#ignore me i'm finally talking to myself. this is a step in the right direction

[lanadelnegan]

One Night Stand

Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader

Request from anon: Can you do 2000s!Jeffery Dean Morgan x actress!reader who works on Grey's anatomy w/ him (she plays Izzie instead of Katherine Heigl) but she doesnt know it yet? Like they meet at a bar and end up flirting and having sex in his hotel and she stays the night and then in the morning she's like getting dressed and says "I have to go to work blah blah blah" and he's like "me too" and then a time skip to when she's on set and Jeffery is going around meeting people and she's just standing there in total shock?

Warnings: smut, NSFW, 18+, vaginal sex, single middle-aged JDM, semi-public oral sex (female receiving), this is HAWT - trust me.

"You look like shit." A deep voice chuckles from beside me.

I snap my eyes towards the asshole, almost choking on my drink in the process. Not sure if it's from his rudeness or his hotness, but I cough and play it off. "Excuse me?"

He laughs before ordering himself a drink. "Oh, and another for the lady here. Looks like she could use it."

My mouth drops open as he just.. grins at me. Who the hell does he think he is.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" I ask annoyed.

"Not yet.. do you want to?" His wide grin stretches across his face, revealing his pearly white teeth. I study his face in the neon bar lights, noticing the shades of green swimming throughout his light brown orbs. This man is stunning.

I chug the drink he orders me seconds after the bartender sets it down. "Not really, but thanks for the drink."

He nods and sips his own drink, raising one of his thick brows at me. "Bad day?"

I sigh, trying to relax a little and accept his small talk. "Just tired."

"Then why are you here? There are beds upstairs, ya know?"

I glare at him. "I'm tired.. of other people. Tired of faking conversations I don't care to have."

He raises both of his brows this time and appears to look surprised by my forwardness. "Well excuse me darlin'. I'll shut the hell up then." He goes back to sipping his whiskey.

Out of all the things he's said so far, it's that sentence that finally puts a smile on my face. "Bout time." I tease and roll my eyes dramatically.

An awkward silence follows after we both laugh. I look over and his eyes meet mine, right before they slowly trail down to my lips. The playfulness in his features fades into a seductive gaze and fuck.. this is the kind of energy I've needed since I've been in this shitty town.

I've been filming for months now, only getting to visit home on the weekends. This hotel is basically my home and it's taken a toll on me for sure. At least at home I have my cats. Here I just have half empty wine bottles, my vibrator, and candy bars stashed in my nightstand to keep me company. I guess when I put it that way, it doesn't sound so bad.

"Are you staying here?" I blurt before I can stop myself. That was a stupid question. Why else would he be at this hotel's bar.

He blatantly ignores me, pulling out his phone while leaning his elbows against the bar and pretends to scroll.

"Um, okay." My lips clench together awkwardly as I nod my head and look in the other direction. "Good talk."

"Oh, forgive me darlin'. Can I talk now?" His veiny hand rests against his heart as he sarcastically grins at me. What a fucking smart ass.

"You know what, no. You can't. Never mind." I get up to leave, hoping he stops me.. and he does.

He turns in his bar stool and blocks me with his thigh as I try to walk past him. "What the hell are you doing?" I snap, walking around his leg. I don't realize he's behind me until I step on the elevator and turn around. I gasp a little, looking up at him. His face is serious now.. all the playfulness from earlier gone.

He backs away and leans against the wall of the elevator. The door is closed but I haven't even pressed the button to my floor yet. He crosses his arms and nods towards the buttons, urging me to press one.

"I'm not taking you to my room." I cross my arms, mimicking him.

"Okay, but I'm walking you there."

The seriousness on his face tells me I'm not going to win this one, so I hesitantly press the number 6 and the elevator starts to ascend as we stare at each other the entire way up.

When the door finally slides open, I start to leave but he gently grabs my wrist, turning me back around. Before I can fully face him, he leans down pressing his lips against mine softly. As soon as he pulls away, I pull his shirt towards me, silently granting him permission and begging for more. My back slams against the elevator wall as he kisses me hard this time. His large hands cup my face as I moan into his mouth. My hands reach for his back as his body presses firmly against me.

He tastes like whiskey and tobacco and smells like leather and musky cologne. It's euphoric. His lips are full and soft but the stubble hairs surrounding his mouth scratch at my sensitive skin. I let myself imagine what it would feel like between my legs.

As if he can hear my thoughts, he breaks away from our kiss, breathing heavily before dropping to his knees and wasting no time throwing my leg over his shoulder. My mouth gapes open as I look between him and the open elevator doors. Anyone could walk by right now and see us. My skirt bunches around my waist, giving him all the access he needs before slipping his fingers underneath my panties and pulling them to the side. I watch his face disappear between my legs and feel his warm tongue lick a stripe from my already dripping cunt to my clit. He moans from the taste and I moan at him moaning from the taste.

His tongue presses firmly against my clit repeatedly in an up down motion. He pulls back for a moment and without warning, slips his middle finger inside me, bumping it against my g-spot repeatedly while gently finding and sucking my clit again.

"Oh my god." I whisper down at him, feeling the pressure building up in me from his finger and tongue working in unison. He looks up at me like he can sense I'm about to explode, and grins against my pussy proudly. The sight alone sends me over the edge and I cum so hard that I think squirt a little in his mouth. He groans at the taste and buries his tongue deep in my hole like he needs more.

After a few moments of him lapping up all of my juices he can possible get, he stands up, lifting me in his arms in the process until my legs are wrapped around his waist. He smiles at me cockily while his facial hair glistens with my wetness.

He carries me down the hall and I point towards my room. I unlock it with my key card. Once it clicks, he kicks it open the rest of the way and quickly brings me inside, his lips never leaving mine in the process.

He lays me down on the bed but I keep my legs wrapped around his waist, bringing him down on top of me as he works on pulling my panties off with one hand and holding himself up with the other.

I arch my back, helping him slide them off.

Once I'm exposed completely to him, he leans back up, undoing his belt and throwing off his shirt, revealing his sweaty chest. He quickly pulls out his rock hard cock and I lean up on my elbows to get a better view.

His dick is just as pretty as he is.

He strokes it a couple times while he watches me watch him. My eyes grow wider at the sight of his precum leaking from the tip and he smiles down at himself. "Look at that, baby. Already got my dick leaking for you." He glides his thumb over the tip and I watch him in a trance, hoping I'm not visibly drooling.

"You ready for me, doll?" He asks as he leans back over me, bracing himself up with his hand. I nod as he kisses my lips and I still taste myself on his mouth. His hazel eyes look down into mine as he uses his other hand to guide himself towards my entrance. I feel the tip of him circle my opening before he slides in me agonizingly slow. He doesn't stop until his dick is pressing against my cervix almost painfully. I groan and wiggle a little, trying to adjust to him. He slides halfway out before thrusting his hips flush against me again, causing my mouth drops open as he reaches even deeper this time.

"That's a good fucking girl. Taking me so deep." His raspy voice praises me before his lips connect with the sensitive spot under my ear. He bites and licks at me while his stubble tickles me. I reach my hands around to hold onto his back and his thrusts grow steadier and faster. I scratch his back hard enough that I'm sure it's leaving marks, but it encourage him to fuck me harder so I don't stop.

"Mmm, fuck." I moan out. His hips slam into me faster and my face immediately burns with heat. My mouth drops open again but I can't form any sounds because he's completely taken my breath away. He stops kissing my neck to look at me again and smiles arrogantly when he sees my face and what he's doing to me.

"Goddamn, baby. This pussy feels so fucking good." His breathing is rapid and his forehead is sweaty as his grunts and moans fill the room. I can tell he's getting close and I am too. His hand reaches between us and he easily finds my clit like a pro, rubbing circles around it with his thumb and slamming into me so hard that I stars. My pussy clenches around him as I lose control, moaning loudly and arching my back at the overwhelming sensation. I cum around his cock so intensely that a tear rolls down my cheek.

"Oh fuuuck. Fuck." He says, quickly pulling out of me. He buries his head in my neck and groans, and I feel his warm seed squirt all over my lower tummy. He rolls off of me, grabbing some tissues to clean me up. "That pussy is straight from fucking heaven, baby." He chuckles as he wipes his cum from my stomach.

I get up to go pee and clean myself up and when I come back in the room, he's laying on his back.. asleep. The bedsheets are hanging halfway off, revealing his toned torso and dark chest hair. I watch his chest rise and fall slowly, taking a moment to notice every detail of the absolute sex god in my bed.. the permanent dimples embedded on each side of his mouth, the veins in his arms, the tattoos on his tan skin.

I frown to myself. Too bad this can't go anywhere. I'm way to busy in my career to settle down with someone.

I climb into bed, not bothering to wake him and fall asleep with my legs entangled with his.

The next morning:

"Hey! Wake up, I gotta go!" I yell, throwing a pillow at his face. "Seriously! GET. UP. I'm already late!" I finish tying my shoe as I yell impatiently at him. This isn’t the first time I’ve slept through my alarm and I hate being late.

He lazily rubs opens his eyes open before looking at me with that smirk. “Well good morning to you too, sunshine.”

I jerk the covers off him, noticing his erect cock standing against his flat stomach. My eyes cling to the sight of it and he bites his lip and raises his eyebrows suggestively at me as I stare at him.

“As much as I’d love to sit on that right now, I Have to go. Look, just see yourself out okay? Take a shower, whatever you need to do. Just make sure the door locks when you leave.” I grab my keys and my purse and head for the door before turning around again. “You’re not... some creep are you?”

He looks at me amused. “You’re asking me that after we already slept together?”

I stare at him and rolls his eyes, sighing when I don't answer him. “Does going through your panty drawer count?” He bites his lower lip teasingly.

“Yes! That counts!”

He shrugs his shoulders. “Guess I’m a creep then.” He winks at me and I glare at him as I turn around to leave once again.

“See ya later, y/n!” He yells.

I ignore him, still pressed for time and leave him to my room as I rush to the elevator. Poor guy thinks he’ll see me again. I should’ve told him I wasn’t interested in anything other than his dick.

The doors shut before me as the elevator descends.

Oh shit.

My eyes widen with realization.

“He said my name.” I whisper to myself.

I - I didn’t tell him my name. Oh my god, what if he is some creep that’s been stalking me. That would explain the weird interaction at the bar. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had a fan try to stalk me. Sucks being famous sometimes. I breathe, calming myself down. Maybe.. I told him and forgot? I was tipsy last night. I could have said it. I tell myself to soothe my nerves. I think about what he could steal in my room and mentally punch myself for not kicking him out.

