by the great Sunghoon Park

Note: I tried writing a little drabble to see how I write or yk to have an update about my skills . It's not the best . I don't like it honestly but I need it for the feedback and constructive criticism so I can get better. Please bear with me during my getting better phase😞🙏

Warning: Not proofread (I'm sorry I was impatient 😭☝️)

I was walking around in the dim lights of the road . The moon shining and glowing like it found someone to spend it's life with.

Ironic isn't it?

We've always been told that moon shines alone in the dark night sky , but have you thought about the stars it's surrounded with? The numerous stars which shine brighter than the moon alone , yet their size makes the moon outshine them.

Oh how lucky the moon is , to be surrounded with stars which shine bright yet it's the only one which stands out the most .

Sometimes I don't want to fine my moon , but rather my star and be the moon.

I was in deep thought . I had face yet another break-up. When will I find my star? It was agonizing really but it's not in my hands. I'll leave it to fate. I hope I'm destined to be with someone who would love me like the stars love the moon.

Deep in thought I didn't notice another presence, making me bump into them .

I stumbled back , didn't fall tho . It would have been more embarrassing. I looked at the person in action . He was tall , blond hair sticking out - falling on his forehead. His plump lips and his long eyelashes : oh just how jealous all of the girls would be of him . His nose sat upright while his dark shade almond shaped eyes stared back at me in amusement.

“oh I'm sorry , I wasn't looking forward” I stated

He chuckled a bit while looking down then brought his eyes back to mine.

“it's fine don't worry , happens to me all the time”

Then suddenly I felt something on my shoes , I looked down only to see this pure fluff of joy looking at me with so much anticipation, wagging it's tail back and forth aggressively, tongue darted out while painting hard.

“looks like I'm not the only one who likes this pretty stranger” the guy winked

Adorable. Both of them were adorable. So I bent down and started to pet the little ball of sunshine and looks like she really did like me . Although I was unaware of his feelings and thoughts , the moment seemed to take my mind of things and made me calm down a bit. It was comforting really.

I didn't remember about my break up , it's thoughts didn't cross my mind even once during this interaction with this cute duo.

“Im jake and that's Layla , my partner in crime” the stranger , who wasn't a stranger now stated.

“aww she's cute , I'm y/n”

“Pretty girl got a pretty name too. Would you like to join us for a walk?”

I thought about it. Should I? Maybe i should. I mean there's no harm is there? Without any other thought I said yes and we proceeded to walk towards the park .

Little did I know , fate brought me to not one but two stars.

Kkeut.

#enhypen #kpop #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x y/n #enhypen reactions #enhypen yandere #enhypen fluff #enha #enhypen horror #yandere enhypen #enhypen jake #enhypen jaeyun #enhypen jake x reader #enhypen jake x you

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gaianyx · 9 months

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Hii! How do you think Fred would react when he finds out Y/N had left a lipstick stain on his face (she kissed his cheek in the morning) and he had been walking around all day with it without noticing it?

Hope it makes sense, have a lovely day xx

Marked By You

by Jane F. Nyx

A/N: Heyy, thanks for your request!! I loved the idea and did my best to deliver it. I haven't been active those last few months because i was going trough a bad writers block ;-; But now I'm back again with new stories already in the oven ;)

Feedbacks and tips will be wel recieved :)) Proof read.

Pairing: Fred Weasley X Reader

W/C: 1.K

Hope you all enjoy it!!

"Bye, honey," was the last thing that I heard after she kissed me on the cheek and headed to her last lesson of the day.

Her smell... Intoxicating.

I followed her with my eyes until she turned left, out of the Great Hall. Her hair swayed when she walked away. She was stunning. This girl had me on a hook and she definitely knew it.

"You have a little drool over here," George said pointing to the corner of his own mouth, laughing.

"Yeah, yeah," I shoved his shoulder slightly, and George started laughing even harder. "Just saying that this girl has you on the tip of her finger. You, my dearest brother, are in l o v e," he made a heart with his hands. Wanting to drop the subject I tried to stay silent, but still said under my breath "Yeah, maybe I am,".

Me and Y/N had been best friends for a long long time, our parents knowing each other having most to do with it. But our friendship turned out to be much more, I confessed, she confessed and here we were. Almost five months later, now officially together but still keeping it private. And still, none of us had had the guts to say those three magical words, that mean more than what they show.

Maybe soon…

Me and George got up after a little chat with the group, they were laughing a little more than normal giggling like girls, but I guessed it had something to do with George's comment and I let it be.

Heading to our class I had a feeling I was being watched, and while paying more attention I began to hear the whispering. I was almost a hundred procent sure it was because of me.

Not trying to brag, but I was kind of used to it. Before me and Y/N were something I was a girls man, if you know what I mean. After one particular summer and a huge glow-up, they suddenly had eyes for me, and don’t get me wrong but I wasn't going to let that opportunity slip.

Even tho I and Y/N were now official, we were private. Most not knowing we were together, but we never denied it when asked.

This could explain the whispering, but still. Am I so irresistible? Nah, hahaha. I tried to ignore it and continued my journey to Professor McGonagall's class.

But the whispering and stars did not stop even when I entered the classroom, instead, it became clear that it was about me, I just had no clue why. It was only when Professor McGonagall entered the classroom that it stopped. As usual.

She scanned the room, looking for any imperfections or unusualities. Her eyes roomed the class from the very back until they stopped, where I was sitting. She walked to us, me, George and Lee and stopped right in front of our desk, looking directly at me. I am not going to lie, she was a very intimidating person and this time I had no clue as to what I had done wrong. I tried my best to think about what I had done wrong this time, I really did, but still, nothing had crossed my mind.

Then she spoke, “As much as I think that this colour suits you very well Mr Weasley, it is not appropriate to have this marked on your cheek,” she stayed serious, hands crossed behind her back. ‘My cheek?’ I thought, what could possibly be marked on my cheek, “Could you please walk to the toilet and wash your face, after that, you are welcome back in my classroom hopefully without the whispering. You are apparently a popular person Mr Weasley,” she walked back to her place behind her own desk. Eyes following me as I left I did as she told and walked myself to the closest toilet curious as to what she was talking about.

As soon as I walked in I saw it, it was crystal clear, I had been marked by you, your signature lipstick was now the main attraction on my white cheek. I wished I could have framed your kiss, girl, you made me soft and I loved it.

I loved you, shit!

Those three words again, they stayed in my head as I washed my face, as I walked back to class and in class, I was working on automatic, malfunctioning, all because of you.

It was only when the bell rang that I finally awoke from my trance. Transfiguration had been my last period of the day so I headed to our spot, knowing it was also your last period of the day.

Shit! There I was again thinking about the words, the kiss, you… You, you looked stunning, unaware I had already spotted you.

I walked to you and touched your shoulder, a beautiful smile appeared on your face when you realised it was me. God, I was so danm lucky.

Maybe now…

“I love you,” shit, I said it, did you even hear it? Your smile brightened, yep, you definitely heard it. “What took you so long?” and you kissed me, you kissed me at our spot, the place we had finally confessed our feelings, the place I had finally said it, I said I loved you.

This was everything I had wished for, you were everything I had wished for.

Our lips let go of each other, now able to breathe again after this amazing kiss we had shared, our foreheads now touching as we tried to even our breath, “You know? I didn’t hear you say it…” I looked into her eyes through my lashes, she toke some distance and rested her hands on my neck, “Frederick Gideon Weasley, I love you!”.

“Finally!” exclaimed a happy Lee who turned to George that was next to him (not as happy), “George, you owe me ten galleons!”

-“Seriously Fred, why couldn’t you have waited one day?!” George crossed his arms and headed to his dorm as Y/N and I laughed.

Requests: Open

A/N: Thank you very much for reading this post, it means a lot!

If you enjoyed this post pls don’t forget to like and reblog <3333

See you on the next post,

xoxo Jane

#harry potter #weasley twins #fred weasley x reader #marauders era #remus lupin #sirius black #fred weasley #george weasley #hogwarts #hufflepuff #griffindor #fred weasley x gnreader #slytherin #ravenclaw #fred weasley fluff

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teenwolfmarvel-obsessor · 7 months

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And They Were Twins

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Anonymous Request: Hi! Could you do an angsty, kinda Twin! Reader x brother best friend! Stiles? Where Scott’s not been a great brother and is never there for her, and Stiles notices and confronts him. (I swear I don’t want Scott to be evil; I just had a lightbulb moment today).

Summary: Being twins has its ups and downs. For you, it mainly consists of multiple 'downs'. You and Scott, your twin, were always close growing up, but since starting high school, he changed. He began not supporting you, not attending your track meets, and just overall not being there for you. Your best friend, Stiles, takes notice of it and doesn't hesitate to confront Scott, his other best friend.

Notes:

Y/N/N: Your Nick Name

You're a part of Beacon Hills' track team ;)

Warnings: slight language

Stiles Stilinski x-reader

(Third Person View)

Y/N stood in front of the mirror, putting her hair away from her face. She had exactly one hour until she had to leave for her track meet. Y/N overslept a bit but managed to wake up before her mom got mad at her. Y/N adjusted the strap of her tank top. Her mom lightly knocked on her door.

"Yeah?" Y/N grabbed the maroon headband from her vanity. Melissa, Y/N and Scott's mother, opened the door. "Hey, ready for the meet?" she asked. Y/N nodded and pulled out a few strands of hair, so it framed her face. Melissa leaned against the frame of the door with her arms crossed.

She smiled at her daughter, admiring as Y/N quickly applied some makeup, not that she needed it. Y/N looked up at her mother and noticed her expression. "What?" she said. Melissa sighed and stood up straight. "Scott isn't able to make it to your meet," she said. Y/N's shoulders dropped at the news.

That would've been the fourth meet that Scott has missed. It seemed as of lately that he was never at her events. Like, when she had a choir concert her freshmen year, Scott never showed up. Or, when she won an award at a school program, Scott wasn't there.

Now, it was their senior year, and Scott continued. Stiles was really the only one who noticed, but Y/N insisted that it was fine, stating that she was used to it at this point. It didn't matter that she and Scott were the same age, Y/N looked up to Scott in a way.

But now, she was beginning to question if she should be looking up to him. "Oh," was all Y/N had to say. "I'm sorry," her mother said. Y/N smiled softly and went back to getting herself ready. Melissa kissed her daughter on the forehead.

Y/N's phone vibrated from beside her. Stiles' silly face popped up on the screen, telling Y/N that he messaged her:

Billinski: Hey! Good luck today. Me and my dad are on our way.

Y/N: Great!

Billinski: Is Scott coming?

Y/N: No

Bilinski: Y/N/N, that's like the fifth time.

Y/N: Fourth time

Bilinski: Doesn't matter

Bilinski: We'll see you there tho!

She smiled at his messages and put her phone down, getting up from her vanity. Y/N grabbed her bag, dropping an extra pair of clothes and some other things she thought she might need. Her mother was waiting in the living room, playing some random game on her phone.

"Ready," Y/N said, slipping on her sneakers. Melissa grabbed her purse, and the two of them set off to the rival school. Y/N sat in the passenger seat, wishing that Scott was sitting in the back, but part of her knew that would never happen.

It didn't take long till they pulled into the parking lot. Y/N got out first, telling her mom that she'd see her later. Y/N joined her friends on the side where their coach waited patiently. Sally and Becca, Y/N's teammates, high-fived Y/N as they walked over.

Their coach gave them his normal pep talk, reminding them who was doing each event. Y/N was happy that she was doing hurdles and distance medley, two things she was good at. A few minutes passed and it was time for the meet to start.

Y/N stood in her spot. Her friends stood on either side of her. She spotted her mom, Stiles, Mr. Stilinski, and Lydia in the stands. Stiles gave Y/N a thumbs up while Lydia screamed Y/N's name. Y/N smiled and turned her head to the man on the side.

He raised his hand, and the race started, beginning with the distance medley. Y/N started off slow before gaining enough speed to run past her opponents. She breathed in and out, controlling her breathing when she began to feel her legs ache. The end of the medley came, landing her in tenth place.

She rested her hands on her hips, catching her breath. Her family and friends cheered her on from the stands. Sally, Becca, and Y/N exchanged a fist bump before turning their attention to the other events. Next came the hurdles, Y/N's second and last event of the meet.

Y/N took a quick sip of her water before joining the other girls. She let out a heavy sigh, positioning herself like she always did. Then the whistle blew, and everyone was off. She jumped over each hurdle, careful not to brush the top. Y/N thought she was careful enough, but her foot collided with the top of the hurdle.

She stumbled forward, her arms meeting the track before the hurdle fell on her leg. The cheering of the crowd paused, along with everyone who was running the event. Y/N winced, trying to get the hurdle off her leg. Her coach and the nurse ran over to where Y/N sat.

The nurse set a hand on Y/N's shoulder, looking at her ankle. "Okay, honey, let's get you up," the nurse said. Y/N winced when she was lifted from the ground with the help of the nurse and her coach. Melissa didn't hesitate to run down the bleachers with the others following.

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(Later At The Hospital. Third Person View)

Y/N laid on the hospital bed, her leg elevated. She hadn't realized how hard she hit her foot and leg on the hurdle, mainly focusing on how it felt to have everyone's eyes on her once she fell. Stiles and Lydia hadn't left Y/N's side since they arrived at the hospital.

Her mother was out speaking with the doctor. Thankfully, it didn't appear that Y/N had been severely injured, but it still landed her with a low chance of participating in another track meet or practice.

"How're you feeling?" Lydia asked.

Y/N sighed and shrugged her shoulders. Stiles walked into the room with some snacks in hand. "Okay, the cafeteria didn't have many options, but I got the ones that I think you'd like," he said.

Stiles dropped the snacks at the table and passed a bag to Y/N. She chuckled, opening the bag of chips. "Any news?" he asked. "Not yet. Mrs. McCall is out speaking with the doctor," Lydia answered. Stiles nodded and sat on the bed, making sure he didn't sit on Y/N's foot.