What if he eats all the candy bars in my nightstand. My eyes widen at the thought. That bastard.. he would.

I overthink the entire way to work, but finally relax when I get on set with my coworkers. Ellen and I have grown close over the years. She’s like the big sister I never had.

I sip my Starbucks and change into my pretend light blue scrubs while spilling the beans to her about last night. She leans forward on couch in our dressing room, fully invested in my story.

“Was he.. ya know?” She asks curiously.

“Big?” I blush and giggle with her. “Let’s just say.. it was soo thick. He was probably a good 8 inches in length too but the thickness was simply… chefs kiss."

I make the motion with my hand as we laugh together, fully dressed now and sitting in front of the mirror getting our light makeup done. Our stylists are used to our juicy gossip. They’ve learned to tune us out by now.

I grab my iced latte and Ellen and I leave the dressing room, going into the set where all our other costars and directors are. This is definitely the biggest acting job I’ve ever landed. So many of us are on set at one time.. at least 30 of us are spread throughout this room. Ellen and I stand back, waiting for the cameras to get set up. I scan over my script even though I’ve studied it a thousand times and can recite it in my sleep.

“Oooh, todays the day I get to meet my new looove interest. Denny Duquette.” I say to Ellen, putting emphasis on his name.

“I heard the guy they chose to play him is insanely hot.” Ellen winks at me playfully.

I scoff, eyes still scanning over my lines. “Can’t be as hot as my one night stand. I mean seriously... I can’t get his face outta my head. Or his dick.”

The room grows quiet and I snap my eyes up, worried everyone heard me. When I realize they aren’t looking at me, but past me, I turn my head around and the sight almost knocks the wind out of me. Mr. one night stand himself ... No fucking way.. He definitely heard everything we just said and I internally cringe at myself.

“Y’n, meet Jeffrey.. or Denny.. I should say.” Our director next to him introduces us. My coffee slips from my hand and splashes all over the floor in between us. Jeffrey - I guess that's his name - drops to the floor on one knee before I can reach down to grab my empty cup. He lingers down there longer than he should, looking up at me with the same smirk he had last night in the elevator when my leg was draped over his shoulder. I try my best to hide the weakness in my legs and redness in my cheeks at the sight of him below me.

"Lovely to meet you." He says, standing back up with my cup in his hand. He nods his head towards Ellen, politely greeting her as well.

"Thanks." I reach for the cup and my fingers brush his lightly as I take it from him.

He stands proudly, looking down at me smiling before the director pulls him away to meet the others. As they walk past us, Jeffrey leans down to me, his mouth close to my ear.

"I can still taste you." My eyes widen and his deep whisper sends a chill straight to my aching cunt that he destroyed last night.

He walks away and I'm left standing there.. speechless. Goosebumps appear all over my arms. Before I'm done processing, Ellen leans in, "That was him... wasn't it?"

I nod my head, unable to move an inch. The producers call for Denny and myself to begin the scene and my heart races.

Ellen giggles and whispers from beside me before walking off. "Well... this should be interesting."

The End.

Might make a part 2 because I REALLY enjoyed writing this one. Xoxo

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[ilovewriting06]

Hello friend, I wanted to know if you can make one of Scott McCall, where is he married to Isacc's younger sister, Scott and Yn are celebrating Scott's birthday party, so after the party they have a hot moment, smut, a few weeks go by and Yn discovers that She's pregnant so she tells Scott then the others.

Tanks and your work is amazing 😻.

I hope you enjoy it Anon!

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"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

Scott chuckles at my enthusiasm before pushing me away from him, and ultimately off the bed. I squeak when I hit the floor causing Scott's head to pop over the edge, "Shit! Sorry! You okay?"

I fake pout and sniffle, "No, you hurt my feelings."

He rolls his eyes before getting out of bed and stretching. From my position on the floor I get a wonderful view of his toned abs flexing and I can feel myself start to drool from the memories of last night.

I jump when Scott snaps his fingers in my face, "Ay, get your head out of the gutter, I'm too worn out from last night." I roll over to push myself up as I scoff, "Some alpha werewolf you are."

I don't get a chance to crawl to my feet when I'm picked up like a ragdoll. When I'm set on my feet I come face to face with a smirking Scott, "How's that for an alpha werewolf?"

I roll my eyes and walk towards the bedroom door as I speak, "10 outta 10 for strength. Sadly, strength doesn't help your endurance or performance."

I'm walking down the stairs of our two story house on the outskirts of Beacon Hills when I hear Scott squawk and run out of the room, "What's wrong with my performance?!"

I walk to the kitchen deciding to ignore him but that plan is thwarted when I'm caged against the counter as Scott looks down at me with a raised eyebrow, "If I recall, my performance was just fine last night."

I bite back a smile as I deadpan, "Sure." I go to wiggle out of his hold but his arms tighten, "Nuh uh, don't sure, me. Those noises you were making last night tell a very different story."

I finally smile and peck his nose, "You're right, you're performance is perfect." I pause and watch him smile before I sigh wistfully, "If only your endurance was too."

I dart out from under his arm but he catches me by the waist, "You listen here you little twerp, my endurance is just fine, when I'm not hungry."

I relax in his hold and spin around to face him, wrapping my arms around his waist, "So, what you're saying is that if I feed you, you'll fuck me?"

"Please don't."

I spin around and squeal before tackling Isaac, "Izzy! You made it!"

He chuckles, "Of course I did, couldn't let my brother-in-law celebrate his 25th birthday with only one Lahey, that's just boring."

I hear Scott scoff, "Excuse you, she's a McCall now, has been for almost two years now, thank you very much."

I step away from Isaac in time to see him roll his eyes, "Whatever, she was a Lahey first. Anyways, you mentioned food." He directs the last part at me and I chuckle, "Yes, yes, come on wolfies let's go get breakfast."

They both groan as Isaac says to Scott, "She's hanging out with Stiles too much." I turn around and scoff, "There is never too much Stiles, he's literally the only one that knows how to keep dipshit over here from doing something stupid. I'm married to him and I still don't have the best luck with talking him down from doing something dumb."

Isaac rolls his eyes, never having liked Stiles too much, and Scott pouts, "It's my birthday, you aren't supposed to be mean."

I pat his cheek before walking to the fridge, "What do you two want for breakfast?"

"Waffles!"

"Pancakes!"

"Hey, it's my birthday, so I get waffles!"

"Yeah, and I just spent 13 hours on a plane to come wish you a happy birthday, so I want pancakes!"

I groan remembering why Melissa's house almost fell to the ground when all of us were still living there.

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I smile and pull Stiles into a hug when he walks through the door. He chuckles and sways us side to side, "Hey, Y/N/N."

I place a kiss to his cheek as I pull away, "Hey, Stiles. Where's Lyds?"

He rolls his eyes before looking towards the door, "Last minute makeup touches so she's 'presentable' or something, I don't know with her sometimes. She doesn't listen to me when I tell her she's beautiful without makeup."

I snort and grab his hand dragging him to the kitchen, "Well, since you're hear I need your cooking expertise."

When we get to the kitchen he raises and eyebrow, "Alright, what's wrong? We went over all the plans for this yesterday so something else is wrong."

I shake my head before playing with my fingers, "You know how Scott has wanted a baby for awhile?"

He nods before his eyes widen and he whisper shouts, "You're pregnant?!" I shake my head and shush him, "No, but I need you to do me a favor."

He crinkles his nose, "I mean, I'm flattered really, but you're like my little sister sooo..."

I can hear the sarcasm so I smack the back of his head, "Would you shut up and listen?"

He nods and actually focuses so I put on my best smile, "I need you to let Isaac stay with you tonight."

Stiles' mouth drops and he scowls, "No, no, absolutely not. He can't stand me, I can't stand him, we have like this silent agreement. Besides even if I agreed Lydia would have to agree and more importantly so would Isaac. Also, why the hell do you want him gone so soon after him getting here?"

I give him a look and his eyebrows furrow as he thinks about it before realization spreads across his face, "Aw, ew, that's just gross! I didn't need to know that."

I put on my best puppy eyes and pout, "Please, please, please! You'll get the title of godfather and best uncle, I swear. Not to mention this is the only birthday gift I got him, well, planned for him and it wouldn't be fair to force him to wait a week until Isaac leaves for his birthday gift, plus I'm ovulating right now." I really regret agreeing to Isaac's rule of no sex while he's in the house and I really regret getting Scott to agree to it too.

Stiles groans before nodding, "Okay, okay, you get Lydia and Isaac on board, then I'll agree."

I nod before yelling, "Isaac! Come to the kitchen for a second!"

Not even two seconds later Isaac comes bounding into the kitchen before stopping and sneering at Stiles, "Stilinski."

I roll my eyes before filling with pride as Stiles ignores Isaac and just looks at me. I turn to Isaac and clasp my hands together, "So, you'll be staying at Stiles and Lydia's tonight."

Isaac snorts, "As if, I'd rather stab my eyes out with a toothpick than stay with Stiles."

This time Stiles speaks, "Oh shove it, Scarfboy. I wouldn't have agreed to it if she wouldn't have asked me. I actually listen to what my sister has to say, maybe you should try it."

Any pride I had felt slips away and I groan because I know where this is going.

"I'm sorry, did you just call her your sister?! Listen here you no good, dirty rotten, son of a bitch, she's my sister. Has been for 23 years and last time I checked she didn't even know who you were until she was 14! Stop trying to steal my sister just because your mom died before you got one!"

Stiles' jaw tightens as my mouth drops, "Isaac Daniel Lahey, that was out of line, and you know it! What is wrong with you two, you've been after each other's throats since you met?"

By this point Scott is now in kitchen with wide eyes but I'm more interested in finding the real issue between these two.

Isaac is the first to answer, "He just swept in and stole you away, you were all I had left and he almost stole you away from me."

My mouth drops open but I'm surprised when Stiles' anger dwindles slightly, "Dude, that was never my intention! Yeah, I claimed her as my pseudo sister but that's because we spent so much time together. One of two things was gonna happen, we were either gonna fuck, which, ew, no offense Y/N/N, or become like siblings!"

I nod agreeing with Stiles because that is exactly what happened, "He's right, we bonded because we're both humans in the world of werewolves, kanimas, and banshees."

Isaac scoffs, "That bullshit, really? The only humans?"