They sat in silence for a bit, listening to the TV in the background. Lydia had put on a terrible Soap Drama but insisted that it was worth the watch. "Have you heard from Scott?" Lydia asked. Y/N sighed again, shaking her head in response. Lydia nodded and didn't say anything, knowing that it wouldn't do well.

Of course, Scott hadn't responded to Y/N's calls or messages. Melissa was pissed, to say the least, even leaving her son different messages and phone calls. Y/N couldn't help but notice Stiles' demeanor change when she answered with just a nod.

He let out a long sigh and threw the half-eaten chip bag into the trash. Stiles grabbed his sweatshirt from the chair, taking out his keys and phone. "Stiles, where are you going?" Lydia asked him. "I'll be back," he said.

"Stiles," Y/N spoke. He looked over his shoulder at Y/N, his face softening at the sight of her expression. He walked over and lightly kissed her forehead. "I'll be right back. I just gotta deal with something real quick," he said. And then he left, confusing both Y/N and Lydia. Lydia shrugged her shoulders and leaned back in the chair.

Meanwhile, Stiles had surprisingly found Y/N's brother. He didn't know what he was going to say to Scott, but he knew what he was feeling, which was frustration. Stiles got out of his Jeep and walked over to the Lacrosse field.

There Scott stood, practicing with Isaac on the other side of the field. "Scott!" Stiles shouted. They stopped what they were doing to turn their attention to Stiles. Scott's brows furrowed with arms swaying from side to side, a hand still holding his Lacrosse Stick.

"I need to talk to you," Stiles said.

Scott looked at Isaac and then back to Stiles, whose brows were raised. "Can't it wait?" Scott remarked. "No," Stiles shook his head. Isaac left the two of them, making his way over to the locker room. It was silent for a second before Stiles broke that pause.

"What the hell is your problem?"

Scott turned to Stiles, his brows now furrowed. He dropped the Lacrosse stick to cross his arms. "You have no idea what you're doing, do you?" Stiles continued. Scott never responded. His arms crossed and brows furrowed said it all.

"Why aren't you ever there for Y/N?" Stiles said, "She does everything for you, yet you do nothing. Like, you missed her track meet for the fourth time. And, now, she's in the hospital. And, you would be there if you had known that."

Scott's face changed suddenly. Since starting high school, as usual with most teenagers, Scott's life changed but more unique than others. With everything that happened to him, Scott never realized how much of an impact it had on the people around him. And now, his twin sister was in the hospital.

Instead of him being in his own world, he'd actually be there for Y/N. Stiles watched as Scott thought to himself. "You're not even gonna say anything? I guess everything that I've said hasn't even made its way into your thick skull," Stiles remarked. Stiles left Scott on the field alone. He got back into his Jeep and headed to the hospital.

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(Later)

"Good news, Ms. McCall," Doctor Williams said, standing beside the bed. Melissa held her daughter's hand as they listened to the doctor's update. "There doesn't appear to be anything severe. I would keep an eye out on it, it'll swell, but that should go down in a couple weeks," he said, "In the meantime, try to keep less pressure on it."

Dr. Williams explained a bit, stating that there would be a few bruises. Y/N smiled and sighed in relief. It would be a bit before she can join her track friends. Melissa left the room to sign out and get any medication that Y/N might need.

Scott walked down the hallway in his own thoughts. He felt guilty for not knowing about his sister's position. Scott lightly knocked on the door after finding out what room Y/N was in. She turned away from the conversation with Lydia and Stiles.

Her twin brother cleared his throat, hands stuffed in the pockets of his jacket. Stiles looked at Scott, a small smile appearing on his face when he knew that he had gotten through to Scott. He patted Scott on the shoulder as he left the room with Lydia behind him.

"Hey," Scott spoke softly. His sister sat up so Scott had more room to sit. He cleared his throat and broke the awkward pause. "I'm sorry, I don't know if it's too late," Scott said, "But I'm sorry for not being there."

He played with the frayed edge of his jacket. "I've been a complete asshole, and I know that," Scott said, "I guess... ever since I was bitten, everything around me changed. And that doesn't excuse what I've done to you and our friends, especially you."

Y/N softly smiled at her brother's apology. "And I promise that I'm going to be better, Y/N/N. I'm sorry, I really am," Scott finished. She set a hand on his shoulder.

Her action let Scott know that she accepted his apology. He was surprised that she even accepted it, but he was glad. She leaned over and hugged him. Scott sighed, hugging his sister tightly. "I love you, Y/N/N," Scott said. "Love you too," Y/N smiled.

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make out session with albert.

request: hello there! could i maybe request albert moriarty with a male reader getting caught in a make out session by his brothers or moran? it’s alright if it gn reader too tho- if you don’t write x male reader

# tags: scenario; secret current relationship; hot romance; fluff; a bit of comedy; wet kisses; suggestive

includes: male reader ft. albert james moriarty & sebastian moran in the background {kny}

author’s note: sorry, anonnie, that you waited so long :( and ofc, i also write for male readers!

It was a very quiet night; though the sky was dark and full of stars, it was one of the warmer nights of that terrible March. You and Albert were at your favorite cafe that day, like every Friday. Your weekly meetings have become something of a tradition since you started dating. Although at the beginning your relationship was purely friendly and without major obligations, you have been in a full-fledged partnership for three months, not only in a relationship existing out of human curiosity.

Until now, you’ve spent Fridays and Saturdays at your apartment if the opportunity arose, but tonight, due to bad weather, Albert took you to his house, which was much nearer than your small place in the middle of the city.

“Would you like something to eat or drink?” The man asked as soon as you crossed the threshold of the great house (or rather villa) of the Moriarty brothers.

“Well...” You looked at him with a slight smirk as you took off your shoes. “Since you’re asking...” You added cheerfully, hanging your brown coat on the hanger.

“Then I’ll suggest a ham and vegetable sandwich or a cheese and tomato omelette.” He also responded by taking off his outer clothes and shoes, and then together with you he went to the saloon, and next to another, slightly smaller room. “I can also make fried fish or eggs benedict.”

“Omelette sounds very delicious.” You admitted smiling slightly and your partner nodded.

“So go to my bedroom and get some clean clothes, then come back to me. We will eat supper together and drink some hot tea with honey.” He instructed you and you nodded this time. However, before you went to the dark-haired man’s bedroom, you approached him for a short while, snuggling into his rain-scented body and clothes. A few seconds later you looked into each other’s shiny eyes and connected your lips in a light but long kiss.

The tenderness you showed each other very quickly turned into a lustful act; Albert’s hands were on your hips and you wrapped your arms around his warm neck, pulling him even closer to you. You just wanted to get into his skin and feel its pleasant softness and taste.

The kitchen got warmer, and a drop of saliva ran down your chin. For almost half a minute, you didn’t break even an inch from each other, all the time touching each other’s bodies and faces, as well as hands and hair.

Only after a while (which for you was a pleasant eternity) did you both hear a light cough combined with laughter and you immediately turned to the source of the noise. Your cheeks blushed almost immediately, and your eyes turned to the painting hanging on the wall, showing a woman in a green meadow.

“...It’s okay, I only came for water and an apple.” Sebastian laughed once again as he walked towards the small refrigerator. Albert forgot that both his younger brothers and also Sebastian with Fred were at home for the weekend. “Albert, I didn’t expect this from you, but don’t worry. I’ve had plenty of experience with men too, though not as hot as yours. Remember about the long foreplay so that it doesn’t hurt. Have a nice night, guys.”

After a short monologue of the black-haired man, you both awkwardly scratched your head or chin.

“I’ll just go to the bedroom...”

“... Maybe... Let’s skip our supper. I’ll make us breakfast tomorrow morning...” Your lover whispered and you nodded.

“Good idea.”

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Crimson Shadows

NSFW 18+ only - Minors/Ageless blogs DNI

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Pairing: Foolish , Punz , afab!reader

Au: Imposter

Warnings: humiliation, overstim, dacryphilia, knife play, sir/master, afab, facesitting,

Phrase Purple: “Quiet, baby, don't want the others to hear do you?"

An: this ended up being so much longer than I meant- also I do believe you didn't mention the body type, I tried to go back and see but I didn't see anything so I apologize if you weren't wanting for a fem body. I kept the pronouns neutral tho. Also because it's so long not every kink was in super depth and was mostly just mentioned.

The silence in the halls wasn't scary. Neither was the darkness that crept from every corner. It wasn't the fact that any minute some life-threatening situation could decimate your crew. No, what was more terrifying was the fact that some of those people who were your friends weren't exactly people themselves. Imposters. Hiding amongst you to make your life more difficult. Luckily, you had two pretty best friends who had guard dog privileges to protect you.

Punz and Foolish hovered over you as you did tasks, putting their bodies between you and harm's way. They had an alibi for anytime someone had mysteriously gone missing even though others found your trio suspicious. You trusted them with your life, but that wouldn't make them any less scary when they appeared from out of nowhere.

"Oh," you gasped, stepping back. Foolish had appeared in front of you, where he had come from you weren't entirely sure. You had been too lost in thoughts, the sheepish smile showing he hadn't meant to startle you.

2 short tasks, 1 long task. That's what you had been repeating to yourself.

Finally off of the snowy surface of polis you were back on the ship headed back to HQ. 3 simple tasks are all you were in charge of, but honestly running from side to side of the ship was getting exhausting so watching cameras seemed like a better idea. Besides if those imposters had followed you back it would be great to catch one on camera.

"I hate you," you grumbled, pushing lightly past him.

He chuckled for a few moments before realizing you left him in the dust. "Hey wait up," Foolish was calling for you.

Only for a moment, you looked back watching the taller raven-haired wave goodbye to Punz and trot after you. "Where are you headed?"

"Cctv," you hummed, popping your head into the medical bay.

Dream and Sapnap were hanging out by the vials. Hopefully, they won't break something this time. Fingers crossed.

"No tasks left huh?" He asked. Foolish waved towards Sam who ran by.

"I have a few," you corrected. "But I'd rather just take a break for right now, too many navigational errors and reactor numbers makes my head hurt," You replied remembering them hovering over and laughing at your misery when you would misclick. You sat in the chair in front of the cameras still aware of the raven towering over you.

He just hummed and looked up at the cameras. "What about you? What about your tasks?" You asked, eyes flickering over to the camera in the reactor room.

"I'm already done," Foolish behind you had somewhat of a proud smirk on his lips. If you asked yourself, a bit too proud just for doing simple electrical tasks. There hasn't been a time he wasn't by your side so you weren't sure when he would have done anything unless he miraculously had to do the same things as you.

"Yeah okay, sure Foosh, and I'm an imposter," You rolled your eyes and moved back to face the screen.

He giggled. Behind you he shuffled a bit, his body coming into view on your side. "Are you?"

"What no, are you?"

Foolish made a soft noise. "I'm glad you aren't," he finally grinned.

"Well If you were the imposter I wouldn't tell," you joked laughing softly.

There was a soft creak of metal but you brushed it off as the ship. With all of the faulty wiring, you wouldn't be surprised if this thing was barely holding itself together. Foolish glanced over to gaze at your reaction, while he attempted to hold back nefarious giggles himself. You hadn't seen it, however, Punz had just climbed out of the vent behind you both. How ironic that you were searching for the imposters that happened to be standing behind you. It was amusing really.

"Really? Not even Sapnap" Foolish grinned.

"Of course," you shifted to look at a different side of the cameras.

Now seeing Punz in the back corner you flipped around. "Hey," he greeted simply.

"Did you-" you trailed off looking towards the grated metal behind him. He followed your gaze, shrugging as he did. Now acutely aware of the danger you were possibly in, you began to shift in your seat. It was true no harm had come to you from them but given the circumstances of what you think you just witnessed maybe it was better to take no chances.

"Hey look at the time," you nervously chuckled. Getting up from the desk chair you made your way to the door. Foolish slid into your seat with a sharp grin. "Gotta be doing some tasks. Just like a good crewmate, right guys?"

Your back collided with a solid object making a shiver run down your spine. The CCTV door had shut behind you. Foolish left the chair, Punz snatching it within seconds. This seemed to be an unspoken game of musical chairs. "Punz? Foolish? The um- the door?" By the time you had muttered the last word, your voice was nothing but a whisper.

"Well me and Foolish were just about to have a little fun," the raven made a noise in agreement. "Don't you wanna join us? If not, it's totally fine. That doors gonna open in about 45 seconds," Punz handed something to Foolish who pushed a small object into your hand and stepped back. It was an electronic device, one you assumed controlled the doors. And only 2 people aboard the ship owned that kind of technology. Imposters. A glint of silver caught your eye, a knife was being passed from Punz to Foolish.

As promised the door opened after the given time. A cooler breeze hit your back as the metal slid open. They were giving you an out. You didn't have to stay and have fun. You could go do tasks and forget this happened. But. The whole reason you came in here was to take a break. That and even if you did leave there was no denying what you saw, and you were sure neither would want you to say anything to the others. On the second hand- you glanced Foolish and Punz from head to toe. A little fun never hurt anyone and as you said before, you trust them with your life.

Shakily you pressed a button on the tablet. Nothing happened causing a few chuckles from the men. You watched Foolish pass back the sharp object to Punz before stepping over to you. "Let me help you there," He whispered lowly. A single finger tapped a button on the screen with a language you didn't understand. There was a soft beep and the doors in this area had slid shut with a lock.

"Cmere," Punz cooed.

You obeyed letting him tug you into his lap. You trembled lightly, making both of them laugh.

Lips brushed against the back of your neck. "You're so jumpy angel," you leaned back slightly, letting Foolish's hands roam as he pleased. They traveled over every inch of skin, his touch electrifying you. A disappointed noise left your lips as he continued to avoid everywhere that ached for his touch. He knew what you needed and was purposely denying you.

While Foolish had been busy with that Punz was fighting for your attention. His teeth nipped your collarbone, enjoying the startled whine you let out. It was almost overwhelming with the two different touches, you weren't sure who you wanted to lean into more.

Finally, Foolish's hands landed on your hips dragging them forward to grind against Punz. The blonde choked on a moan at the sudden stimulation. "Gee we haven't even started Punz," Foolish teased from behind you. "You're already a mess,"

An annoyed huff left him but nothing more. Punz's hands grabbed at your hips landing on Foolish's hands.

"We can't let you have all the fun," Foolish reprimanded.

He shooed away the blonde's hands and dragged you off of Punz's lap. He already looked wrecked. His darkened blue eyes watched with hunger as Foolish slowly teased the band of your pants. It was almost as if Foolish was waiting for Punz to beg rather than you. No one had to say much until he was already slowly dragging off your clothes. Punz slowly stood from his seat moving towards you. You expected to feel the warmth of his hands grasp you in some way, but they didn't.

Instead, you watched Punz lay down on the ground giving you a slight idea as to what was next.

"Wait but-"

"Don't worry so much angel," There was a look in Punz's eyes that made you shiver. "You're riding my tongue not my dick,"

Foolish bit down on your collarbone just as he muttered these words. You choked on a whimper already feeling royally fucked just being between these two.

Now bare you shakily stood above Punz, "Are you sure?" You whispered.

He didn't answer, instead yanking on your leg to pull you down. Foolish's hands landed on your shoulders lightly pushing down with whispers of assurance. Once you were settled over his face Punz wasted no time in getting started. His tongue lapped away roughly catching your clit with each movement. Hands smoothed over the back of your thighs, over your ass, and up your back before moving down the way they came and settled on your ass. Punz moaned beneath you as he finally got the taste of you he so desired.

Your hand threaded through his blonde locks at the shock of feeling his moans. He seemed to be enjoying this as much as you were. Foolish had decided he was just going to watch for now, but that wasn't good enough for you.

Catching his pants you tried to tug him back in front of you. "Please?"

"Fuck," Foolish breathed harshly. "If that's what you want angel," with shaky hands he tugged down his pants and such with one movement. Your tongue darted out to flick over the tip. Watching his face closely for his reaction, you began taking him deeper. He couldn't break eye contact with you. It was hypnotic in a way, watching his dick go further into your throat while your doe eyes fluttered at him.

Punz pushed against your ass making you rock against his face. Not wanting the attention off him for even a moment. Foolish's hand rested on the back of your head when the movement began.

With every moan you let out that reverberated through him he let out a groan in return. You could barely focus on pleasuring the male in front of you with Punz underneath you. The pleasure had been building rapidly, the blonde beneath desperate to make you scream. His tongue teased your clit, moving down to fuck you open with his tongue. The hand that was dug into his hair attempted to tug him closer, not that you could with how impossibly close he already was. Punz's arms were locked around your legs now, digging into your thighs. He had forced you closer to his face, not caring if he would suffocate. He'd die happy right now if he did.

"Punz," you gasped pulling off of Foolish. "Punz wait," you trembled. You attempted to get off of him but he wouldn't let you. In fact, this just spurred him on. He didn't care if you wanted you to cum on Foolish's dick, you were going to cum on his tongue first.

He could feel you clench around his tongue slightly. One of his fingers slipped between and pressed against your clit just right. "Punz- I-," he stopped thrusting just to pull out and suckle on your clit. You were gone. Your nails dug into his hair and Foolish's thigh quivering as you let go on his tongue. Punz eagerly lapped up the mess you created and continued long after you began whining. Punz rocked you against his face, not letting go until Foolish nudged his side.

Foolish moved to sit in the chair watching as you lifted off of Punz. Legs trembling you made your way over to Foolish.

"You gonna come ride me, baby?" He giggled as you attempted not to fall.

You nodded clambering into his lap. Hands helped you hover above his dick, tip bumping against you, before sinking you down. He was huge, splitting you open so much you thought you might break. Foolish just let you sit there for a moment feeling as your walls fluttered around him. Already they were attempting to milk him for his worth. The combination of Foolish sitting deep within you and Punz's wrecked expression had you dizzy.

Punz laid on the floor for a few moments catching the bit of air he was deprived of from being between your legs. His hair was messed up, cheeks tinted a dark red, not to mention your slick that covered his lips and chin. Punz sat up making eye contact with you. You followed as his finger dragged across the slick you left and watched as he brought it to his tongue to lick it off.

You couldn't help but let out a whine at the vulgar display, squeezing around Foolish tighter. The raven moaned against your neck. Him having buried his face to keep himself from thrusting animalistic. It was his hot pants by your ear that was sending wave after wave of heat down your body. There was almost a bit of a power surge you were receiving from this sort of effect over the both of them.

At least until you were reminded of how little power you really had.

Your legs trembled as you attempted to ride Foolish making him laugh. Punz had done his damage and was still proud of it. "Still Jello? Here let me help," Foolish pinned your arms to your side leaving you unable to move. Not that you needed to. He was plenty strong enough, forcing your body to bounce on his dick. Each deep thrust had you drooling.

"Look at them," Punz grabbed your face harshly making you watch the cameras at your fellow crewmates searching rooms. "They're looking for you, imagine they come in here and see the reason why you didn't answer their meeting is cause you're too busy getting dicked down,"

He leaned down pressing his lips against yours. His kiss swallowed the moans that Foolish pulled out of you. When he pulled away he muttered. "I think I have a better job for your mouth," he locked eyes with Foolish having a silent conversation.

It seemed Punz got his way as suddenly Foolish was lifting you and moving to the ground. The raven was on his knees behind you, one hand on your lower back pushing down gently. You couldn't see him but you just knew he was watching the way his cock stretched you out and slowly dragged along your walls. Punz settled in front of you on his knees. Punz shuffled around in his pocket before removing his pants partially.

"Here," he said, tossing something back to Foolish.

Cold metal on your back made you jolt. "Careful angel, don't wanna hurt you," you shivered as it traced your back lightly. The knife from earlier now exploring your body.

"Don't forget about me angel," Punz cooed, drawing your attention back to him.

It seemed to be a game to them. Who could have your attention the longest? "That's it," he groaned as your hand wrapped around his cock. "Be good now," Too eager to tease you immediately wrapped your lips around him. Punz groaned, fingers digging into your hair. "Mouth like that's gonna take me to heaven," he mumbled.

Your movements were slow in contrast to Foolishs accelerating hips. Punz hissed every time your tongue dragged along his cock teasingly. Part of him wanted to tightly grasp your hair and take more, but most of him were more than content with becoming putty on your tongue.

The room was filled with breathy moans and hot pants, it was the only thing you could hear other than the slick sounds of them pushing into you. You barely even noticed the footsteps by the door. They noticed, however.

“Quiet, baby, don't want the others to hear do you?"

You're not even sure who said it at this point. Your moans muffled by Punz's cock down your throat. You were more concerned with pleasing him than you were about your fellow crewmates hearing your ultimate demise.

As soon as they had passed Punz scooted back stroking his cock just out of your reach.

"Sir please," You whined.

Punz laughed at your pitiful beg. You had fallen apart in their grasp. They held every ounce of your attention and you wouldn't have it any other way.

"Crying just cause my dick isn't between your lips sweetheart? How pathetic, cmon louder for me," He demanded tapping the tip against your cheek. "You can cry louder. I know you can,"

You didn't get a chance to respond however as now someone else was jealous of your attention being elsewhere.

Foolish pouted. "Now you're picking favorites?"

The knife moved once again gently over your skin making you tremble. "I'd like a name too," he whined softly. The title you whined made the weapon clatter to the floor.

"Master,"

Foolish had dropped it in surprise, now completely focused on pounding into you until you remembered only two words. Sir and Master. The only two you needed to know.

Punz was back in your mouth, their thrusts immediately lining up. You grasped his thighs hoping to steady yourself as they fucked into you. Hot pleasure burned at your core but you didn't want to cum just yet. You internally pleaded with yourself to not cum. You never wanted this to end. Foolish whined feeling you clench around him repeatedly. His hands squeezed your hips comfortingly, watching your thighs quiver gently. You needed to cum but were holding it back. What a good toy for them.

‘He leaned over your back and whispered huskily. "Cum," and you did just that, cumming around his cock. You unraveling beneath their eyes reminded them of how close they were. "Oh fuck," Punz gasped, his dick twitching against your tongue. That was all the warning you got before he came down your throat. He took a step back, slipping out of your mouth. A few stray spurts of cum splashed against your cheek.

The raven behind you was especially close, it was clear in the intensity of his noises. His vocality was already stirring you up for a round two.

Foolish gave a few more thrusts paired with low grunts before his hips stuttered. Cock buried deep he filled you as much as he could, panting as softly as he did. To your disappointment, he pulled out, hands sliding down your hips.

Without Punz standing directly in front of you, you whined letting your chest touch the ground.

Poor crewmate. You've forgotten. Imposters are superior in every way. That includes stamina.

Foolish's hands never left your body, now sliding down your ass. They weren't done with you yet. His fingers dragged over your sensitive clit and then opened you more to his view.

"I think you can take a few more baby, don't you?" Punz chuckled, moving around to the back of you.

"Of course they can," Foolish agreed watching some of his cum slip out. "They're making a mess," his whispers sent a shiver down your spine.

"Maybe they'll clean that up later,"

A pair of different hands grabbed your hips pulling them back to bump against the tip of a cock. "I'm thinking maybe three? Three more sound good, Foolish?" Punz hummed thoughtfully. A low moan escaped him as he pushed in. The fact that Foolish had just fucked you thoroughly and you were still squeezing Punz this hard was godly.

"Mhm, I just wanna see some pretty tears roll down their cheeks,"

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Knots and Nightmares

I've always imagined Elves having great pride in their hair, no matter it's style or length. So in this blurb, Halsin helps Tavya with her hair after she wakes abruptly from a nightmare after the party.

TW: None, all fluff.

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It was nearing dawn when Halsin heard a commotion from Tavya’s tent. She was thrashing about on her bed roll, and sat up with a startled cry. Halsin rushed over and knelt down outside of the doorway.

“Tav? Are you alright?” he asked quietly.

Tav’s heavy breathing began to slow as she caught her breath. He heard her stand up and got to his feet as she came out of the tent.

Her hair was down and in ratted tangles. She rubbed her eyes and let out a heavy sigh. She hadn't even realized Halsin was outside of her tent until she bumped right into him.

“Gods! You startled me!” She jumped back, her hand on her chest. Halsin reached out and grabbed her shoulders to steady her.

“Forgive me, I heard you struggling and I came over to check on you,” he let go and stood up straight. “Are you alright?”

Tav took in a deep breath and steadied herself. “I'm alright. It was just a nightmare,” she explained. “I just need to cool off a little.” She forced a small smile. “Thank you, tho, for checking on me. What are you still doing here? Shouldn't you be back at the grove?”

“Karlach was falling asleep sitting up, so I relieved her,” Halsin took a look at Tav’s hair. “You need help with this?” he asked, taking one of the tangles in his fingers.

Tavya looked up at him, surprised he would make an offer like that. “Oh, uh, sure. I'll-umm-I’ll grab a comb,” she stammered.

She disappeared into the tent and came back out a moment later with a wooden comb. Halsin led her over to the log near the fire and sat her down in front of him.

Tav pulled her legs up in front of her chest and rested her chin on her knees. She waited for an inevitable yank on her hair, but was pleasantly surprised by how gentle the big elf was with her long tresses.

“You are surprisingly good at this,” she said.

Halsin hummed. “I grew up with several sisters. We took care of each other’s hair often,” his fingers paused as the memory washed over him. If Tav had been facing him, she would have seen the sadness in his eyes.

Tav could hear it in his voice tho. She decided not to pry further. “They trained you well. I haven't felt any pulling yet,” Tav sat up straight and crossed her legs in front of her.

The two sat in silence as Halsin combed. He hadn't realized how long her hair was before she had loosed it during the party. It was well cared for, in spite of the tangles, and smelled faintly of rosemary and mint.

Once all the knots had been eased out, Halsin braided Tavya’s hair, tying it with a spare tie of his own that he had in his pocket. He held the comb over her shoulder.

“There, finished.”

“Thank you,” Tav took the comb back and held it in her hands, looking down at it. Now in the light of the fire, Halsin noted that the comb was carved with vines along the spine, and he could also see a couple of druidic symbols.

“You are welcome,” Halsin shifted to sit down on the ground beside her, stretching his legs towards the fire.

Dawn was beginning to creep over the horizon. Tav pulled her braided hair in front of her and leaned back against the log.

“You should head back,” she said. “You’ll be missed at the grove.”

Halsin sighed as he crossed his arms over his chest. “True, but I am no longer the archdruid of the grove,” he said, looking at the sunrise.

Tav turned to him abruptly. “What?”

“I have stepped down from my position. I sent word to the Emerald Conclave, they’ll be sending the replacement I chose soon.”

Tav looked up at him bewildered. “Why would you do that?”

“I intend to go with you to Moonrise. I have a reason to go there myself, and you will need help navigating the Shadowlands,” Halsin explained. “I’ll explain more when everyone is awake, but there may be an alternate route through the Underdark. There’s a rumored path from the old Selunite temple that is supposed to lead there.”

Tav nodded her head slowly as she took in this new information. “Right. . . The Underdark. . . Great,” she rubbed her temples as a headache began to throb there. She caught a glimpse of glowing bluish light, and the pain eased some.

“Better?” She heard Halsin ask.

“Yes, thank you,”

There was silence again as the two watched the sunrise.

“You have my word, Tavya. I will help you and your friends find a cure for your parasite.” Halsin said after a few moments. “I will be joining your camp, if you’ll have me.”