I scowl and now my anger is flaring up, "Yes! Stiles and I were always left behind because we weren't as fast or as strong as you. Which to an extent I can understand, but Isaac, you shut me out. You got these super cool powers and we got away from dad, but after that, you just pushed me away!"

Isaac's eyes widen, "That isn't true!"

"Yes it is, and you know it, I can see it on your face! Not to mention you ran away to London when things got tough! When I needed you most you were thousands of miles away, and fuck if that didn't hurt!"

Isaac falters before he responds in a softer voice, "But...Allison."

I stiffen and I feel a hand on my back and I realize Scott had moved over to stand by me at some point. I huff trying to remain calm, "Yeah, well you weren't the only one that lost her, we all did. She was Scott's first love, Lydia's best friend, and like the older sister I always wanted, and Stiles." I take a deep breath before moving closer to Stiles and grabbing his hand squeezing it in reassurance, "God, Isaac, Stiles blamed himself for her death for months. You have no idea how much he went through, yet you still treat him like shit over some false assumption he stole me away or something, and I've heard you on more than one occasion imply that he had something to do with Allison. Even though I know you don't believe that."

I take a breath and I can physically see Isaac's face soften at the mention of Stiles blaming himself for Allison's death. I move back over to Scott needing the stability he offers me before speaking again, "Listen to me Isaac, I love you with all my heart, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel that same love for Stiles. Hell, I have the same love for Lydia too, it's the love between siblings. But you have to believe me that I didn't replace you, I just added to my family, but you were never, ever replaced."

I glance at Stiles to make sure talking about Allison hasn't affected him too bad before turning back to Isaac as he visibly relaxes. I think we all tense up slightly when he pulls Stiles into a hug which has Stiles looking at me as if he has no idea what's going on. I shrug just as clueless as him before I hear Isaac whisper, "Jesus, Stiles, that wasn't your fault. I-I thought you knew that, but I should have known your guilt complex wouldn't allow for that."

I sniffle and hold back happy tears before turning to face Scott, "I'm sorry we had such a big fight on your birthday."

Scott's eyes widen as does his smile, "Are you kidding me?! Babe, this is the best birthday gift ever!" I hear Stiles snort slightly at that comment before him and Isaac are hugging it out again.

I look up as the sound of high heels make their way to the kitchen before Lydia stops in her tracks with wide eyes, "What the hell did I miss?"

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I smile and look around at the family all packed into the living room. Noah and Derek are talking about only god knows what, Liam, Isaac, Scott, and Stiles are crammed on the couch as Scott and Liam help the other two boys get to know each other a little better. Lydia and Melissa are currently in the kitchen helping with last minute preparations, oh crap yeah that's why I'm out here, "Who's in charge of grilling?"

With that all the men accept for Derek and Liam jump up and I roll my eyes, "Okay, no to literally all of you except Noah. Literally don't know why I even asked."

The boys scoff in indignation and I raise an eyebrow and look at them, "Scott you burn everything, Isaac you literally burned water, I'm not trusting you with a grill. I turn to Stiles and smile sympathetically, "Stiles, oh darling Stiles."

Stiles narrows his eyes, "I feel like I'm about to get made fun of." I shrug before saying, "Stiles, I don't trust you with fire. Don't get me wrong you're a hell of a cook, but I don't think grilling is for you. You'd burn your eyebrows off somehow, and trust me, you'd look even worse with no eyebrows."

He rolls his eyes before slumping back onto the couch and muttering, "Bitch." I roll my eyes and Scott smacks him with a throw pillow, "That's my wife, be nice."

I kiss Scott's cheek and grab the pillow, "Thank you for defending my honor but it's fine, it's normal. He calls me bitch and I call him asshole, dick, bitch, dipshit, idiot, bastard, stupid, bitch ass pu-" This time I'm cut off by Stiles, "Alright! We get it, you call me every name in the book of insults. I love you too."

I snort before turning back to go into the kitchen with Noah following behind me.

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Everyone is playing an aggressive game of football in the backyard, with Lydia as referee, while Melissa and I clean up in the kitchen. I glance out the window as Isaac tackles Stiles to the ground before Stiles flips him the bird as he pushes himself off the ground.

I snort as Melissa hands me another dish, "I think those two are going to get along just fine." Melissa hums in agreement before asking, "So, when were you going to tell me you were trying to get pregnant?"

My mouth open and closes like a fish as I look at her, "W-what? H-how did you even know that?"

She smiles, "I accidentally pulled up your record the other day and saw all the tests you had done, I didn't look at the results though. I didn't want to overstep too much."

I blush and play with the dish towel I'm holding before leaning on the counter, "I wasn't sure I could have kids, that's why I had all the tests done. Scott's wanted kids ever since we started dating but infertility runs in my family and I wasn't sure if I could even get pregnant. I told him before we got married and he said he didn't care and that we could adopt but I could see how much he wanted one of his own."

Melissa frowns and dries her hands before laying one on my shoulder, "Oh, Sweetheart, what did the doctors say?" I feel a small smile tug on my lips, "They told me I'm perfectly healthy and shouldn't have any trouble whatsoever with conceiving. That's, uh, that's actually his birthday gift from me."

Her eyes widen before she squeals quietly, "I'm so excited! I've been wondering when to expect a grandchild but I didn't say anything since it wasn't really my place." I chuckle as I lean into her, "Well, I have a feeling you won't have to wait much longer."

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When the door closes and everyone has left I turn to Scott with a smile, "So, how was your birthday?"

He grabs me by the waist and pulls me into his chest, "Well, Stiles and Isaac becoming friends is by far the best birthday gift ever."

I wrap my arms around the back of his neck and play with the baby hairs on his neck, "You haven't gotten your gift from me yet, lover boy."

He smirks and hums, "Does this have anything to do with why you sent Isaac home with Stiles and Lyds?"

I blush suddenly feeling nervous before clearing my throat, "Well, that's part of it."

He raises an eyebrow while smirking, "And what's the other part."

I suck in a breath as butterflies dance in my stomach, "I went to the doctor and I had some tests done, just to be sure." His hands tighten on my waist and I can see the confusion and concern on his face, "Are you okay?"

I smile and nod, "Yeah, I just, I think its time we throw out the condoms."

His eyes widen before his smile does but when he processes what I said he's cupping my face, "You can get pregnant? They said that?"

I nod wrapping a hand around each of his wrists, not to pull him away but just to feel him, "Yeah, they said my chances of getting pregnant are high, and I'm actually ovulating today sooo..."

I'm cut off by a kiss and when he pulls away he laughs, "I lied, this is the best birthday gift I could ever ask for!"

I smirk, "Well, what are you waiting for? Let's get to the fun part."

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"Oh god, Scott!"

At the moan of his name he sucks my clit into his mouth as his fingers pump in and out of me faster. I whimper and grab his hair pulling him closer, "S-so close."

Right as I'm about to drown in ecstasy he pulls away. I whine and try to pull him back to where I want him but he ignores me and makes his way up so he is directly above me.

He leans down and captures my lips in a sloppy kiss and I moan as I taste myself on his lips. I feel him shift ever so slightly above me before my eyes are rolling back as he enters me in one go. The groan he lets out is the most beautiful sounds I've heard, up until he rasps, "Fuck, Baby, I forgot how good you feel without a condom."

I thrust my hips up and arch into him as he moves getting faster with each thrust. I mewl as he leaves kisses up and down my neck, "Faster."

He growls lowly against my neck before moving faster than humanly possible and it has me screaming his name. "Oh, fuck, don't stop!"

On a particularly hard thrust I whine out his name as my nails rake down his back, no doubt leaving quickly healing scratches. The one thing I complain about when it comes to his werewolf powers is that I can never mark him like he does me. When I told him he just shrugged, chuckled, and then told me that in a few months he'd have a ring on his finger that would get the message out loud and clear that he was taken.

When he figured out I was genuinely sad about it he surprised me by getting my name tattooed on the inside of his left wrist. That was my best birthday gift I ever got.

I'm brought back to the moment when Scott mutters, "So close, you want a baby, I'll make sure you get it." I moan as he circles my clit urging me towards my high.

I arch my back, digging my nails into his shoulders as I cum with a shout of his name and within seconds he's falling over the edge and spilling inside me.

When he collapses beside me he brushes hair off of his forehead before asking, "You think it'll take?"

I smile and shrug, "I don't know, but the doctor told me that if we really want to get pregnant we should have sex at least once a day."

He growls and rolls us over before smirking, "Oh, don't you worry, that won't be a problem. Any chance we get, I'm fucking you until you can't see straight."

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It's been about a month since Scott's birthday party and true to his word, if we had even five minutes alone he was filling me with his cum. Even with all the trying I haven't shown any signs of being pregnant, no nausea, no weird food cravings, no extra tiredness, not a single sign.

Every day that passes I get a little more disheartened and wonder if the doctors got it wrong, if I really couldn't have kids. I never brought up my worries to Scott because he was convinced it would happen soon, and I didn't have the heart to discourage him.

I'm currently home alone standing in the kitchen when the front door opens and Lydia comes swooping in, "Hey, Y/N/N."

I smile and look at her, "Hey, Lyds, what's up?"

She slumps onto a barstool at the island before groaning, "Nothing, just the usual, period cramps and mood swings. Poor Stiles thought I was going to break up with him last night because I was so bitchy."

I snort, "That'd break his poor little heart, especially since he's got that engagement ring still stashed in his sock draw."

She laughs and shakes her head, "Nope, he moved it. I don't know where to but I think he has a suspicion that I found it. I'm just proud of myself for not looking at it."

I laugh as I slather mayonnaise on a piece of bread when Lydia grimaces, "Geez, is your period coming? Last I checked you only used a little bit mayonnaise, not a whole jar."

I roll my eyes before I falter a little bit, she's right about the mayonnaise and when I think about it, my period should have came last week, but it didn't. I feel my heart flutter at the thought before blocking it out and turning to Lydia, "I dunno, maybe."

She nods before getting up and rummaging through the cabinets, "Oh my god, really Y/N/N?" I turn to look at her and see her holding up a bag of dill pickle chips, "These things are an abomination."

I groan and roll my eyes, "No they aren't, besides, I like them. They have just the right amount of vinegar."

Lydia narrows her eyes and looks me up and down before humming. I furrow my eyebrows before it hits me, I don't like vinegar, in fact I despise it. I can't help but think that this is it, these are the signs I've been looking for and I completely overlooked them.