Tav nodded her head. “That's a big promise to make, but not an unwelcome one,” she said. “You're aid and counsel will be most welcome.”

Halsin smiled and looked at the horizon as the sun finally broke over the trees. Tavya marked how his hazel eyes sparked with gold in the light. “Very well then. I will tell you what I know when the others rise,” he said, moving to stand. “I’ll return in a little while. I enjoy walking in the early morning.”

“Alright, I'll see you later then, I suppose,” Tavya looked up at him, “and thanks again, for helping me with my hair.”

“Anytime,”

The druid strode away into the trees. A flash of golden light followed, and Tavya knew he had wildshaped into his bear form.

Having the druid with them would indeed be most welcome.

#baldurs gate tav #fanfic #my tav #baldur’s gate fanfiction #bg3 halsin #i might be obsessed #halsin x tav

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murderoushagthesequel · 1 year

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ok ok first of all congrats again for the 100 that's so cool :P

lately i've been a sucker for partyvan (peter/barty/evan) content (i admit it) and there's so little!! I love their dynamic even tho it's mostly considered a crack ship

and all three of them, i picture them well managing a casino, for some reason... idk it fits.

i hope you're going to get lots of asks so you get tons of ideas!

thank you so much! and do not worry, i am a huge supporter of genuinely shipping crackships in this house. partyvan ftw. i got a BIT carried away but... oh well. and thanks! i have like 15 asks waiting for me so i'd say yes, haha.

Jealousy, Jealousy

oops i named it after an olivia rodrigo song... anyway, enjoy some jealous peter and barty <3

Barty growls next to Peter. Generally, he would laugh at this because honestly, what the fuck? But this time, it's justified. Still, Peter has to at least try to be the voice of reason, he supposes.

"Barty, sweetheart, cool it with the animal noises," Peter says, placing a hand on his boyfriend's shoulder. Barty keeps up his scrunched up, angry face, and turns to look at Peter, raising an eyebrow in challenge. They have a silent conversation with their eyes that goes something like: really? you want to do this now? followed by i have to at least pretend to be the reasonable one, babe and good luck with that one, babe. Peter eventually gives up, and joins Barty in their attempt to stare holes in the back of this girl's head. The girl with long, curly black hair and piercing grey eyes. With deep brown skin that glows in the light of the casino. Wearing a skin-tight white dress and gold heels, and a downright slutty red lipstick. The girl who is currently flirting up a storm with Evan Rosier.

The worst part is, Evan looks invested in the conversation. He looks far too relaxed, smiling, and leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Peter and Barty must look insane leering at him behind the slot machines. What a horrid display from the owners of such an establishment! Peter doesn't really care, to be honest. Somebody is trying to take what's theirs, and that's just unacceptable. With a look at Barty, they share a nod and compose themselves, walking over to Evan and this mysterious woman. Barty opens his mouth to speak but before he can, Evan cuts him off.

"Barty! Peter! Lovely to see you my dears, have you met my cousin, Bellatrix? She's thinking of investing in our casino, isn't that nice?" He asks, clearly knowing the reason they came over. Barty snaps his mouth shut and promptly turns red, it's rather endearing, really. The woman, who is apparently Evan's cousin, smiles and holds out a hand to Peter who shakes it, his other hand still on Barty's shoulder, trying to squeeze him awake.

"Yes, yes, sorry, lovely to meet you Ms-?" Barty wakes up, shaking her hand firmly.

"Black," Bellatrix replies, smiling. There's a bit of a wild glint in her eye, which might scare most prospective business partners, but for Peter, Barty, and Evan? It's perfect. This is going to be a great arrangement, Peter's sure. "Well thank you so much for meeting with me, Vanny!" Bellatrix says, leaning in to messily kiss his cheek and walk away, waving behind her.

"Vanny?" Barty asks, wiping the lipstick off Evan's cheek and laughing.

"Oh shut up, I saw how jealous you both were just now," Evan replies with a smirk, brushing Barty's hand off. He raises an eyebrow, looking between his boyfriends. They try to come up with some semblance of excuse, failing miserably but Evan cuts them off. "Mm, no, jealousy is sexy." Barty turns red, yet again. "But you know what's sexier?" he asks, leaning closer. "We made $500,000 tonight, my loves," a shiver goes down Peter's spine. And well, it's almost 3am, when the casino closes for the night, so…

also special thanks to @canyouhearmyfear for helping with the nicknames

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luvfy0dor · 7 months

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Hello! I was wondering if you could maybe write bsd x gn or m reader who’s proficient enough in Japanese to.. well, manage, but still isn’t great at it? Not sure who you write for but maybe Atsushi or Dazai or Ranpo?

(Totally didn’t just request this because I’m learning Japanese and some of this grammar and kanji are killing me lmaooo)

Thanks :DDD

"A Little Help!! ♡⁠˖" Atsushi Nakajima x M!Reader

Warnings; I have very minimal knowledge on Japanese, so please do bare with me lol, probably bad translations, but other than that pure fluff!!

Description; Atsushi and Ranpo helping their partner with their Japanese skills

A/N; IM SO SORRY I ONLY DID ONE CHARACTER BC I HAVE VERY LIMITED KNOWLEDGE ON THE LANGUAGE AND DIDNT WANNA REPEAT SCENARIOS SO I USED GOOGLE TRANSLATE BUT I PUT WHAT ITS SUPPOSED TO SAY AT THE BOTTOM BUT PLS DO TELL IF YOU WANT ME TO RE-WRITE IT THO I ABSOLUTELY WILL ♡ GOOD LUCK IN YOUR LEARNING 💓

Atsushi is gonna teach you everything you need to know if you're struggling with the language. He'll teach you how to memorize and recognize the kanji since he is well acquainted with the symbols.

Scenario !! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

Recently, you've really been taking the initiative to better your Japanese skills, but identifying all the different kanji was quite the hurdle to jump without landing flat on your face. When speaking the language, you had no problem with basic stuff, but when it came to actually reading the language, it got a little more difficult. Luckily for you, you happened to have a boyfriend who was fluent in the language.

Occasionally you would hang around the Ada, using it as an opportunity to utilize the words and phrases you knew. Ofcourse there was some anxiety regarding conversation going further than you pleased and crossing into topics you couldn't fluently speak on. You figured it could be a good learning experience though, so you powered through the long days at the agency, acting as a secretary.

Your ears perked up at the quiet sound of the door opening, a woman walking in, your boyfriend Atsushi following behind her. You give them both a small smile, not quite sure if she was going to speak with you or not yet. Then, she opened her mouth.

"Kon'nichiwa, Kunikida-san to hanashite mo īdesu ka?" ¹ She asks, her head tilted ever so slightly. Her short brown hair sways to one side while she speaks. You think for a moment before replying

"Mōshiwakearimasenga, kare wa ima koko ni imasen." ² You tell her, remembering that Kunikida and Ranpo had gone somewhere on investigation earlier that morning and have yet to return. You give her that one look of faux sympathy or apology as you talk. Atsushi listens to you speak, smiling and giving you a thumbs up from behind the woman, essentially cheering you on. He walks around the woman and stands at your side.

"Ā, daijōbudesu. Ashita no yoyaku o shite mo īdesu ka?" ³ You swallowed a small lump on your throat before looking over at Atsushi for help. "She wants to make an appointment for tomorrow to speak with Kunikida. Do you know how to reply?" He asks, a reassuring smile on his face. "Kare wa mada gengo o benkyō-chūdesuga, wa i, dekimasu." ⁴ You hear him say to the woman, to which she replies with an understanding nod. You wrack your brain quickly for a response, and you find one.

"Nanji?" You reply, praying that you remembered the correct phrase for your question, but when you aren't met with a small giggle or sigh of annoyance, you feel a lot better. She tells you the time and asks to have it written down on a small piece of paper because of her poor memory. You grabbed a sticky note from the desk with a pen, scribbling down the time and handing it to her. Atsushi watches you write, his gaze soft as he takes a seat next to you. The woman thanks you and leaves, the door clicking again just as it had done when she entered.

"See, you did pretty good." He says with a smile, resting his head in his hand. You sigh, doubtful of your accuracy in the conversation. "Yeah, I probably did, but I couldn't have the conversation fully on my own. You had to translate one of her sentences." You say, putting your head down and resting it on your folded forearms. He rubs your back gently, patting it after a couple seconds.

"Hey, that's not a bad thing. Me telling you what that means is only gonna help you recognize it later." He says, trying his best to reassure you. "If you really want to be able to strive without..in the moment help, you can always ask me to teach you stuff." He smiles warmly. You give him a smile and sit upwards again, his hand sliding down to the small of your back now.

"That would actually be really nice." You stare into his pretty eyes, taking in his facial features, seemingly studying them harder than you studied Japanese. He blushed under your stare and averted his eyes to look at his lap instead. "What specifically do you have a hard time with?" He says, his voice relatively quiet as you both sat in the otherwise silent room. "Kanji." You reply instantly, knowing that if a part of a language could oppose you, it would be kanji.

Your boyfriend nods in understanding, having figured that kanji would be your toughest subject, given how similar a lot of them look. "Okay. You can come back to my apartment tonight if you want and I can teach you. We can scrape together some money and buy take out, too." He says with a smile. You nod in agreement before you both go about the rest of your day, eagerly looking forward to that evening.

When you both arrive back to his apartment, Atsushi grabs some paper and pens, handing you one of them. He guides you to sit at the kitchen table. He writes down some kanji symbols in his neatest handwriting.

"Alright, here, tell me the difference between these two." On the paper, the symbols "緑" and "縁" are written. "Well..the bottom right corners are different from the other." You say. He nods in confirmation. "Yeah! See? You have to really observe each symbol." He says with a smile. This goes on for a while, Atsushi teaching you how to differentiate the symbols as well as telling you their meanings before you've both tired yourselves out enough to nearly fall asleep as soon as your body hit the couch. Atsushi hugged your torso as he layed on your chest, his head in the crook of your neck.

"But yeah, that's basically as simple as it is." He says with a yawn, seemingly dismissing the topic of your second language for the moment. You brush some of his hair out of his face while he cuddles into your chest some more. "Yeah, I mean, it really doesn't seem that hard, but it's easier to say something like that then to act like it." You murmur back, pressing a gentle kiss to his head. "But I've got such a great boyfriend to help me, huh?" You say happily, to which he nods. "And I've got such a great boyfriend to teach."

A/N #2; here's the guide as promised 😞💔 this sat in my drafts for like the past two weeks but im so glad i finally fulfilled it. Sometimes

1~ Hello, may I speak with Kunikida?

2~ I'm sorry, he's not here right now.

3~ Oh, its alright. Can I make an appointment for tomorrow?

4~ hes still learning the language, but yes, you can

5~ What time?

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xxlady-lunaxx · 8 months

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''Hey, you're okay..'' Pt. 2 | {SaneGiyuu}

Theme: Fluff+angst+more fluff

Note: <33 yes tyty :3 I'll do the all that 'cept the smut bc I'm shit at that (like maybe in the future i'll try on a diff acc but not now no no no.. 😶 I'll stick to reading it for now (haven't in a long time tho 💀))

He realized how close he was to Giyuu. Both the Hashira turned red at the realization but neither moved. Sanemi's hand was on Giyuu's cheek, having been inspecting the burnt lip, and the hand slowly brushed Giyuu's mouth lightly, carefully. Their gazes met and their eyes fluttered shut as Giyuu leaned down ever so slightly, closing the space between them.

Sanemi wrapped his arms around Giyuu, the tea cups forgotten on the floor. Their lips interlocked and they moved in sync, their bodies, their mouths, their breath. Sanemi's hands laced through Giyuu's thick hair, pulling him towards himself like a magnet. They only parted when Giyuu felt the need to draw up for air and the two Hashira gazed at each other in a sort of daze. Then, quickly realizing what happened, both scrambled back, flushed.

"E-Eh, sorry," Sanemi muttered quickly, getting up. "I'll.. go wet a cloth for you lip."

Giyuu nodded a little too quickly and once Sanemi had left, he buried his face in the bed sheets, embarrassed. Had he just kissed Sanemi..?

And then Sanemi was back with a towel. He crouched next to Giyuu and held it to him, not exactly meeting his eyes. The two sat silently, Giyuu tending to his lip and Sanemi drinking his tea to avoid having to say something. Finally, though, Giyuu said, "W..why did you kiss me?"—except that onnly made everything 100 times more awkward and he quickly relapsed into silence.

Sanemi eventually responded though, feeling he shouldn't just leave Giyuu hanging. "Because... uh.. Well, why did you not push me away?"

Giyuu turned bright red and said nothing for a moment, leaving Sanemi to think he shouldn't have said that. But then Giyuu whispered, "I don't know.. I wanted to keep.. uh.. nevermind."

(I keep typing their names wrong help.. I wrote Giuu and Sanmi- 🥲)

He didn't have to continue, because Sanemi knew what he was going to say. He wanted to keep going. And so, Sanemi propped himself up, setting his cup a safe distance away, and scooted closer to Giyuu. He set his hands on Giyuu's shoulders and pulled him in for another kiss, pausing for a fraction of a second incase Giyuu decided against it. When he didn't, he pressed his lips against Giyuu's and kissed him.

Sanemi pulled away, this time, and looked Giyuu in the eye. "Tomioka. Tell me, how do you feel about me?" he asked, going straight to the point.

"Eh?!" Giyuu said, aghast, not having expected that. "I.. Uhm.. Yes?"

Sanemi rolled his eyes. "Fine, I'll go first. Tomioka, I like you. Surprisingly, though. Not sure why. But yeah."

"Oh..!" Giyuu's eyes widened and he froze. "You do?"

"Was that not already obvious? We just kissed! Twice! And both times I initiated it!" Sanemi said incredulously.

"Right," Giyuu mumbled. He took a deep breath. "Well, ah, I think I like you as well."