Lydia grabs a granola bar before turning to me, "Anyways, I came over to see if I could borrow that book we found the other week in that weird witch's hut."

I nod and hum, "Yeah, sure, it's in Scott's office on the second row of his bookshelf on the right side of the door when you walk into the room. I think it's the fourth book in." She stares at me in amazement, "Sometimes I forget how good of a memory you have."

She's there for about another thirty minutes before she heads back down the street towards her and Stiles' house. As soon as she's out the door I run up the stairs taking two at a time until I burst into Scott and I's bathroom.

I rummage through the cabinet until I reach the pregnancy test that was laying, buried, in the back. I look at the box as I take a deep breath reminding myself that there is still a very strong possibility that it'll be negative.

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I tap my foot impatiently as I wait for the timer to go off. The house is completely silent except for the sound of my foot tapping on the tile and my quiet pleas, "Please, please, please, be positive. Please be positive."

When the timer goes off I turn it off before bracing myself that there's still a chance that it's negative. Even though I was so impatient for the timer to go off I stand in the bathroom staring at the test for another two minutes before I finally get up the nerve to look at it.

I take one last deep breath before grabbing the test and flipping it over and I can't help the excited scream I let out when I read the words on the small screen, Pregnant, with a little 3+ under it.

I sit on the edge of the tub in surprise, I can't believe it, all this time I was stressing about whether I could get pregnant or not, I was, pregnant.

Wait, if I'm pregnant, why hasn't Scott heard the heartbeat? I grab my phone and breath a sigh of relief when the great powers of Google say that a babies heartbeat usually isn't heard until 5 1/2 weeks, which means I more than likely got pregnant on his birthday or right after.

Oh my god, Scott! I have to tell Scott!

I run down the stairs grabbing my keys before stopping and thinking this through, okay, its 11:30 Scott's lunch break is at 12:30 and he always comes home even though I've usually already eaten. He has to be back at Deaton's at 1:30 which means he'll have time to process the news before he goes back to work.

I hang my keys back up before making my way to the couch and turning on the tv, okay, I only have to wait an hour, it's not that long.

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This has been the longest hour of my life.

By the time 12:30 rolls around I've paced through the whole house about fifty times and when the front door clicks shut and I hear Scott yell for me I can't help it, I shriek.

Before Scott has a chance to brace himself I've tackled him in a hug. He holds onto me as he chuckles, "Well, someone's glad to see me."

I mumble into his shirt but he pulls me away with confusion and amusement on his face, "What?"

I chuckle as my cheeks hurt from how wide my smile is before I repeat myself, "I said, I'm pregnant."

His mouth drops and he stutters, "Wha-what?"

I run into the living room grabbing the test off the coffee table before running back to him and handing it to him. He looks at it and his eyes widen even more, "Three weeks? My birthday..."

I nod and chuckle, "Yeah, your birthday."

The surprise leaves his face and before I know it I've been swept into his arms as he laughs, "You're pregnant! We're having a baby!"

I chuckle and agree with him before he shouts, "Best birthday gift ever!"

#scott mccall #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #derek hale #scott mccall x reader #scott mccall smut #noah stilinski #melissa mccall #lydia martin #isaac lahey

[junnieverse]

LOVE IS EMBARRASSING ➳ K. SUNOO

➙ synopsis: you felt like a complete fool. you told everyone he was 'the one' but seeing sunoo with someone else hit you like a truck. it was humiliating having to deal with the fact that you so easily fell for him and yet he had his eyes set on someone else. you knew you had to let him go and yet you were still holding on onto false hope.

pairing: kim sunoo x fem!reader (but i'm sure it's gn imo as far as I am concerned)

genre: angst, unrequited love au

word count: 1.6k

warnings: not proofread, reader cries, reader self hating, just alot of hurt

a/n: here is the next update. I haven't been writing much due to my final exams but I hope you still like this though :)

— GUTS X ENHYPEN SERIES MASTERLIST !

"Are you still waiting on him to call you?" you hear your roommate ask as she catches you checking your phone every few minutes as you laid sprawled across your bed.

Not that you wanted to admit it but it was true.

It had been a week or so since Sunoo had last spoken to you and asked for you to give him some 'space'.

It was more than obvious this was just his way of trying to get you to back off but on the other hand you wanted to think of this in a more positive light and assume he was simply busy in his own personal life.

"No, not at all. Sunoo isn't ignoring me or anything. He just has an extremely busy and demanding life." you try to defend not only yourself but try to excuse Sunoo's poor behaviour.

For hours and days you waited for some sort of communication from Sunoo and got nothing, you really were a fool.

Kim Sunoo was a close friend of yours you had been introduced to at school when you both joined the drama club at your college and his bright smile and pretty eyes instantly won you over.

It didn't take long for you to realise that you were deeply infatuated by the guy and slowly but surely, you were also falling in love with him too.

"I think he's the one." you admit to your best friend sitting on the bleachers watching Sunoo play rugby with a group of his friends and you hear her burst out in laughter to your statement leaving you puzzled.

"What's so funny?" you ask her as she calms down from her laughing.

"You haven't even known Sunoo for that long and you are so sure that this is end game? He'll you haven't even went out on a single date with him." she tells you factually not believing what you had just said but you nod in response to her previous question admiring as he played down by the field.

"Yeah I do think it's end game. How long I've known him or the fact that we haven't gone on a date doesn't matter, what does is I can definitely see myself walking down the aisle with him having the picture perfect wedding." you say confidently taking a sip of your drink.

It may have sounded incredibly delusional but you could really see it, Sunoo was everything you wanted in a partner and you were smitten to the point of imagining the possibility of tying the knot with him.

As if having heard you talking about him, Sunoo lifts his head up meeting your gaze before flashing his bright smile and throwing a friendly wave at you as you shyly waved back.

He truly seemed perfect in your eyes at the beginning, but you also knew Sunoo was unattainable.

He had been in an on and off relationship with a past lover of his and even when they weren't together, you could tell Sunoo wasn't completely over his ex either.

Although you didn't want that to stop you from still pursuing him.

You thought building a friendship with Sunoo first was a step in the right direction to getting to know him and before you knew it, you were a close friend in his group of friends, a confidant to him.

He could always turn to you even with his own relationship problems because it was just a friendship basis between the two of you… right?

Because of this, you somehow put your feelings on the back burner always being at Sunoo's beck and call for the days he wanted to celebrate with a few drinks because he got back together with his ex girlfriend, to the rainy nights he cried into your shoulder because they had yet again broken up and she had a new boyfriend.

You thought that just maybe through everything you had been through always being by his side, that just maybe Sunoo would finally notice you as more than just a friend he can go to after a rough patch with his ex.

You had finally mustered up the courage to confess to him at a party his friend was hosting but soon backed out last minute out of fear of rejection although later that very same night after a few drinks, you ended up telling Sunoo you liked him to which he simply thought you were too drunk and talking nonsense.

It had been a few days since that happened and you were too embarrassed to face Sunoo but you knew you would have to clear the air and reconfirm your feelings in a sober state and talking to Sunoo was your biggest priority at that moment.

Making your way to the music room where you had been informed he was, you take a deep breath stepping closer to the door as you heard the faint sound of Sunoo's voice and another girl laughing.

Peeping through the slightly open door you notice Sunoo sitting by the piano with his now ex girlfriend as they played the instrument together.

Watching the two, your eyes start filling up with tears and suddenly his ex now has her hand on his face pulling Sunoo closer as they shared an intimate kiss.

You felt your legs weaken as a soft gasp escaped your lips witnessing the scene in front of you but also capturing the attention of the two. Before they could notice you, with the little strength you had left, you ran to the nearest bathroom, locking yourself in the stall as you were crying as your chest ached.

You felt incredibly embarrassed as of right now, but more than ever, you felt hurt.

This was all so stupid, YOU felt stupid too!

For months you tried to express yourself and your feelings so vulnerably but it felt like you were talking to a wall.

Maybe you just weren't good enough for him… that no matter how much you sacrificed of yourself you still wouldn't be pretty, smart or good enough for Sunoo.

You were losing so much of yourself for him but no matter how much you gave up… you would only end up coming back to him.

Yes, Sunoo knew about your feelings for him but despite having confessed (drunkenly), it felt like he was slowly starting to push you away.

You felt like a fool for trying so hard to win someone over knowing very well his heart belonged to someone else but you still held onto this little grain of hope that maybe he could come around and realise he had to move on (and preferably to you).

You had tried to move on yourself as well, anything to distract you from Sunoo.

From join other clubs to even getting a 'second-string' weirdo to try forget about the unrequited love but to no avail. Even blatantly avoiding him worked against your favour when he came looking for you.

"Hey, (Y/n)! I haven't seen you in awhile, I almost thought you were avoiding me." Sunoo stops you in the hallway as he jokingly adds on that last part expecting you to laugh along to which you hadn't.

"I've just been busy I guess… see you another time." you respond blandly not even looking up at him.

Before you could turn around and take your leave Sunoo gently grabbed on your wrist stopping you from leaving as he quickly detected something was wrong.

"Are you okay? You've never-" he asks before you cut him off reassuring him you were perfectly fine as you managed to get your hand out of his grip.

"Are you sure? I can-" he double checks trying to look into your eyes as you still avoided eye contact.

"Sunoo please… please just stop okay. Everything between us is so confusing and I'm the one left hurting. One minute you act all sweet and caring around me then the next you need 'space' away from me and don't talk to me for weeks. I feel like a measly second option to you and it's so embarrassing. You know how i feel about you and you still haven't expressed how you feel, you just go back to talking to me like nothing happened at all when there's been this big elephant in the room. I don't want to just keep being the person you go to when you cry over your ex, I wanted to be yours but clearly we aren't on the same page with that." you let out holding back your tears.

All of this had been weighing heavily on your chest and finally being able to tell him felt like you no longer carried any burdens.

Sunoo on the other hand stood quietly in front of you looking down seemingly taking in what you had said.

Everything was starting to hit him and the guilt was seeping in too.

All this time he knew how you felt about him but he only put up a wall and avoided confronting the situation because he knew he still was too invested in his relationship with his ex.

"I-" Sunoo croaks out but was stopped by your words.

"Maybe this time I need some space from you." you say coldly as you looked him straight in the eye before turning around and leaving to go to your next class.

Breaking the strong facade after being out of his sight, you wipe the tear running down your cheek before shortly looking back then continuing on your way.

Love was a lot of things.

It could be a crazy adventure, a sweet dream, a heartbreaking experience and an intense whirlwind for some.

But love sure was just downright embarrassing for you.

SERIES TAGLIST: @enhastolemyheart @jungwonscafe @firstclassjaylee @bahiyyihina

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[tadpoles-and-daydreams]

Just so y'all know, I'm pouring some of my soul out in this post. It gets emotional-please mind the gaslighting tw <3 There's no pressure to read this, I just feel this needs to be said and hopefully will help someone out there.

In case this helps someone, the reason I say "Telling witchlings/baby witches that negative entities will pretend to be deities, or that they can't trust their deities is damaging" is because it damaged my craft directly. Not only as a witchling, but even now.

When I first started it was because I hid that I was working with Persephone from everyone except close friends, because I was scared I would be judged. Persephone came to me, and I had no reason to ignore the call. There was no questioning whether it was truly a goddess that had stepped into my head when I woke up from the fever dream (affectionate) that she sent me with the name "Persephone" blaring in my head.

Even now, Loki spent a solid chunk last night, late as hell, sitting with me while I spiraled. And it was a bad spiral, at least by my standards. I'm really good at gaslighting myself, not-so-fun fact, and I saw something talking about people convincing themselves that deities were around when really it was just their own imagination. I understand that that post might be helpful to some, so if anyone knows what post I'm talking about PLEASE do not attack them. And if you happen to have posted that, PLEASE do not continue reading this post and please don't feel bad. I don't remember if it was in my following or for you or your tags- but that's not the point.

The point is, of course my brain decided that today was the day to fuck me up! Yayyyyy. /s I had already been, due to some recent information I got about where my deity work will be going (that's a separate post) questioning the validity of my craft. Who the HELL am I to do that sort of work? Why me? I'm just some dude. I'm not even "just some dude" I'm some dude who actively struggles to do just about anything in life. Y'all I was having A TimeTM and seeing that post was the final straw.

So I sat there, cards in hand, completely unable to get any direct communication from Loki because my head was too loud and I was questioning whether or not they were even real at all. And I've gone from "trickster energy = asshole who laughs at others" to trusting Loki with all I have so quickly, because they sat with me. I could feel them even if I couldn't "hear" them. Card after card telling me I'm supported, I'm on the right path, what I've been told I'm meant to do is my path and not some "'chosen one' bullshit" as I remember wording it. Nothing but love and support. I pulled The Fool twice, which just felt like a nudge of "Hey, I really am here." (For those of you who may not know, The Fool is associated with Loki!)

This is.... a vulnerable thing to put in a tumblr post, but I leave it here anyway. I did get one thing from him, as I was going to bed. I thanked them for staying, even when I was too stressed and overwhelmed to hear them. And somewhere in the back of my mind, very firmly, I get; "I will ALWAYS be here." Long pause at the implication, because I know that deities often come and go just like people. "Always?" "Mhm." cue the clear image of them grinning.

So, apparently, Loki is here to stay with me for good. I'm so grateful to have them in my life.

But this is what I mean when I say it's bad to scare the witchlings. That post scared me, outright triggered me, and I've been around witchcraft my whole life and actively practicing for four years. Please stop telling people they're "just imagining" their deities.

#witchcraft #paganism #witchblr #pagan witch #pagan #eclectic pagan #paganblr #witch community #deity work #witch blog #tw gaslighting #tw gaslighting mention

[random-writing-thoughts]

Thought #204.2

This one won't leave my head 😁

Previous

Warnings: restraints, swearing

Hero shook her head. "No. No. No." It only came out as a soft mumble from behind her gag.

Sidekick sighed and rolled his eyes. "Stop mumbling. It's making you look weak."

Hero glared at him and pulled at the ropes that tied her to the chair.

If I could just...

Hero felt a knot close to her fingers and smiled.

Untie myself from the chair I could...

Footsteps got louder and Hero snapped her head to the staircase. Villain stepped into the kitchen and smiled at Hero.

"Hero. I'm so glad to see you again."

That voice sent shivers down Hero's spine.

Sidekick stood and Villain walked over to him.

"Nice work." Villain turned to Hero and grabbed her face moving it in every direction. "No bruises. No injuries. I'm impressed."

He let go( of her face and sat across from her. "And the gag is a nice touch."

Hero glared at both Sidekick and Villain and let out a string of swear words.

Which came out as a soft mumble.

Villain smiled and pulled a pile of papers from his briefcase.

"We are going to keep that gag in place so I can go over the changes to your contract in peace."

Hero's eyes widened. Changes?

She started frantically picking at the knot she could reach as Villain cleared his throat.

"First, we are extending your contract. Right now you only have a month left, but because you disappeared for two and didn't bring back what you were supposed to we are adding three months to your contract."

Hero whimpered.

Villain ignored her. "Second, seeing as though your first mentor didn't seem to change any of your behaviors we are reassigning Sidekick to be your mentor."

Hero glared at Sidekick.

"I accept." He said with a sly grin.

Hero shook her head and looked down at her lap.

Finally.

She got the knot untied and her hands were not connected to the chair anymore. She pulled the rope close to her and set it down on the chair.

"Finally..." Villain looked at Hero. "Actually this one I want her to be able to talk to us. Sidekick could you?"

Sidekick walked in front of Hero and put a finger under her chin pushing her head up.

"I'd be happy to." He grabbed one side of the tape and in one swift motion ripped it off.

Hero winced.

He pulled the sock out of her mouth and dropped it into her lap.

He moved back behind Villain.

"Now Hero, this is your time to say anything you would..."

"Fuck you."

Hero stood and sprinted towards the stairs with her hands still tied behind her back.

All I have to do is get upstairs and into my bedroom and I can lock my door.

She started up the stairs.

I can do this. I can...

A hand wrapped around her ankle. She fell hard onto the stairs hitting her shoulder and head.

She turned and saw Sidekick holding her ankle.

"Why. Can't. You. Just. Leave. Me. Alone?" She punctuated each word with a kick towards Sidekick.

Sidekick grabbed her other ankle and pulled her down the stairs. He grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet.

"Because I'm your mentor now and I can't let you fail again."

He pushed her back to the chair. "Anyone got handcuffs?"

Someone threw him handcuffs and he caught them effortlessly and bent down behind Hero.

He clasped one cuff around her left wrist tightly. He wove the other cuff around the back of the chair and clasped the other tightly around her other wrist.

He untied the rope and tisked at the rope burns she had. "Shame you couldn't stop yourself from hurting yourself. We will work on that."

She struggled against the cuffs and glared at Sidekick as he walked back behind Villain.

Villain chuckled. "This situation leads perfectly into the last change to the contract."

"Perfect I'm so excited to hear the bullshit you're going to make me do." Hero mumbled as she continued to pull at the handcuffs.

"Being the most defiant member we've had you will be the only student Sidekick has." Villain continued.

Hero froze.

"You will no longer do outside missions alone, Sidekick will go with you so we don't have a repeat of what happened two months ago."

Hero started shaking her head. "No. No."

"And lastly Sidekick is allowed to decide what kind of punishments he feels are necessary to make you start to follow the rules."

Sidekick stepped to Villain's side. "I am happy to do so. Hero will be following the rules in no time. I promise."

Next

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[mina-saiyat]

Twice Interactive Story Part 422-456 Better than Medicine (Nayeon, Jihyo, Feat. Jeongyeon)

You laying on your bed, trying to settle your relationships, but it is too complicated, you just give up. You still can smell Nayeon's scent on your bed, you try to get more of it and slowly fall asleep.

'Oppa, wake up.' You open your eyes and see Dahyun standing next to your bed. 'Are you ok, Oppa? It's night already.'

"I'm fine Dahyun." As I look over to Nayeon's bags she left, I say "Let's take Nayeon's bags to her, when we get to her place you can bring them to her I'll stay in the car."

'You sure you wanna do that, Y/N?' Jihyo comes into your room, 'I don't think she need these clothes so urgently that you need to deliver back to her right now. You both need time to settle.'

'Perhaps we should have the dinner first?' Dahyun asks.

My voice is shaky, "N-no, I have to give them back to her. What's she going to do without them?" I get and start to make my way to the door.

'Oppa...'

'No, Dahyun, let him go, he is not going for the clothes.' Jihyo grabs Dahyun's arm and stop her.

You take Nayeon's suitcase and get on your car, ready to give back her the belongings.

I drive to her apartment not really thinking. As I arrive, I get a feeling of nervousness course through my body. I slowly make my way up to her door suitcase in hand.

You are so nervous that you just stand in front of her door before you could make up your mind to knock on the door.

Finally, you have the courage to do it, but what you hear makes you shocked. 'It must be the pizza, open the door please honey.' Nayeon is calling other as honey at her home? You never heard that Nayeon is sharing the flat with any man, is she cheating on you all along?

You can hear he is stepping to the door.

I just calm myself, I've already said everything I've had to.

The door is opened, but Nayeon's honey is not a man, instead, she is a woman with short hair, you feel your heart stop beating for a second.

'Who are you, how can you get in of the building.' The girl asks you.

I ignore her question, "I'm just here to return this bag to Nayeon. Can you give it to her?" I lift the suitcase, ready to hand it to the woman.

The girl does not take the suitcase, she shouts to flat. 'Nabong, there's a man wanna give you something.'

'OK, coming, Jeongyeonie.'

You and Nayeon just look at each other, having nothing to say.

I feel tears well up in my eyes, a simple "I'm sorry," is all I can muster before raising her the suitcase. "I thought you would need these. I packed them well." I say in a whisper. I place her bag down and take one last good look at her before turning around, waiting for her to close the door on me.

'Ya, you are the one who cheated on Nabong? You bastard!' Jeongyeon grabs your hand, forcing you to turn back.

Jeongyeon raise her hands to ready to slab your face hard, Nayeon rushes over to stop her. 'No, Jeongyeon, stop! What are you doing? Let him go.'

"I deserve it Nayeon. I don't deserve any kindness."

'No, what are you talking about, Y/N. We end it peacefully, we both have faults.'

'Stop protecting him, Nayeon. This bustard deserves punishment.' Jeongyeon free her hand and slaps you real hard.

'Y/N, are you ok?' Nayeon comes over to check you.

"I'm fine Nayeon. Don't worry about me anymore. I'm sorry for bothering you."

'Y/N, I...' Nayeon is speechless from your self-defeating.

'Nayeon, I love you, but I don't deserve you anymore.' You struggle to stand up and leave.