"You think? Give me a forward answer, not a 'I don't know' one," Sanemi huffed, crossing his arms.

"Sorry, I'm just surprised. Well, then, I do like you too," Giyuu corrected, flushing.

"Better. And great. Would you consider being my boyfriend?" Sanemi asked, raising an eyebrow.

Giyuu, still processing what was happening, nodded absently, his mind going blank. Then he blinked and realized what just happened. He turned red and turned away from Sanemi, his face in his hands, his mind only just comprehending all of this.

Sanemi laughed at his reaction and ruffled his hair then got up. "I'm going to put our tea back in the kitchen before we knock it down, I'll be back."

"Okay." Giyuu curled into a ball and screamed silently in whatever he was feeling right now—overwhelmed from shock, flustered, happy, and so much he didn't know how to translate. Then he felt arms drape around his body and he moved his head slightly to look up. Sanemi smiled down at him and said, "You're so naive when it comes to shit like this, no?"

Giyuu nodded despite himself. He really had no idea what he was supposed to do. Then a thought occured to him. "Are we.. are we even allowed to date? As Hashira and everything..?"

"Of course we are, Uzui literally had three wives!" Sanemi said, exhasperated. He untangled himself from Giyuu to sit next to him.

"But.. his wives aren't Hashira! And they're often with him so he can protect him," Giyuu said, hesitently.

"We're both Hashira, we can protect ourselves. I don't know where all this worry is coming from, but drop it because nobody cares." Sanemi hugged him in an uncharacteristically comforting way and kissed his cheek. "Stop worrying, Tomioka."

(Watch me struggle to write uncharacteristically-)

Giyuu nodded, less reluctant now. He paused, thinking about something. Then he said, his voice quiet, "Could you call me by my first name?"

Sanemi raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Sure, why not?"

Giyuu smiled slightly, much to Sanemi's surprise, and said, "Could I call you Sanemi?"

His name on Giyuu's mouth was so sweetly said and tender that Sanemi blushed lightly and nodded, turning to face the other way. Giyuu's smile still played on his lips as he nuzzled Sanemi softly. "Thank you."

"For?"

"For helping me earlier with the mission and for everything since then," Giyuu said, relaxing against Sanemi's touch.

"Mm, sure, of course. Hey, To- Uh, Giyuu, do you want out relationship to be known by other people or kept quiet?" Sanemi asked, looking over back at Giyuu.

"What do you want?"

"Whatever you want."

"I- Fine. Well, for now, I want it quiet, I guess. Like, just between us. It makes it more special, in a way. Like a secret only we know," Giyuu said, nodding to himself.

Sanemi smiled at this and cuddled closer to Giyuu. "Of course."

"Thank you."

"Stop saying that it's making me seem ungrateful," Sanemi grumbled.

"Huh? Why?"

"Because only you're say that!" he pointed out, huffing.

A laugh, soft and only for a second but still so wonderful, slipped out of Giyuu's mouth. Sanemi's eyes widened and he turned to look at him. "You know.. your laugh is so pretty," he said, almost in wonder.

"Oh, shut up," Giyuu sighed.

"I'm being honest!"

"Sure."

"Really!"

"Mm.."

"But.. can I ask why I've never seen you laugh or smile before.. before today?" Sanemi asked, suddenly curious.

Giyuu tensed and didn't meet his gaze as he said, "What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean," Sanemi said, his voice low. "I'm sorry, is this a touchy subject?"

"No, I.. Well you already know more about me than most people.. There's no harm in telling you, I suppose. Just promise me you won't chastise me or something, okay?" Giyuu said quietly, still not looking at Sanemi.

"Yes, but why would I?" he agreed, more curious than ever.

"Because.. because Tsutako, my sister, and Sabito, my friend, they.. ah.. they both died when I was young and they had both been the people who I cared for the most. I stopped smiling because they were the people who had made me smile, but they were gone now, and.. and I couldn't bear to be happy with both of them dead," Giyuu whispered, his voice so quiet Sanemi had to strain to hear despite their closeness. "That's... that's why I distanced myself from people because I didn't want anyone to get me to be happy when I felt I could never be with both of them gone."

"Oh.. I.. When did that change?" Sanemi said, unsure what to say.

"It didn't."

"You talk about it in past tense, though," he pointed out.

"Well.. it's still in the present."

"Why.. why did you smile and laugh just a minute ago then?"

"I don't know..!" Giyuu said, a hysterical laugh bubbling up in his throat. "I don't know, okay? You just.. just made me happy. I don't know! I don't know, I don't know, I don't know." He started rocking back and forth in a panic, his mind and heart racing. He shut his eyes tightly and his head buried into his knees. He formed himself a protective ball and tears poured down his cheeks as he tried desperately to calm down. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he whispered, choking on his words. "I'm sorry."

Sanemi, frozen in shock and confusion, did nothing at first. He used to have random bursts of panic like this—a panic attack, he had been told it was—and he couldn't remember how he'd calmed down. It was.. how had he done it? He breathed deeply, trying to calm himself down. Panicking would make it worse for Giyuu. Nevertheless, his voice was breathless and he struggled to think of what to say. He put a shaky hand on Giyuu's back trying to get him to stop rocking back in forth, the movement making Sanemi sick to the stomach. "G..Giyuu, it's.. it's okay, don't cry. Uh. Uhm." Sanemi's mind drew blank and he didn't know what to do. He watched in desperation as Giyuu continued to cry.

Then he remembered something. Something vague. Breathing. Control your breathing. Or was that for his training? Could it work here? He'd been taught to control his fear, but that wouldn't help now, so.. So Giyuu should calm down by breathing.

A distant memory of his mother rocking him back and forth, telling him to breath deeply surfaced in Sanemi's mind. He paused, then nodded to himself. He breathed in and out, calming himself so he could properly help Giyuu. Yes, mother, he thought. I'll do what you did. I'll help Giyuu.

He put his hand on the small of Giyuu's back moving it in circles as his mother had done with him. Sanemi felt Giyuu tense and he decided that he should speak to make sure he knew that it was okay, that he was safe.

He said, "It's alright. It's just me, uh, Sanemi. I.. Breathe deeply, okay? Like, uhm, in and out, and.. you know?" Sanemi realized he was absolute shit at this.

He let out a shaky breath then embraced Giyuu, stopping the rocking momentarily. "Giyuu, it's alright. You can smile and laugh as much as you want and nobody will blame you if you can't. Your sister and friend would love to see you smile as much as I do so don't allow yourself to close off because they would've liked you to be happy and live the life they couldn't, I'm sure. Just.. just breathe in and out. Can you count?" Sanemi said, starting to get the hang of it. His voice came out calmer and steadier than before and he continued. "Put your hand on my chest." He guided Giyuu's hand to his heart and said, "Do you feel my heart? And when my chest lifts and falls?"

He didn't wait for Giyuu to nod and simply went on. "Each time it rises, breath in, each time it goes down, breathe out. Can you do that for me?"

Giyuu, feeling slightly calmer at Sanemi's soothing talk, nodded absently. Sanemi breathed in, and Giyuu felt this and mimicked the movement. The two breathed out together, and after a minute of this, their breaths fell in sync and Giyuu stopped shaking. He would hiccup occasionally, his head still turned away from Sanemi. The room was quiet, filled with only their breathing.

In and out. In and out. In and out.

Sanemi's arms stayed around Giyuu, holding him in a warm embrace.

In and out. In and out.

Giyuu's body relaxed and his tears stopped falling.

In and out. In and out.

Sanemi sighed softly and he shifted. Giyuu's hand fell from Sanemi's chest and onto his lap.

In and out.

"Thank you," Giyuu whispered. "And sorry."

Sanemi looked up, smiling weakly at Giyuu. "You have nothing to apologize for."

"I don't care," he said, the ghost of a smile lingering on his lips. "Sorry anyways," he repeated. Giyuu leaned onto Sanemi who held him tighter in his arms.

"I'm not going to accept the apology, then," Sanemi said, his head resting on Giyuu's shoulder.

Giyuu sighed. "Fine."

Sanemi smiled. "Love you, Giyuu."

Surprised, Giyuu looked up, nearly crashing into Sanemi's head. "Huh-? Oh, sorry-"

Sanemi almost laughed and just scooted away a little so Giyuu could turn without injuring Sanemi. "I said I love you, you idiot."

"Why would you love an idiot?-" Giyuu asked, cocking his head to the side.

"I don't know, I just do," Sanemi said, shrugging.

"Fair enough." Giyuu sat up slightly and leaned over, kissing Sanemi breifly. "Love you too."

Sanemi smiled contently, lifting Giyuu onto his lap. He cuddled him gently and Giyuu made himself comfortable through Sanemi's touch.

"You know, I panicked when you did because I didn't know what to do," Sanemi admitted, after a moment of silence.

"You did? I thought you did really good," Giyuu said, laying his head down on Sanemi's chest.

"Did you? Thanks. I was worried because I didn't know what to do but then remembered what my mom used to do, so I did that."

"Oh? That's nice," Giyuu said, closing his eyes.

"Are you tired? You should sleep, if you are," Sanemi murmured, resting his own head on Giyuu's.

"What about training?"

"We can do that later, it's only noon," Sanemi said.

"Alright then," Giyuu said. He settled in Sanemi's arms and slowly drifted off to sleep.

{Word count: 2222}

😋loving the word count (I kept going till I got there on purpose lmao-)

Anyways writing this was so fucking comforting like oml.. <;/3

SORRY I DIDN'T WRITE THIS FOR SO LONG BUT I KEPT GETTING STUCK I'M SORRY

I meant at least I finished, no?

(for the part where they were panicking, sorry if I wrote it unaccurately, I wrote it from how I've seen it depicted from books/ff's I've read over the time not actual experience (luckily-). Though I guess slightly yes? anyways, yeah, sorry-)

Okay, bye bye <3

#sanegiyuu #fluff #angst #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #hashira #pt.2 #sillyness #idk anymore

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lawtistic · 1 year

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my ranking of mystic messenger main outfits except i know nothing about fashion and have really bad opinions

10; Ray

minor spoilers ahead also i dont know how to work tumblr apparently so the keep reading is going after the first ranking label

i have more to say under this im just currently mentally absent right now

what the fuck is that. what. did he forget what century we are in? i like the magenta on him but girl who let you leave your cell looking like an elizabethan

i prefer ray over saeran but not if hes wearing this because to ellys smelly ass litterbox and back i will burn that ruffled collar if it the last thing i ever do in my life

9; Casual & Deep Story V

why is bro built like a stripper pole??? hes just unnaturally long and its disturbing to a point that i cant not take it into consideration even if this is an outfit ranking

that haircut is not it for you man and get new sunglasses i know why you have them but pick something else theres something off

the outfit is so overwhelmingly basic and void of color and its really a spoiler for how hes blind because he could not have consciously put this together

8; Yoosung

again hes built like a stripper pole but to a much lesser degree

ive always felt uncomfortable looking at yoosung and his big beady eyes. do not get me wrong i love yoosung but i always feel like he knows my sins

those shoes are hideous, get rid of them. get a better haircut because this one does not make me feel any better about him and its so horrenously big that i know his hair is full of secrets

the shirt is fine, i guess, and i like the jacket, i also have nothing to say about the pants. i like the color palette but thats it. i would have ranked it higher if he didnt give me carpal tunnel with a single glance

7; Jumin

i have little to nothing to say about this. its a basic suit

i like the little bit of purple because thats his color and its cool

his legs are oddly skinny and long in comparison to the rest of him tho and its making it to where i want to classify him as built like a stripper pole but its just his legs so i cant

6; Jaehee

same with Jumin but she's less basic due to the accessories and the tights

i fucking live for those tights. those are great tights. people need to talk about her tights.

i have nothing else to say except justice for jaehee kang's tights i love those on her

5; Zen

he was originally switched with jaehee but then i realized hes wearing his own damn logo and i could not ignore that

only he would wear his own logo on his jacket like that and pose in the such a way to flex it the best he possibly could. i didnt even realize he had a logo but hes literally wearing it what

the rest of the outfit is bland and mid but wow hes wearing his own logo

also rat tail

4; Another Story V

he looks physically functional!! wow!!

this is such an upgrade, i love the haircut on him now he looks like a wet dog and its amazing

the outfit is kind of mid but it looks better on him and its still okay i would let him leave the house in this

3; 707

by most standpoints this outfit isnt that fantastic and hes only this high because i said so

its overall kind of basic but i like the hoodie and i love his funky glasses and for some reason cross necklaces make people hotter despite the fact im wiccan

the jeans are so... eh? but you cant really put anything better with this??? im a certified jean hater but i literally cannot think of anything else to put on him instead

also those shoes are fucking horrendous

2; Vanderwood

this is why i have bad opinions because i like leopard print. fight me.

this is such a fancy suit that i have nothing negative to say about it

you can tell hes a whore just by looking at him. i wish he had a route

1; Saeran

ah yes i have one alter in last place and the other in first. this isnt that funny i just think its ironic

"youre biased!!! you dress like this youre so biased!!!" yes i am. i am so biased. why do you think 707 is number 3?

the leather jacket is iconic as well as the black and red combo

the bracelet and??? choker thing??? what is that??? looks very nice on him and i like the tattoo (even if it means something i do not like)

"where is rika?" between my steel knuckles would you like a visit

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the-geek-librarian · 4 months

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Alright, I said I was gonna drop the Pokemon Au fic a d here you go! But before that disclaimer, the Oc's who's games you don't recognize belong to @t-f-t and @funky-sea-cryptid!! From their work blood of both is my limbo on Ao3 I highly recommend you read it!! Now with that put the way enjoy!

A crater, Lolopechka thought.

A large bowl-shaped cavity in the ground or on a celestial object, typically caused by an explosion. Or the impact of a meteorite. A hole that’s so deep it can swallow anything, both people and Pokémon alike. Looking through the Uva academy window her head crooked leaning on the palm of her hand she observed the Paldea region's most distinct feature which was surrounded by a ring of mounts “The Great Crater Of Paldea”, or Area Zero. Right now she was- or rather was ignoring her Battle Studies class, her eyes fixated on the crater whose top was covered by clouds almost like a pot. All the noises surrounding her were like a murmur She could tell that people were talking but she couldn't be bothered to make out what their saying.

Although she can guess that the two main people talking are: Professor Sarado and some other girl with a bit of a deep voice…. But it's rich in some way… kind of like a sweet with a tingle of bitterness, does that even make any sense? Ugh, she really really wants to go home right about now. A hard Smack fell on her shoulders which beyond scaring the shit out of Lolopechka almost made her glasses fall off her face (it hurt like a bitch too..). Turning to the right she saw Professor Sarado looking forward at the rest of the class before turning to face Lolopechka with a smile “Tho what Stella told us was correct, how about Lolopechka gives us some examples?” Sarado said with her hand still on Lolopechka's shoulder.

Oh boy…

“Come on Lolopechka how about you name me, 3 to 4 Pokemon that can do that, It's not that hard” Yeah it's not… but that can do what??? “Uhh..” she muttered looking around the classroom. All eyes were on her and she swore her Heart stopped, She curled her hand into a ball and swallowed hard against her throat. Looking a bit more to the right she noticed a girl, with freckles and long pink hair with some green accents that were tied up in braids, who was sitting at the front of the class waving at her. They made eye contact. The pink-haired girl then presided to put her hands in front of her then quickly spread them apart the same way a kid would to represent an explosion or something big with their arms.

An explosion or something big….. Before anything else, Lolopechka heard the sound of freedom. The bell, as its rings fills the halls and classrooms with the sound of chairs being pulled back accompanying it, Lolopechka breathed a sigh of relief. Looking up at her Professor who simply observed the class, removed her hand from Lolopechka’s shoulder, and walked back up to her desk. Lolopechka watched for a moment before leaning over to her left to grab her bag. Standing up with her bag over her shoulders she quietly and slowly tried to make her way to the classroom door. Lolopechka was about 90% sure she had managed to get a good 2 or 3 feet away from Professor Sarado’s desk. “ Lolopechka come here a moment please’’ she tensed up like she had been stabbed, before sighing in defeat and walking up to her professor's desk not daring to make eye contact.

Sarado breathed out heavily as she crossed her arms and looked at her student “So care to explain what that was?’’ she asked. Lolopechka turned her gaze to the billed board at the other side of the class “What was what?...” she replied sheepishly Sarado narrowed her eyes “Don’t answer my question with another question. And you know what I mean! You were out of it today Lolopechka more than usual too, I called your name like, 3 times before I went up to you…”

Lolopechka's eyes widened for a moment “Oh…” she said simply before scratching the back of her neck “Again Lolopechka are you sure your doing ok? Something going on at home?” Sarado questioned and put her hand on the student's shoulder. “If only there was someone at home for something to happen” Lolpechka murmured “Oh-“ Sarado exclaimed “Your mom still hasn’t come back from Sinnho?” Lolopechka just nodded. Sarado let out a small sigh “I see… well I shouldn't keep you here any longer. Just, do me a favor and focus as much as you can ok?” Sarado gave Lolopechka a smile. Really she’d like to know what possessed Miss Alexandria to leave her teen kid alone for such a long time but all Sarado could do in the meantime was just let the kid go and watch her walk out of her classroom. Both She and the director have tried to offer her to stay at the academy while her Mom is away for work but she denied them every single time. Sarado’s only guess was that she just preferred her privacy.

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-Click Clack-

Lolopechka turned the key to her house door and pushed it open. Moving to the side parallel to the door she let Umbreon walk in ahead of her. As it made its way inside Lolopechka closed the door behind her not bothering to say I’m home as there was no one to greet her. “You think I should have grabbed the Violet book?” It was at the library she had checked, she even held it in her arms... The only thing, the only piece of info that there is revolving around Area Zero though its contents are considered fantastical by many… But it’s the only thing Lolopechka has to go off of so that she can maybe have an idea as to what her poor Mother went through down there. Because she was going to go there herself be it through high or low waters. Umbreon turned to look at her with an ‘I told you so’ face and shouted at her in agreement. “Jezz Yeah I know you don’t have to shout at me about it” Lolopechka whined and sighed.

Walking over to the kitchen with Umbreon right behind her “I didn’t even get to thank that pretty girl for helping me in class Damn it” Over on the counter next to some other things there was Umbreon’s bag of food. Having spotted it among the several other things Lolopechka grabbed it and poured some on its bowl. Before pulling out a chair and sitting on it she watched Umbreon eat.

“…”

“Hey, Umbreon?”

“Brey?”

“Tomorrow wanna go get the Violet book and tell the Director that we are going to find our own treasure?” Lolopechka asked raising her eyebrow. Umbreon’s eyes lit up, its ears raised and it wagged its tail “Umbrey!!”. Lolopechka sat up “Ok then it's decided!!” she shouted raising her arm up. Students are forbidden from going to Area Zero she knows that but she needs to get away from things even for a little bit. Maybe she can have a chance to see that cute pink-haired girl again and properly thank her for trying to help her in class today. But first, she really should get herself something to eat looking over at the covers she is like…. 50% sure that she still has some instant Roman from her latest trip to the supermarket. Walking over to them she noticed Umbreon look at her with a deadpan stare with its ears slightly lowered “What?? It’s the only thing I have plus I ate out yesterday! You can't let good store food go to waste”

Umbreon looked up at its human and sighted knowing full well that one day she would regret what they just said

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Stella yawned as she stretched her back on the chair she had been sitting on for…. Gods, how long has she been doing this fucking biology work? Damn you to the pit Mr. Patorof Stella thought, as much of a nice guy as he is he should double down on the work he puts honestly. “Oi Stell watcha doing?” a scraggly voice called from behind her. Stella turned her head to be greeted by Futhark in all their messy-haired, tired-eyed, and baggy pants glory “Bio work, you look like shit by the way” Stella said laughing a bit “Hahaha how funny are you?” Futhark replied with an unamused tone “Im a fucking comedian” Stella proclaimed as she watched her sibling put their bag down to the side and walk over to where she was sitting “Where are the others?” Futhark asked as they put one hand on the table to lean on it, looking over their sister's work “Dolly is in their room, Ari left a hot minute ago with Ru, Magan, and Luck-“

“Gay ass” Futhark laughed

“True, Duckie is taking a bath, and well… Veasta isn’t back yet” she explained with some worry in her voice “They’re on their way. Perently there was a problem with the corviknight taxes today” Futhark simply said, “They called you?” Stella asked “No I hit them up like 5 minutes ago” They turned to look at Stella “Why?” Futhark asked “Well… I called them, got no reply, and got a lil worried” The Only thing Stella heard was Futhark laughing “Hell’s so funny??” She shouted blushing a bit “Oh- Nothing just Hahaha, I feel a bit stupid right now that’s all” Futhark said rubbing the bridge of their nose. Looking up at the brown ceiling above them

“Hey Futhark?? You ok?” Stella asked looking up at her sibling “Yeah, Yeah I'm fine don’t worry about it “ Futhark sighed turning their head to look at their sister taking note of the circles under her eyes, was she tired? Sad? Or perhaps both. They know Stella and what that Garbodor of a man meant to her despite everything. But he was gone now… lost in a hole of his own creation. It was for the better, though, for their siblings and all their Pokemon. “Hey Stella? At the Uva Academy isn’t there something students can do to ya’ know get out there for a bit??” Futhark questioned

Stella narrowed her eyes perplexed by her siblings' question “You mean the treasure hunt? Yeah, you go out for a bit and ‘find your own treasure’ or some shit” She replied raising her eyebrow “Why?” she asked leaning forward a bit “You interested or somthn’?”

“I'm thinking maybe it would be a good idea for you to do that get out there for a hot sec. Clare your head” Futhark proclaimed. They had just moved a month ago after all it…was a big change so it may do her some good. Stella widened her eyes for a moment before looking down at her work. Going out on her own “What about stuff here?? I’d feel bad leaving you to handle things alone-”. Before she could finish Futhakr placed their hand on her head and started messing with her hair “Don’t be stupid Stell, I'm not alone I've got Vasta too, and besides it won't be too long we can handle ourselves for a couple of days without you” they grinned

“Hey!!!” Stella shouted in protest grabbing Futhark's hand and pulling it off her head giggling. “I- I'll think about it.” She said trying to fix her now messy hair. Futhark sighed scratching the back of their neck “Alright, just tell us when you made ya decision ok?”.

“Yeah, Yeah I will you ass”

“Oi watch your mouth you lil shit” Futhark teased walking over to the staircase Stella just laugh and looked out the window to see a flock of Pidgeotto flying by,

"I don't care if you are my children or not!"

"All that I want is my precious beast! I don't care about any of the rest of you!"

Maybe going out there would do her some good…

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Glaseado Mountain, Lolopechka read on her Rotom phone the tallest mountain in the Paldea region, located in the region's North Province, It is covered by snow constantly all year round. Walking with hard steps on the snow-covered ground she sighed. She really should have taken Gajah up on the offer to take his old snow boots but Nooooo it would be fine she said and now she can't feel her feet which is just lovely and to think she is only in the Southern Mountain and the snow is so much…. “Umrey, Brey brey?” Umbreon called next to Lolopechka with some worry in its voice. Lolopechka turned her attention to her dear partner and gave it a small smile “Yeah don’t worry Umbreon I’m fine”. Moving her eyes to the left she looked over at the crater- at Area Zero and she felt a knot form in her stomach. Beating her bottom lip she sensed Umbreon clawing at her pants “Umrey!! Umrey!! Eon!!” Umbeon shouted at her trying to get her to focus. Lolopechka looked back down to her partner and patted it on top of the blue ring on its head “Right yeah I hear you bud” she sighed One day… one day damn it all.

°˖✧+✧˖°

Stella traded through the snow playfully and carefully, hoping around in a zigzag pattern. Minior floating right behind her in its core from the noise it let out sounding like an array of bells “ Hahaha yeah I hear you Minior!! There was no place like this in Alola! Differently not in Dad’s shitty island!” Stella giggled. It felt nice getting a breath of air. She stopped, taking a deep breath and exhaling, It felt different, like… something that had been clogging her throat had just been removed.

Glaseado Mountains' southern side of mountain rings, heck you even have a pretty good view of the Paldean crater too!! It's nice. “Hey Minior you think a house would be nice here? Like a private lil get-away” Stella looked over at her friend- her partner since she was a kid. Minior jingled with delight floating around Stella’s head spinning in circles “Hehe glad you agree bud Now let's get-“Looking forward she saw not too far from her a pair of footprints in the snow. Moving closer to them Stella grinned they weren’t fresh but not that old either “You think we got company up here bud?” she commented staring up at Minior. It jingled a bit slower this time “Come on, I don’t think it’s the bad kind… could be another student, could be that pretty blue-eyed girl with the glasses from class I tolled ya’ ‘bout” she said winking at her partner. Minior only gave her a disagreeing jingle, Stella standing up scoffed “Well I guess you have a point… what are the odds?” she sighed “Let's keep going k’?” she said, motioning for Minior to fowl her.

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“ok… Let's see here” Lolopechka said, Umbreon sitting next to her quietly watching. She had managed to find a good spot to set up for the night. A nice clear field without too many ridges or lumps, she had spent a good half hour clearing up the snow to make some space for her tent, but setting that up had proved to be a difficult task all on its own. Laying out the footprint was not hard she just had to put it on the spot she (somehow) cleared up, then just put the body of the tent on top of the footprint matching up the corners and making sure the door was in the right direction. Up to this point, it was easy, but inserting the metal pols into the tent and locking them into place was…. Not as easy to say the least of it.

With hard steps, Stella pushed up to her knees making her way up a snowy little hill Minior right next to her. She had been wandering for a good half hour looking for a good place to set up camp, the sun was just about to set too… She had managed to lose track of time wandering around the Paldean mountain she even saw some cute little baby Cubchoo and the Mama Beartic playing around in the snow… It's nice knowing those little guys will have a better relationship with their parents than she or her siblings did with theirs… but she can't help the tingle of jealousy in her stomach.

Umbreon’s ears flinched for a moment as it turned its head to the right. Having heard the sound of someone or something walking in the snow making a distinctive crunching sound. “Umrey!! Umrey!!” Umbreon called out trying to get Lolopechka’s attention “Yes, I hear you Umbreon. What?” Lolopechka replied looking down at her partner

Having made almost it to the top of the little hill Stella heard Minior who was a bit ahead of her jingle in surprise “Huh? What’s up bud?” she asked looking up at it.

Umbreon motioned its head to the right Lolopechka raised her eyebrow but didn’t bother to argue and looked to her right

Giving one final push to her keen Stella made it up the hill and turned her gaze up.

Pink and green hair

Blue eyes and glasses

”You’re that girl from class”, both girls said in unison.

Stella smiled wide, turning to Minior, and laughed “Ahhahaha!! Told you so dumbass” she shouted whizzing a bit. Putting her hand up to her chest trying to catch her breath, Minior jingled at her in annoyance, floating up close to her face pushing itself on her as Stella tried to grab it and push it away. Lolopechka blinked a couple of times in surprise. She wasn’t expecting herself to find another person up here, not a student no less… especially not a classmate. She looked on as the pink and green-haired girl turned her head looked at her and smiled at her “Hey ya’! I wasn’t expecting to see another person up here ‘specially not a classmate” Now that was an idea Lolopechka and her classmate shared.