'Let him go, Nabong. He just want mercy that he does not deserve.' Jeongyeon grabs Nayeon back to the flat and close the door loudly.

Both of you don't know each other is crying, even you two are just separated by a door. The path of your life become different, no more parallel, no more contradictions, just two straight line heading different directions.

I head back home and immediately go to my room.

You drive back home and just hide in your room, don't wanna talk to others.

'Knock Knock'

'No, don't come in, I can't talk for this moment.'

However, the door is open. Jihyo enters with a bottle of wine. 'I guess you need this.'

Jihyo sits beside you, pouring wine for you. 'So, how is it, have you told her everything you want?'

"I told her everything before then, i just wanted to see her on last time." I take the glass of wine, and drink it.

You empty the glass and let pass the bottle to Jihyo, she immediately pour again for you. 'Just make sure you are not regret, Y/N. It's really heartbreaking.'

'Cheers, lets say goodbye to all these sadness.'

"Cheers Jihyo" I drown my sorrows out with her.

You and Jihyo keep drinking, soon the wine is finished, you try to go out to Kitchen for a new bottle. You lose balance when you stand up, and your fall on Jihyo, you head exactly fall on Jihyo's big tits.

'Seems you really need some treatment right, injured soul?' Jihyo smirks.

"Maybe we could heal each other" I say more than a little tipsy. My hands grab the back of Jihyo’s thighs. "What do you say?"

'You are my best medicine, Y/N.' Jihyo grabs your head and start kissing you. Her legs are crossing your back.

Maybe both of you are drunk, it’s also maybe you two lonely people just want a way to drive away the loneliness. You slowly fall into her lips, your hand goes into her lingerie, playing with her tits.

I knead one of her breasts with my hand while the other tries to get my pants down. I ask Jihyo if she could help me.

'How do you want me to help you?' Jihyo smiles seductively, she stops your hand and removes her pajamas, it's another sexy lingerie that different from last time.

'How many sexy lingerie you have Jihyo? It's look so good on you.' You are turned on by the view you are seeing.

'I can play with you for a month with different lingerie every day, Daniel does not have the fortune, maybe you can?' Jihyo smirks before she goes down to take care your cock.

"I can always play with you Jihyo." I caress her cheek. "Let me take care of you too." I help Jihyo move, her lower lips are a few inches from my face. I get in close and lick her, while she takes care of my cock.

You and Jihyo are in a 69 position, licking each other. Maybe Jihyo's breast is too eye-catching, you did not notice she has a fat ass too. You can't hold on and just spank her ass, Jihyo moans instantly after your spanking.

You are more turned on by her moan, you increase the pace of your tongue and hand.

I'm driving Jihyo to an early orgasm as I dig my tongue deep into her pussy. My hands squeeze her ass when I start to feel my own orgasm approach. My fingers drift towards her pussy and I start fingering her while I focus my tongue on her clit.

Jihyo cums before you, you can feel her body shivers when she reaches orgasm. You keep sucking her nectar, and your hand change from spanking to caressing her ass.

Jihyo stops her action while she is enjoying her orgasm, you desperately want to cum and you moan her name.

I thrust my hips slightly, the tip pf my cock just barely poking her chin to remind her to continue. "Jihyo please, I'm so close."

'Your horny boy can't just wait a second?' Jihyo grabs your cock inside her cleavage, her bra is a natural protection that fixes the position of her tits, preventing your cock from slipping out. Your cock is already fully lubricated by her saliva. Jihyo just moving her body so fast to pleasure you, you can see her ass is shaking right in front of you.

I spank Jihyo as she moves back and forth. "Aren't you the one who's been making moves?"

'You are the one who teased me last time Y/N.' Jihyo goes faster after hearing your provocative. She can feel your cock start to pulse in her cleavage, 'You miss my tits, don't you? I know you are staring it since we first met each other. Have you ever fucked other girls with a big tits just like me?'

"You know I haven't, otherwise I wouldn't have stared at them. I love your big tits Jihyo. Fuck I'm going to cum."

Jihyo continues to tease you. 'Show me how much you love you have for me tits.'

'Ah! Jihyo!'

Jihyo kisses your tips,' Is it why you take in me? Wanted to taste my big tits that your girlfriend does not have?'

"Don't you mention her." I spank Jihyo, plunge three fingers into her pussy and lap at her clit.

'Ah, Sorry, Y/N.' Jihyo moans loudly to your sudden assault.

'But isn't you take in me for my big breast huh? You think about my tits even you are fucking... fucking her. ah...' Jihyo's pace is slowing down as you as playing her clits at the same time.

I start thrusting my hips, while I continue my assault on her. I add another finger as I continue. "I took you in because I wanted to help you out of a bad situation. I didn't want to see you cry anymore."

'Ah, no! Please don't say something like this.' Jihyo cums instantly after hearing your confession.

You keep thrusting your finger, helping Jihyo to ride out her orgasm.

Jihyo turn back her head to look at you, you can see something shine in her eye, is it tears?

'Please, Y/N, I am happy to hear you say this, but... but I am not expecting it and I don't want you to say it again.'

'Is it that hard for you to admit you addict to my tits huh?' Jihyo breaks the tears and smirks and increases her pace again.' Or does seducing other's wife to be fucked by you make you horny?'

"I'm being honest Jihyo." I say seriously.  "I didn't want to see you cry like that again."

Jihyo definitely can hear you but she ignores you this time. After stopping several times, you really go going to cum.

'Jihyo, I am going to cum.'

'You know what I wanna hear, say it now.' Jihyo slow down her movements.

"I love your tits."

Jihyo satisfied by your answer and pick up the pace.

'You wanna cum on my face or in my mouth, I can fulfill your wish.'

Your whole body jerk and you just want to cum.

"Drink my cum Jihyo." I moan as I stay on the edge of my orgasm.

Jihyo swallows your tips and lets you cum in her mouth, her hands do not stop, her cleavage is milking you, and she is thirsty like she is in desert, keep drinking your cum.

Jihyo stands up and turns around to you around you finish your orgasm, she opens her mouth to show you she have finished all of them.

"I hope you enjoyed the snack, we're just getting started Jihyo" I position myself behind Jihyo with my cock pressed against her pussy. "Tell me how much you want it."

'You are the only man who can make me cum, now please help my husband finish his duty, would you?' Jihyo bends down her upper body, allowing you to fuck her from behind easier.

'Or you want me to call you my husband?'

I ram my cock into her before answering with a laugh, "Is that what you want Jihyo? To be my wife?"

'Just some calling on the bed which can make you more excited, right?' Jihyo smirks.

'Isn't you excited when you are fucking your neighbor's wife?'

'Oh, that's it, I miss this feeling so much.' Jihyo starts moaning as you thrust in.

I ignore her words and start thrusting, spanking her every so often.

Jihyo moan loudly when you spank her ass every time, her upper body laying on the bed, and she arcs her hip so you can thrust hardly.

'Ah, yes, just like this Y/N.' You spank Jihyo's fat ass until it turns red.

With Jihyo's help I impale her with every thrust. I grab Jihyo's arms and pull them back as I continue thrusting. "Fuck you're so tight."

'Because that trash's dick is so small, OH, faster...' Jihyo tries to move, but she can't as you grab both of her hands, she is locked in the position.

'Harder, Y/N. Fuck my pussy into yourself. He can't fuck me anymore. Ah.'

I start to piston in and out of Jihyo, "I'll make you my woman Jihyo." I moan as I focus on the feeling of my cock sliding in and out of her pussy.

'OH, yes, I feel it's bigger, yes! Print my pussy in your shape.'

'I'm cumming, Y/N. I'm cumming!' Jihyo cums all over your cock, she nearly fall, but you still holding her hand to keep her balance, you did not stop your thrust. She is at your disposal now, she is too exhausted for any resistance.

As Jihyo's pussy got tighter I felt my own orgasm approach. I keep my pace, and tell Jihyo I'm going to cum inside her.

'Jihyo, you are so tight. I'm cumming, I gonna cum in you.' You feel Jihyo's pussy become tighter so you thrust faster.

'Yes, Y/N, cum in me. Give me a child and Daniel would raise him up for us!' Jihyo arcs her back and is ready to receive your cum.

"Fuck, have my children Jihyo!" I moan as I fill her womb with cum.

You flood Jihyo's womb with your cum, you two then collapse from the orgasm and fall on the bed.

'So full, Y/N. You make me so warm.' Jihyo play with your balls, draining your cum from your pocket. 'You really turned on by the idea that Daniel raise the children for us, huh?'

"Quiet, just enjoy the moment."

Jihyo kisses your cheek before she turns her back to you. She lays in your arms and puts your hands on her tits, you two keep silent for the moment.

I lower my hands to her stomach and kiss the back of her head. I feel the need to say something, but don't want to ruin the moment.

The silence continues, and both of you did not speak. You don't know how long you two are cuddling, Jihyo slowly gets away from you.

'I guess I should go now, Mina will come in the morning, don't want her mad at me for stealing her boss.' Jihyo wearing back the pajamas that you two throw on the floor.

"Why don't you stay for the night, it'll be fine." I say as I pull her arm gently.

'Really? You want me to stay?' Jihyo seems surprised by your reply, but she soon turns her head away. 'Well, it's no feeling right sleeping with others if we are not couple.'

'Goodnight, Y/N.' Jihyo kisses your forehead.

"Goodnight Jihyo." I give her a kiss and hold it for a few seconds before leaving her lips.

Jihyo is left, you are alone in your room, you look at all the mess on the bed and thinking about what Jihyo just told you. You are confused.

For now, I put the thought aside and just lay on my bed trying to sleep.

#minasaiyatis #twice smut #nayeon smut #jeongyeon smut #jihyo smut #nayeon angst #twice nayeon #twice jeongyeon #twice jihyo #twice imagines #kpop smut #female idol smut #girl group smut

[amaretigris]

The Long Game

A/n: Life has been kicking my ass lately 😮‍💨 Here's a very self-indulgent oneshot that I wrote while I should've been working on my next chapter of Developpe 😉🫠

2k words | Angst & smut suggestions

The loud music thrummed through the house. Suddenly, the sharp ringing that you'd grown accustomed to pierced your eardrums, as it had many times before. Grimacing and putting your hand not holding a drink up to your ear, you decided to venture out onto the porch for some relief. Weaving through the crowd, you pushed your way out the front door.