Walking up to the raven-haired girl, Stella looked behind her, noticing the not-made tent. Guess she was having a hard time with it. “Anywho, I'm Stella, Stella Tridentarius and this is Minior. You are? “ she asked gesturing to Minior who jingled happily. Having one hand on her side and raising the other one for a handshake. It took Lolopechka a moment to properly process the question before answering “Oh! Uhh, I’m Lolopechka Leviathan This here is Umbreon. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Stella!” She laughed nervously shaking Stella’s hand as Umbreon just watched as she gave Stella a crooked smile. “Lo-lo-pech-ka huh? that’s a pretty name” Stella smiled and winked, Lolopechka felt heat rising to her cheeks “OH- um, T-thank you I think your name is nice too!”.

Stella lightly giggled and took a small step to the left looking behind Lolopechka “Thank you too. Having problems with that tent over there?” She asked turning her gaze to her busing classmate. “oh That…” Lolopechka looked behind her to the mess of fabrics and pols. She let out a heavy sigh and put her hand on her neck “Yeah… I’m not the best with this kind of thing” Gods this is so embarrassing, she’s so much prettier up close, she has freckles too I didn’t notice that before and she thinks my name is pretty??? Me?? Oh- I didn’t plan for- “I can help if you want ya’ know” Stella proclaimed with a smirk “ I know a thing or two about making this thing” Lolopechka blinked having just come back to reality “I- seriously? would really appreciate that Stella!”

“Sure no prob’ but this usually takes two people so I’ll need a hand” Stella replied taking off her backpack and putting it on the snowy ground beneath her “And then maybe you could help me with my tent too, if you would be so kind” Lolopechka nodded with delight “Of course!!” now she can finally make the damn thing and rest a bit. It feels better though… it not just being Lolopechka and Umbreon alone maybe this unexpected turn of events could be for the better. Night had already fallen when they managed to put up both tents side by side. Now they were sitting just outside of their respective tents sitting on the ground. Umbreon had fallen fast asleep on Lolopechka’s lap and Minior was in Stella's tent ‘hogging all the blankets’ as she put it.

“Hey Lolopechka, I've got two questions for you,” Stella said not turning her gaze away from the night stars. Lolopechka turned her head to look at her… friend? Classmate? Or were they just acuteness… “Yeah sure go ahead” she replied with a smile “Ok so, A) can I call you Lolo? And B) why did you come up here? ‘cause I got a feeling that it's not to ‘find your own treasure’ or shit like that” Lolopechka’s eyes widened for a second before looking down at her sleeping partner in her lap… Was she selfish to come here for such a small and stupid reason? She’d been wondering that all day. “Well… A) Yes I have no problem with that so go ahead and… B) Hehe, it is for a very selfish reason, you were right” she giggled as she rubbed her eyes, gods she was so tired. The only thing she heard as Stella laughed in response “Nah don’t worry too much about it… Everyone is a lil selfish at times, and it's ok. You just need to keep it in check and make sure you're not selfish all the time… ‘cause that's a 100% granted way to push everyone away from you”

Stella sighed, so much for trying not to overthink things again “Move aside Stella, you wouldn't understand the importance of this-“.

“Personal experience?” Lolopechka asked with a gentle voice. Stella looked at her for a moment, before looking back up at the stars “I'd rather not talk about it…” she whispered, Lolopechka just nodded they had just met after all. She wasn’t expecting her to spill her heart out to Lolopechka on their first proper conversion. “I understand, so a change of subject then. Where are you from? I haven't seen you around the academy for the first part of the semester” They were in the middle of it now, so unless she was stupid as hell Stella had to be a new student at the academy, from Alola maybe? She has a Minior you can't find them outside of the Alolen Islands. Stella looked over at her classmate and smiled “Yeah, you got that right I'm not from here. I moved here from Alola with my siblings” so Lolopechka was right “Oh! You have siblings? That sounds nice” Lolopechka said, the closest thing she had was her cousins but even then they weren’t so close and didn’t get to see each other often despite living in Paldea “Yeah it really is, I have 5 siblings” Stella remarked. Lolopechka felt her jaw drop 5?? She thought as she looked down at her hand trying to do the math around that, Stella whizzed hard at her classmate's response “Hahahaha! Oh my god your face- oh my stomach hurts… Ya’ never heard of a family that big huh?” she grinned.

“No- I can't say I have” That means there are 6 people living under one roof… and if you include their parents… 8 good gods how does she manage? Lolopechka lives alone most of the time and she can hardly look after herself. “And I can't really blame you, I have two older siblings Vesta and Futhark along with them I have three younger siblings Doleur, Aries, and Kelpie with me being the middle child” Stella explained “What about your parents?” Lolopechka asked curiously it was a stupid question, she was expecting Stella to say something like Oh of course who doesn’t live with their parents? But instead, Stella's eyes widened for a second before looking down at her boots with sad eyes. Lolopechka looked at her for a moment and starched her arm out to pat her back “AH- oh I’m sorry!! You don't have to answer that if it makes you uncomfortable! I didn’t mean to-“

“Nah, don’t beat yourself up about it” Stella replied, gently moving Lolopechka’s hand off her back “It's just- me and my sibling we… live alone, we don’t have a good relationship with our dad” Stella sighed looking back up at the stars “Tho I don’t expect you to-“

“I get it” Lolopechka intubated making Stella turn to her with so surprise “I- My Mom died when I was 10 and me and my Ma haven’t been so close ever since…” she said looking down at the sleeping Umbrepn in her lap. “… Lolo I-“ Stella tried to say something anything for a matter a fact… but how was she supposed to reply to this? To help? “Its ok Stella. Don’t worry too much about it” It was along time ago anyway so it wouldn't matter to most people “You sure?” Stella insisted and Lolopechka just nodded. Ok so they both have a bad relationship with their parents… really not what Stella was expecting them to bond over but shit now she needs to find a way to make this covo less sad- “Your Minior if you don’t mind me asking what color is it?” looks like Lolopechka beat her to it. “Oh! Uhh it’s a shiny actually so its black” Stella said laughing a bit. “Isn't your Umbreon a shiny too?” she wanted to ask but they got so caught up in their sad lil convo that she forgot

“Yeah they are me and Umbreon have been together since I was a baby so were very close” Lolopechka explend rubbing her eyes trying not to yawn “Huh that sounds nice” Stella said taking note of the almost-yawn that escaped her classmate “It’s gotten late so I think I’ll be heading off” Stella proclaimed standing up. Lolopechka smiled and picked up Umbreon into a hug before mustering the strength to get up “Yeah agreed”

“Goodnight Lolo”

“Goodnight Stella”

#black clover #Pokemon Au #THIS MF IS BIG DAMN #God this was so fun to make i forgot

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bluiex · 10 months

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hey everyone! Its your favourite, never sleeping, anon! Cause I kept rereading my dumbass villain Seablings idea, I wrote something…. ;)

When Evil Seeps From Someone Within.

The waters were a reck for her birth. She rose from the depths cracking out of a large pristine egg and in her arms, she cradle a slightly smaller, damage egg. She proclaimed that she was the Queen of the ocean and those who do not believe her shall face her wrath.

One challenged her, so she gently lagged the egg she held in a small bed of seaweed and brutality murdered the challenger. After that day, no one dared to cross her majesty. They feared her and loved her. They offered gives of jewels and riches, pearls and gems.

The day her brother hatched was almost as magnificent as her birth. She warned the people that since a predictor had hurt him while she was in her weakened state, that they must look past anything that might be wrong with his and act as he was as big and mighty as her.

When she was made be as mighty as him, the creator, she begged for her brother the same. She feared that since she was seen as even more great, they’d harm him. The creator granted him immorality since in their eye, her brother had not proven his worth. She ask “What must he do for him to be of your worth, my creator?”

No one knows what the answer was, but years later after the creator started to create the great gods of old, her brother was chosen as one. She rejoiced, for now, no one would dare harm her sweet younger brother. But she was wrong.

Many many years later after, a challenger came, as they did every year. But they were not here for her. The challenger called them self the ‘Salmon’ claiming that there were far superior to the ‘Cod’, her brother most favourited creation. For their stupidity and bravery, she created a creation after the challenger but as a weaker, far less superior creation to her brother’s. As if mocking the challenger after their death.

For long they lived and have they many ‘deaths’. Ceremonies were they would ascend back to the land of Gods and from there they watch over and blessed their people. They return after their bodies they used were remade. This went on for centuries.

A great corruption came upon all the great gods of old. She had grown bored of her regular schedule so she set this on to the world, but kept away from her and her brother. But there was two that just wouldn’t give in. The ‘Goody-two-shoes’. The suck ups. They attempted to stop the corruption but they were far too weak, so she ‘helped’.

Aeor and Exor had rewarded her and her brother greatly for the help but she ask that they not be mention in their story for ‘fear’ that their people would confused the stories. The Stags agreed and ascended. But tragedy struck as when they tried to go back to the mortal plain they were unable to. Asking the only gods they knew had access to the mortal plain to assign protectors.

She was so glad when they asked this, for she now could gave as much chaos without worry. So she did as told but slipped a bit of corruption. She did question if this was wrong when her brother hesitated. Scared. But she reassured him that the other child would be the protector, so the corruption wouldn’t get out of hand. She never breaks her promises for her brother.

After many years of this, her brother soon grew bored and tired, scared and lonely. Every child would kill the other, cry until their lungs gave out and then it would repeat. But one caught his eye. A blue hair one. He was beautiful. Her brother knew that if ask she stop his brother from hurting him in anyway but he was afraid.

He didn’t even know why he was afraid. His sister had fallen in love. So why couldn’t he? The elf in traced him with everything they did. Despite knowing how the story will end, he gave a peace offering in hope to get to know the elf. Tho…his sister said that he was a bit messed up since he had been hurt when he was just in the egg, he never thought that it would ruin something like this.

He had miss spelled ‘pufferfish’. One of his sisters creations. The elf had taken great offence, crushing his heart. He had not wanted to lose the elf. His sister say his sadness and was ready for revenge, ready to sent the elf’s brother to kill the elf, but that cause him to break.

He cried out to her, “No! Please! Sister..sister I love him! I want not anything to happened to him, please!” And she listen, she always listen to everything he said. She forced the elf and his brother’s life to be combined so that the elf’s brother would not harm the elf or else he would be harmed himself. He was eternally happy, tho he knew mortal won’t last.

He hope for at least a hundred years before he had to say good bye, but his elf was selfless and brave. More brave than the salmon. More brave then the first challenger. brave than himself. An he adored his elf for that but it caused him pain. His swamps grieved with him, fogging over and claiming the lives of all those who weren’t his people.

He grieved for years. He begged and pleaded to his sister to talk with Lady Death. He’d do anything for his elf to be with him again. His sister did beg Lady Death, seeing her brother cry broke her heart more than when her human died. She wanted nothing more than for it to stop.

It took years for Lady Death to even consider her pleading for her brother’s request, but she did. The elf had been one Lady Death cared for as well. She said he reminded her of her child, a mortal child she had lost ing a war. And so she agreed. She brought him back but now as powerful as she could. Even if she was the creators sister, there was only so much she could do.

-🌺🪸🥀

Also. The creator? No gender. What the fuck is gender? All they know is she must keep all the other gods from killing each other or he wont have any left.

(also with no context what so ever, should I or should I not kill the main character. This only changes the sequel btw)

the creator is like me frfr. what is gender? LOL

OKAY BUT DUDE THIS IS AWESOME. I LOVE YOUR WRITING SM!!

#bluie gets an ask poggers #long post #ficlet #evil seablings #esmp seablings

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[SILHOUETTE] John Doe X Reader.

So this is the chapter two of this fanfic. As always, it was originally written and posted first on wattpad (@CassTea) so you can find more chapters and faster updates in there.

No warmings for this chapter, and the reader is Female presenting.

Also, I added a small mention from my favourite book, with a mention of a character from it. Nobody seemed to notice it, so I may aswell just say it. I won't put the name of the book tho, I still hope to find someone that knows it lol.

Tangling your fingers, you stood in the cold and poorly lightened subway station. It was obvious how whoever was in charge, truly didn't care about giving maintenance to this old place; it had obviously seen better days, the traces of that were still there, hard to find but there if you looked right.

It wasn't way too early in the morning, of course, after all your shift started at 4 pm and ended at 11 pm, when your "co worker" (if you could call them that because you knew literally nothing about them) would arrive and take your place. Yet... It was way too empty. This was a busy hour, usually there were students, workers and many other people around, waiting to catch the bus but today, it was... You looked around. - It's literally empty...-

Soon after, the fast yet not too violent wind hit your face and scrambled your hair all over the place. This took you by surprise, you quickly stepped back with an exclamation, -JESUS FUCK-. You were so lost half in your thoughts and the rest on your phone, that you hadn't noticed how close you were to the edge. You were exactly stepping the yellow line that was there to warn you. It was a beautiful "I'm literally the most bright colour down here and you still can't see me dumbass" yellow.

This however, woke you up.

It was a weird phenomenon. When you used to go to school, you would sleep at 2 in the morning and wake up at 5 am. You were tired and cold all damn day. Now you had all the time in the world to sleep, but there wasn't enough time in the entire universe that could possibly be enough for you. You would usually sleep between 10 - 11 am and woke up at 2 pm to go to work. You sometimes pondered where the hell your time went, because you could somehow never seem to finish anything you started.

In your mind, those weird and tall gray men that deceitfully stole people's time making them believe they were actually investing it and saving it for later, were the ones who were taking it away from you, only in silence. You weren't accompanied by a turtle with a weird name tho.

- seriously, Casiopea?? I mean it's not bad but... - you were discussing the turtle's name with yourself as you set foot inside of the empty wagon. It didn't took you long to notice tho, only after the doors closed and you looked up did your eyes captured the body chilling image in front of you. It was empty, completely empty. There were times you had used the subway and there weren't many people, but it was never empty.

You calmed down, surely the other wagons were crowded but you were lucky enough to have a whole wagon to yourself? It was... Great! It was great.