Vanessa's house parties were known to get a little crazy - not to mention crowded. Breathing in the fresh air that hit your nostrils, you glanced to your right at the empty porch swing. You surveyed the yard from the porch, seeing no one in sight. You sighed and walked over to the swing, slouching down in it. Your muscles were achy and tired from a long day at work. You hadn't particularly wanted to come to this party tonight, but Vanessa had a way of talking you into things.

It was a warm summer night, and the only noise out here, aside from the obnoxiously loud music in the house, was the chirping of crickets. If you closed your eyes, leaned your head back in the swing, and listened carefully, even beside the window, you could hear it. You don't know how long you stayed that way, with your eyes closed, letting the crickets urge you to sleep. The sound of the front door opening and music spilling out startled you to attention.

Jonah. He was standing at the door, holding a beer. He looked puzzled, seeing your slumped form out on the porch swing. You quickly sat yourself up, realizing that you'd almost let your drink topple out of your hand. You cleared your throat and rubbed your wet palm over your jeans.

"(Y/N)? Is everything alright?"

The question was unexpected. You stilled as soon as the sound hit your ears. Jonah was part of your friend group, had been for about 2 years, but he was the one that you knew the least. Anytime that you'd had the chance to be alone with the man, he'd fixed you with an icy glare and a cool demeanor. Not exactly inviting. He intimidated you, so you stayed away from him; even if you found him insanely attractive.

"Yes, I'm fine. Just tired," you excused before you sipped your drink, looking out at the grassy lawn.

For some reason, you had the unsettling feeling that Jonah's gaze never strayed from you.

"Did you fall asleep out here, alone? You should be more careful. There are a lot of people here tonight."

He was right. You knew it. But Jonah had always rubbed you the wrong way. His statement, however true it may be, made you bristle. You cleared your throat and met his eyes.

"I'm fine. I can handle myself. Plus, I highly doubt that anyone wants to kidnap me. They'd bring me back," you snapped.

Jonah said nothing, but stepped in your direction. The movement, as slight as it was, made you feel threatened. Cornered. On edge. You rose to your feet. You wanted to go back inside, away from Jonah. You tried to push past him, but he delicately caught your wrist. Firm enough to get your attention, but not firm enough to hurt. Pausing and blinking down at your wrist, your eyes rose to his. His face was serious, and his eyes showed something that could almost be described as concern.

"You should be more careful," he whispered, inching his face closer to yours.

"And you should get more sleep. I know that you just got a promotion at work, but don't overdo it."

You realized you'd been watching his lips. Flicking your eyes back to his cool blue ones, you furrowed your brow.

"Why do you do that? Completely ignore my existence, and then drop random information from time to time, like you know all about my life?"

You yanked your wrist out of his grasp. Jonah let you.

"Ariel, Sebastian, they're all worried about you. They say you've been working too much," he finally glanced away from your face, taking another swig of his beer, and acting uninterested in the conversation he initiated. 

You felt heat rise to your cheeks and you scoffed.

"Well, despite what they think, I'm fine," you spat.

Moving to shoulder your way past him, you were surprised again when Jonah whirled you to face him, his hands grabbing your jacket. He must have set his beer down. Before you could protest, you were face to face with him. You sucked in a sharp breath. You blinked, once, twice, as your eyes roved over his face. You didn't want to move, didn't want to speak, didn't want to breathe. Jonah's face was a mere inch or two from yours. Could you get away from him? Yes. Did you really want to? No.

"What's the matter," Jonah teased. "All that bark and no bite?"

His tone was dripping with condescendion.

"What're you doing, Jonah?" That was all you could muster.

Jonah sighed, drooping his head slightly, before sweeping his gaze back up to yours.

"Aren't you tired of it, (Y/N)? The cat and mouse game?"

You were completely lost.

"What cat and mouse game?" You practically squeaked.

Jonah rolled his eyes.

"Come on, (Y/N). You've had your fun. I don't mind the long game. I can be very patient, but you've made me wait for long enough."

Dropping your gaze to his lips again, lust clouded your vision.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you mumbled.

You were surprised he heard it.

"Really?" Jonah fixed you with an incredulous look.

When you had no reaction, still staring at his lips, Jonah pushed them forward, ghosting them over yours.

"Well then, leave. Walk away. I won't stop you."

You instinctively slacked your jaw, feeling his breath fan across the lower half of your face. Jonah's hooded eyes carefully studied yours. When you finally peeked up at him again through your eyelashes, Jonah saw a spark in them. Urgently molding your mouth to his, you reached beside you to the window sill, setting your glass down, so that you could wrap both arms around his neck.

The kiss was passionate. Ravenous even. Jonah's hand came up to your throat, squeezing it possessively. When you moaned into his mouth, Jonah startled away from you.

"Shit, (Y/N). We have to stop."

You were still leaning forward in the empty space he left behind. Your face was now the picture definition of confusion.

"What the hell do you mean?"

The arousal between your legs made you press your thighs together.

"I...I don't want to move too fast with you," Jonah shoved his hand through his hair and you swore he whispered fuck. 

"Like I said, I don't mind the long game. I just got carried away for a moment. I've been drinking."

Still stunned and utterly confused, you suddenly withdrew into yourself. Fixing your posture and crossing your arms over your chest, you took another second to look at Jonah before you turned to leave the porch and walk to your car. You hadn't drank much of anything, so you had no problem driving. If Jonah said anything, you didn't hear it over the music from the party inside.

Shifting your car into reverse, you cursed yourself for kissing him. Why did you do that? Sure, it was tempting. He was dark and mysterious. He may just so happen to be exactly your type. But he was in your friend group. You shouldn't have crossed that line.

Shedding your clothes as soon as you entered your apartment, you plopped into bed, and pulled the cover over your head.

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The next time you saw Jonah, three days later, he showed up at the restaurant where you'd met Vanessa for dinner. Meeting his eyes as he approached the booth, you kicked Vanessa under the table.

"Ow!" She grimaced at you.

"What the hell? I thought we were having dinner alone?" You sneered at her.

"What? It's just Sebastian and Jonah," she shrugged. "They were in the area."

As the two men approached your table, you cleared your throat, and grabbed your water. You politely smiled at Sebastian when he said hello, but you didn't let your eyes drift to Jonah. You watched with dread as Sebastian slid into the booth next to Vanessa.

No, no, no. Shit.

You felt Jonah's warmth radiating at your side as he slid on the bench next to you. Speaking of warmth, was it hot in here? You were suddenly sweating. While Vanessa and Sebastian were chatting, you examined your water glass. You felt eyes on you the entire time. Jonah's soft voice broke the silence.

"(Y/N), how are you?"

The question annoyed you. Finally meeting his persistent gaze, you tried to hold your chin up.

"I'm great. How are you?"

Jonah smirked.

"Great. It's funny, the last few days, I keep thinking of this woman that kissed me at the party the other night," he replied coolly.

Your eyes blew wide and you looked to your friends across the table to make sure they hadn't heard him. Lucky for you, they were still engrossed in their animated conversation. Licking your lips, you flicked your gaze back to Jonah's. Jonah spoke again before you got the chance.

"She left though. Left me on the porch, practically with my dick in my hand."

You swallowed and made sure, once again, that your friends had not overheard. They were still talking. You narrowed your eyes at Jonah.

"Hush. Don't say that so loud," you scolded. "And yes, I did leave you on the porch. You told me to stop, so I stopped."

Jonah's eyebrows knitted. You hated how much you wanted to soothe that crease out with your thumb.

"I said we should stop. I didn't mean solely you. I was rather enjoying where that was going, before you bailed."

It was your turn to furrow your brow. You crossed your arms over your chest defensively, just like you had the other night. The movement didn't go unnoticed by Jonah. His eyes dipped down to your arms and chest.

"I bailed because you said the word stop," you clarified.

"I shouldn't have kissed you in the first place. It's not like we know each other well. I'm sure you're probably used to women throwing themselves at you, but I don't chase. Especially when I don't even know much about you."

Jonah's eyes bounced between yours, like he was looking for something. Whatever it was, he must have found it. Amusement slid over his face.

"I'm flattered that you think so highly of me. Unfortunately, I've cut out the women who throw themselves at me in the last couple of years."

You stared at Jonah for a second, puzzled. Noticing your expression, he continued.

"You see, it was about this time a couple of years ago that I met this one particular woman. She didn't take much notice of me. I think I scared her off initially. She misread my anxiety as vanity. She never got close to me, but I kept up with her. I admired her. Her grit. Her hard work. Her determination. She's a spitfire in a small package, after all," Jonah smiled.

"So imagine my surprise when, the other night, I found her alone out on the porch. I approached her, and she kissed me. Just like that. Like she'd secretly been craving it all this time, too," Jonah angled his eyes at your face.

"Then I realized that I was being too intimate with her. I'd gotten too excited and skipped several steps. No decent man would treat her like that before taking her out on a date at least, right? But just as quickly as it happened, it ended, and she left. I'm sure you can imagine my disappointment."

Clenching your hand over your chest, you realized that your eyes were slightly teary. Glancing across the table, you found your friends wide-eyed, completely immersed in your conversation now. They looked dumbfounded.

Giggling at their expressions, you turned back to Jonah. He met you with a small smile, gauging your reaction to his speech. You uncrossed your arms and scooted closer to him on the bench. Letting your thumb reach up and smooth out the crinkle between his brows, you found him still staring at you. Those crystal blue eyes reminded you of the ocean. You could get lost in them. Letting out a laugh at the intensity of the moment, you pressed your lips to his.

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[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

We'll Save You (1/4)

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Janus finds himself stumbling into problems like one stumbles over rocks on the road, except some problems are a little worse than others.

But when he finally stumbles into someone who isn't like everyone else Janus' had met so far in this unforgiving world, he thinks that maybe there is some merit to the world after all.

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| Ao3 | Next Chapter -> |

Fic Warnings: implied + referenced abuse/torture. trauma, an oc character generally being creepy. referenced past starvation

Pairings: pre-established prinxiety, pre-romantic anaroceit.

Word Count: 4054

Notes: Hellloooo @anaroceitweek day 1 here - yes I'm tagging myself and participating in my own event shut up.

Ao3 is down so I can't post on there just yet, but I will later! So! Yeah!

My plan is to continue this fic with a few of the other prompts from this week if I can get the writing done in time, but I might not lol, they may be late. I really want to draw Roman from this au after I described him-

Also I'm flying by the seat of my pants for this fic (wtf does this phrase actually mean lmao) so I have planned NOTHING lol

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“Hello there little one,” said a whispering voice in the back of Janus’ mind that sent shivers down his spine. He ignored it, resolute, you weren’t supposed to talk to the voices in the forest, “My my, aren’t you far from home?”