You smiled and sighed, it wasn't too bad- you were just overthinking.

-I can sit wherever I want?- you held the power now. (Y/n) ruler of the empty wagon, magic less witch yet the most powerful sourcerer that would ever set foot in this old wagon.

You swinged yourself in the pole, then started to quietly sing a random song, which quickly turned into a full opera concert in which you played three roles: the singer, the public and the director.

You were having way too much fun over nothing, and you looked ridiculous without a doubt, but honestly you deserved it, you deserved a break.

The sudden stop of the subway took you by surprise and made you loose your balance. Had you already arrived? But that was way too fast!.

The doors hadn't open, it was weird. - Maybe some malfunction? Damn it, you were gonna arrive late. You threw yourself at one of the seats, huffing and crossing your arms. Such luck.

As if by your doing, the doors opened not soon after. Looking outside you could see how empty it still was.

A poisonous seed of fear was planted into your chest, liberating uneasiness and, of course, fear as soon as it bloomed.

The place was poorly iluminated by some led lights and dragged hollowness along with it. You never got down on this station, but you did knew it because of the subway always stopping to let some people out... But you could've sworn this was 5 more minutes up ahead; you were very familiar with your schedule and you knew the time it took from station to station.

A void started to fill your chest. This isn't right, no no it isn't. Something bad was about to happen, you could just feel it.

You stopped staring outside but you couldn't take your frozen hands off of the frame of the electric doors.

There was no one there, it was impossible for there to be any sort of sound yet the more time that passed, you could slowly start hearing whispers.

It took you a while to process the sounds, because you just couldn't- how? Who could possibly be talking? And it wasn't two or three people, it was a multitude. When you did notice tho, when you finished processing this, your stomach dropped.

You could've sworn you were seeing movement that shouldn't be there at the corner of your eye.

"Please, to whoever listens my full yet weak words, and whoever has the power to get a hold of this situation, help me".

You were so desperate for the doors closing that you started talking nonsense out of fear.

Who were you even talking to? Who were you asking help to? There was no one there. Your words, even if they had value and intention, they had no power.

If someone did heard you, however, they were a merciful being.

Creaking a little bit, you snapping your body back in, the metal doors closed. You kept on looking outside the window, watching how the dark and hollow station started to be left behind.

You stood there, sighing. You leaned over the door, feeling as if that small moment had taken years out of your lifespan, exhausted because of the amount of fear you had felt in such a short moment.

you hadn't noticed the new entity that had shaped it's form into the almost empty space in which you were now standing, but it wouldn't let you take too long since almost right after you turned your back to the door, you heard a small cling in one of the poles. Of course this didn't get a big reaction out of you because, well, you were in a subway after all, it wasn't weird to hear metal sounds. This, however would trigger a bigger reaction after the sound made you look up, at it was at that moment when you noticed the figure standing there, right hand holding onto the silver pole, left hand playing with it's fingers, standing in an awkward, curvated pose that obtruded with the position of their legs bending them in an awkward manner. They were wearing quite a normal outfit, from which the most attention calling things were a black, poorly worn hoodie, a plain shirt with a red eye painted on it and a pair of black converse that looked like they were in a damn crime scene... not all of that brownish oozy thing could possibly be mud... tho it was weird that it didn't stain the floor; of course it should've if they entered by the door, like a normal human being. Their appearance was the last thing that made you jump in fear, rather what made you jump was the fact they just... appeared there. You would've noticed if they had come in but they just appeared there. They weren't even looking up, they were looking down at their fidgeting fingers, face covered by a massive amount of black, messy and tangled hair.

The few lightness that was left in that damn wagon completely dropped and was dragged and replaced by a heavy aura. You felt so uneasy, this had never happened before while on a moving vehicle, but you got nauseous. You felt a knot in your throat, your clothes got uncomfy and the area that hurted the most in your head was your forehead, making all the way down to your eyes, which you felt were gonna explode.

You had to sit down before you puked or something, which you did, the farthest from that person the better.

You were full on alert mode, ready to jump at any suspicious movement. It was already extremely, suspiciously weird they were the only person in the wagon, but ok they were already there what could you do about it, however you would be alert.

How you spoke big ass words for such a damn small brain, because not even 3 minutes after, while playing with your legs, you accidentally kicked your flask. A damn miracle the floor wasn't covered in water right now because the cap of the flask used to malfunction, but while thank goodness that wasn't a problem, you heard the metal clank against the floor and it s l o w l y rolling and making all its way to the feet of that person. This had to be staged, for the love of God no one but you had bad luck like this, "when I look up there will be cameras recording, this is all just part of a stupid YouTube video". Damn right it wasn't, of course not, the idea itself was dumb but you were desperate.

Carefully looking down their way, you could see how their fingers stopped fidgeting, they just looked down at the flask, not moving a muscle, not grabbing it just standing there.

Thank you for your services my loyal companion, but alas, today is the day we part ways my beloved, malfunctioning flask. The partially broken cap was part of your charm, I'll never forgive yo-

- I believe this is yours - spoke a high pitched, yet kind of soft voice.

Jesus Christ just keep it man.

-Oh!- you acted surprised... emphasis on acted, - I'm sorry, I... hadn't noticed -, with the thick ass glass surrounded by metal on the outside, everyone in the North Pole heard that damn flask. You smiled awkwardly.

...

They clearly were waiting for you to go grab it, so against every inch of meat and common sense in your body, you stood up and began walking towards them.

It was a quick action, the apparently kilometre long wagon grew short as you walked down it and, faster that expected, you were grabbing the flask from the floor.

If looks could kill... You would still be alive tbh but if looks could melt you'd be a wiggly liquid by now. You made sure to keep your body not too close and reached out with your arm, when you had the great idea to look up.

Underneath that nest of a hair, was a thin face with a thin nose, elements for a common face but wide open eyes with deep dark, redish eyebags planted underneath them and an almost inhumanly wide smile with very... Very thin teeth were focused on your bent form.

It happened in seconds, but you could've sworn those damned black pupils dilated a bit when you made eye contact. The sudden sight made you stumble and fall on your butt, - owie - you said out of habit, but the light words weren't matching your sloppy and nervous actions, because right now you were rapidly dragging yourself away from the person in front of you. They didn't seem to want to hurt you tho, because in fact they stepped back a step after watching your awkward figure trying to get away from them. You stopped when you made a weird movement and your wrist popped, it didn't hurt as much as the sound scared you because right now you were thinking only the worst, and the worst in this scenario was a broken wrist. It was an exaggeration of course, but you didn't know that at the moment.

At that moment, they stuck out their arm and reached for your flask, grabbing it and bringing it up. Not a word came out from their mouth, they just let go of the pole and reached out their hand towards you.

You weren't a rude person but this literally wasn't the time to give two flying fucks about that, so you stood yourself and stepped back before standing still and firm, trying to show confidence you really didn't had at the moment. - Please give that back - you said signalling at your flask. Stupid moronic flask, it had given you more trouble in 20 minutes than your own dumb actions in the entirety of your life.

That smile on their face didn't disappear at all. - sure - they said, handing it over to you.

In that small exchange, a question popped in your mind, "Do you think he's cute?", Him? - him? -, you and your gigantic mouth. -me?- he said grinning, -you? Uhm, no- do I? No, no comment- you weren't actually talking to him, you were answering the question that popped in your mind... out loud. -on what?- he asked, -hmm- you hummed to God knows who while grabbing the flask out of his han- dude you're so awkward what. He didn't say anything and just let go of it.

-uhm, thanks- you said. Of course you were still scared as shit because of his eyes on you, but at least you were safe... You guessed.

He didn't say anything, just smiled wider if that was even possible.

Not really knowing what to do anymore, you just, sat down back at your place.

My god did you have something in your face?? Why was he staring? He didn't even try to hide it he just literally stared straight at you; was he even blinking? Maybe he did when you did.

And many other dumb questions surged in your mind.

To try and distract yourself from the thought of him pulling out a knife and jumping at you, you took out your phone. You didn't even have internet si you were just looking through your gallery. It was better than nothing.

Slowly you started to fade out of consciousness, but the weird thing is that you didn't even notice when you did, you were just asleep out of nowhere and the next thing you knew, someone was tapping on your shoulder.

"Must be that weird guy" you thought.

However, you were woken out of your slumber by an unknown voice.

-Excuse me, miss?... Miss?- the security guard was shaking your shoulder.

When you opened your eyes, you caught a full sight of your surroundings. There were many people sitting, others standing, people coming in and out of the wagon. -Where did all of them come from?- you mumbled, still not knowing what the fuck was going on.

-This is the last station. Someone brought to our attention that you've been sleeping here for over hour and a half. I'm sorry but you need to exit the wagon if you're not actually going somewhere.

-uh, sure- you said frowning -sorry-. You stood up, and before exiting the wagon you asked -this is the last station, you say?- -that's right- the guard politely answered.

Shit,

you were so late for work.

#fanfic #john doe x reader #john doe x you #john doe #john doe game #horror games #mortisfox

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Hello! I'm back! I've come to ask if your still interested in writing Agere stuff for dead Poets Society still? If you are, could you mayhaps write a fic with Little!Neil and Cg!Todd? Maybe Neil is just really upset about something his dad said to him and Todd comforts and takes care of him? Completely fine if you don't want to tho! Alright that was all, have a great day💜💜💜

Hi again!! I always love some DPS requests, and I'm more than happy to continue to write for them :DD

A Rough Day and Rabbits

A Dead Poets Society agere fic

TW: lots of crying, Mr. Perry's A+ parenting

Characters: little!Neil, cg!Todd (Charlie is also mentioned briefly)

Neil wanted Todd. He lay on his bed in their dorm, arms crossed, eyes puffy, and tried to wait patiently for his Dada to get back. It had been two weeks since winter break began, and they had been some of the most stressful days Neil could remember. Dinners, dances, family plans, it had all started to blur after the first week, and on top of that he and Todd had barely called at all and he had said they would call every day. When Neil had got back to their room that morning, he had closed the door, sat calmly on his bed, and immediately regressed.

He had curled in on himself, trying not to think about the week he had had or the conversation and the words his father said in the car.

“Useless useless useless…”

The word echoed in Neil’s head as he tried to keep the sobs as quiet as he could. He thought Charlie might have come in at some point, but he couldn’t remember clearly and the tears in his eyes made it almost impossible to tell if it was Charlie or just an odd blob. He must have fallen asleep, because when he opened his eyes there was a blanket covering him and a stuffie in his arms.

He yawned, sniffling a little as he fought the fog in his brain. “Morning, sleepyhead.” A gentle voice called from across the room. Neil’s eyes sprang open and he gasped at the sight of Todd’s smiling face looking back at him. “Dada?” He asked, his lip quivering. Immediately, Todd was kneeling by his bedside. “Hey, what’s got you all spun up bud?” He asked, wiping the tear tracks under Neil’s eyes. The other boy tried not to start crying again, he really did, but the past two weeks had been so awful, and all he really wanted was to cry, and he knew Todd wouldn’t judge him. Todd propped Neil up and wrapped him in a hug, climbing onto the bed so he could hold him and cuddle him easier. He rocked him back and forth, just letting him cry and sniffle, not even caring about the snot and tear stains on his new sweater (his parents would just get him another one next year).

“Shh, it’s okay.” He murmured into Neil’s hair. “I’ve got you.”

They sat like that for a while before Neil had calmed down enough to explain, and when he did his voice quivered uncontrollably. “S-sorry.” He started, reaching for a stuffy Todd had brought him. “ ‘m dad. Said ‘m u-u-u–” Neil hit the side of his head and Todd grabbed his hand gently, worry etched deep on his face. He hadn’t seen Neil this upset in a long while. “Hey, no hitting, okay?” Neil nodded and took a deep breath before pointing to himself.

“Useless.” He whispered hoarsely.

Todd felt like he’d been slapped. He pulled Neil into an even tighter bear hug, making sure Neil couldn’t tell he was trying not to cry. Why would his father say that? Why would he ever say that? How could he look at someone as amazing as Neil and call him useless?

He pulled away, looking deep into Neil’s eyes and holding his face gently. “He is wrong.” He murmured. “You are so far from useless.” Neil looked down at his lap. “Weally?” He asked. Todd sighed and pressed his forehead to Neil’s. “You are the kindest, smartest, most dedicated person I know. You are the farthest thing from useless.”

Neil gave a watery smile before throwing his arms around Todd’s neck and burying his face in his shoulder. “Tank you…” He said, voice muffled. Todd chuckled and rubbed his back lovingly. “Of course baby.” He said.

After a while the two pulled apart, and Todd took Neil to wash a day's worth of snot and tears away before getting him into some comfy pajamas. Neil picked out some gym shorts and a tank top to wear, but Todd made him put on a long shirt instead (“Can’t have you turning into a popsicle, baby.”) and made sure he had plenty of blankets on his bed.

Usually, the two would play all sorts of games, but it was late, and Neil had had a long day, and really all he wanted was to sleep.

“Dada read?” He yawned. “Of course baby,” Todd chuckled. “which story?”

Neil thought for a moment. “Wabbit?” He said timidly. Todd nodded, going to Neil’s trunk and pulling out a collection of Peter Rabbit stories. “From the beginning?” He asked, to which Neil nodded enthusiastically.

“Once upon a time, there were four little rabbits…”

Todd’s voice was gentle, soothing as Neil let himself get enveloped in the story, forgetting about the cares of the day and focusing instead on the antics of Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-tail and Peter. It wasn’t long before the story and the gentle hum of Todd’s chest lulled him to sleep. Tomorrow, there would be classes and laughter and friends to see, but for right now, Neil could just focus on Todd, and Todd could just focus on Neil, and they were both very grateful for the time.

#agere #sfw agere #agere writing #dead poets society agere #little!neil perry #cg!todd anderson #dead poets society

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