Janus growled in the back of his throat, pushing forward. If he didn’t acknowledge the creepy voice speaking straight into his brain, then it would go away and leave him the hell alone. 

“What is such a little thing like you doing here in our woods anyway?” The voice sounded thoughtful, and Janus could almost picture a being putting a finger to their chin in curiosity with it.

He shook his head to get rid of the image and kept walking at his almost-too-quick pace, pushing back a branch, ducking under another one, stepping over the poisonous plant, keep going. 

“Careful where you step,” The voice crooned, almost mocking, Janus couldn’t resist the urge to glance around at the area. No one was there, he glared at the empty space anyway. 

“Why such a look, little one? I’m only trying to help,” The voice said, growing a little louder and slightly more persistent, the tone was almost a whine, but somehow Janus could tell that whatever was talking to him wasn’t genuinely upset.

“Shut up,” Janus muttered, pulling out a compass as he stopped for a moment, he groaned, finding he’d gone off course a little, turning and heading in the right direction.

“You shouldn’t be here,” The voice seemed to tease, “The woods are no place for a little mortal like you.”

“Yeah, well, don’t really have a choice do I,” Janus hissed at the empty forest around him, before slapping a hand over his mouth and sighing. Well, now he’d done it. 

“Oh how precious!” The voice seemed to laugh, “What are you running from, little one?”

“Nothing,” Janus snapped, “None of your business, whatever you are.”

“But it is my business, see,” They said voice punctuated with a cackle that had Janus paling, “Because you just stepped into my circle!”

“What,” Janus whispered, panicked now as he heard a whooshing breeze and suddenly the voice was gone. He looked around him, alarmed, to find that he was in fact standing in a circle - of pink and yellow flowers and mushrooms. He cursed, looking around again, this was a fairy circle, and he was stood in the centre of it. 

A strong, icy breeze whipped through the forest, tugging at his cloak and hair before settling again. Janus needed to get out of this circle before… but he couldnt’ seem to move his damn feet.

“What a surprise!” Someone said behind him, the voice sounded eerily similar to the one that had been speaking in his head, “Why, I haven’t had a visitor in years, welcome to my circle, little one.”

“Let me g-” Janus hissed, turning around only for his jaw to drop, the word he was speaking being cut off halfway through. 

Standing mere inches behind him was a person who could only possibly be fae. They smiled at him, the look on their face was something that might have been inviting, possibly even warm, if he took it at face value. 

Instead, he saw the undertones, something unnerving, and almost sinister. 

“Won’t you rest, little one, you’ve had such a long journey,” They said, cupping his face with their hand, he could already feel himself sinking to the ground, compelled by the siren-like melody of their words, “Yes that’s right, just rest, and tell me, what is your name, little one?”

Janus opened his mouth to reply, to answer, despite every part of him screaming no, to stay awake, to keep his name locked close to his chest. As his vision went black, he knew he wasn’t lucky enough to be so strong-willed. 

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Running. 

He was running. 

Where to? He didn’t know, where from? He shuddered to think.

His legs burned, the muscles screaming at him to stop, to rest, take a break, his mind whispered. He couldn’t take a break, if he stopped they would catch him and bring him back. His lungs burned too, every breath feeling like sandpaper in his throat, he kept going despite, kept pushing as he flew through the forest, the trees and the grass and plants barely able to hold him back for a second. 

It wasn’t the same forest he had been in all those years ago when he’d been escaping something that felt so far away from him now. So inconsequential and yet still able to shoot another bolt of adrenaline down his spine. He kept running.

No, this wasn’t the same forest. This one was luscious, almost too saturated - enough to hurt Janus’ eyes if he looked close for too long. This forest was filled with critters he didn’t know how to name, that he’d never seen before. It was filled with floating orbs of light that kept his path glowing ahead of him even as night began to fall. 

Janus ran until he crashed into something solid. His eyes were starting to blur from exhaustion at that point, and when he hit… whatever he had run into… his legs buckled and he simply sank to the floor, trying to pull air into his lungs. He didn’t know how far he had gotten, he only remembered the last stretch of the journey. But he felt like he had been running for hours. 

Someone was speaking, and Janus felt a dull stab of panic in his chest, someone was here, would they take him back? Had they come for him?

He tried to push himself up so he could run again but found he could barely even push himself up from the ground. When his arms gave out and he collapsed again, he was caught by an arm, a strong, warm arm, that pulled him into some kind of hold. His mind was too hazy and tired to really register what was happening as he was lifted into the air and carried away. 

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“What the fuck is that.” 

“A mortal!” Roman said, “I think.”

“You think?” Virgil hissed, pacing, “You just- You just brought in what you think is a mortal? To our house?”

“It ran into me!” Roman protested, “And then collapsed - and it looked so scared, I couldn’t just - leave it, Virge, you know that.”

“Well what are we supposed to do with it now?” Virgil said, gesturing widely to the mortal who lay sleeping in their shared bed. He wasn’t in the best shape, not by a long way. He was scrawny, with barely any meat on his bones. He wore clothes that covered his arms and legs, though they were ripped in places and too big. Knotted, messy blonde hair covered their still tense face. 

Roman took a deep breath, “I supposed we… look after it?”

“You’re serious?” Virgil said, groaning, “Why don’t we just drop it outside of the nearest fairy circle back into the mortal world?”

“Virge,” Roman said sternly, “First off, I think it’s a he? We’ll have to ask when it- he- wakes up, second, we don’t know where he came from, or how long he’s been here - we can’t just drop him off in the mortal world! He might be centuries and miles away from when he came in!”

“So?” Virgil said, crossing his arms, “Since when was that our problem?”

“Shush,” Roman hissed, raising a hand, “I think he’s waking up!”

“Ro- what-” Virgil hissed back as Roman rushed over to the bed, watching the mortal intently as he slowly blinked open his eyes. There was a moment of silence - so much so that even the room seemed to be holding it’s breath - before the human finally noticed Roman.

And Virgil felt such a strong bolt of fear surge through the room that he almost doubled over - a hand to his chest. The human scrambled from the bed, backing into the corner of the room on shaky legs and putting as much distance between himself and Roman as he could. 

Roman went to step closer, before Virgil intervened, grabbing the back of Roman’s blouse and dragging him back a few steps all while breathing heavily. 

Being able to feel other being’s fear was a useful power, but when it was so strong that it almost hurt it made Virgil wish he could turn it off. 

Virgil wondered what had happened to this human to make him so scared. 

“He’s terrified,” Virgil whispered to Roman, before letting him go. 

“Of what?” Roman asked, eyes wide. 

“You, I think,” Virgil said, “Maybe me too, not sure.”

“Stay away-” The human said raising a hand when Roman turned back to look at him, “What- do you want from me?”

Roman considered, for a second, before taking a deep breath, “Nothing.”

The mortal seemed shocked by that. Shocked enough to near collapse against the wall, ending up sitting on the plush carpet in the corner of the room. 

“...Nothing?” He asked, voice small.

“I didn’t bring you here to take from you,” Roman told him, trying to keep his voice soft but firm, Virgil remained silent, watching the exchange over Roman’s shoulder, “I brought you here so you could rest safely, that is all.”

“You’re not… you’re not with them?” The mortal asked.

“Who’s ‘them’, sweetie?” Roman asked gently, before sharing a worried glance with Virgil.

“The ones who gave me these,” The mortal said, sounding almost sad, though Virgil could still feel the fear radiating from him. Moments later he brushed his hair from his face, holding it back so that Virgil and Roman could see the marks imprinted there. 

Virgil gasped, covering his mouth with a hand. On the left side of the mortal’s face - from hairline to chin - was what looked like scales. Virgil knew better, though, the mark only looked like scales. 

“Vee,” Roman whispered, “You look pale.”

“That-” Virgil started, before looking at the mortal, who shrank back under his gaze and let the hair fall back into place, once again covering the mark, “That’s a brand, Ro.”

“What?” Roman yelped, “I thought those…”

“Weren’t a thing anymore? Yeah, so did I.” Virgil said, glaring at nothing, though the mortal shrunk back just a little more - probably because of his tone. 

Roman took a deep breath and nodded. “Of course, we need to… find out who did this-”

“A noble of the winter court,” Virgil answered, voice coming out a near hiss, “I recognise her mark.”

“Don’t send me back there,” The mortal spoke up, before slapping a hand over his mouth when both faeries turned to look at him, “Please.”

“No,” Roman shook his head, “I don’t think we will, right, Vee?”

“No, we won’t send you back there,” Virgil agreed, “whatever cruelty you have experienced under her will not follow you here.”

Roman hesitated, before tugging on Virgil’s sleeve to get his attention, before whispering, “You know we’ll be killed if she finds out we have him here, right?”

“You think I don’t know that?” Virgil sighed, “Buh… knowing that she had him- I can’t send him away knowing that.”

“Okay,” Roman nodded, “then we need to figure out what to do.”

“Of course,” Virgil said, looking back at the mortal, “Hey uh- is it okay with you if we ask a few questions?”

The mortal stared at him and Virgil could feel his fear strengthen the longer they looked at each other, eventually he concluded that he wasn’t going to respond. 

“Do you… not want to talk to me?” Virgil asked, frowning, the human nodded slowly, “Is it because… I’m winter?”

He stared at Virgil for a long moment, before whispering, “You- feel like she did…”

“Okay, yes, probably because I’m winter, then,” Virgil mumbled, “Would you rather talk to Ro?”

Virgil gestured to their partner who waved with a smile.

“Okay,” The mortal said eventually.

“Would you like me to leave?” Virgil asked.

“Please?” the mortal responded, Virgil nodded. He patted Roman’s arm before turning and leaving the room without another world.

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“Okay,” ‘Ro’ said as soon as the other one left the room. All Janus’ attention was suddenly on the faerie in front of him. He was tall, with golden skin and hair like a bright bonfire. His eyes were like pools of liquid silver - not even mentioning the tawny wings on his back, similarly coloured feathers in place of ears too. He was… beautiful, and had a very different presence than the other faerie he was with, and… her. 

Janus tried to take a few breaths, he needed to answer the faerie’s questions if he wanted to get through this alive - and he had to answer them correctly if he wanted to get out of this without being hurt. 

“First,” He said, “Are you a uh- I don’t know mortal gender terms-?”

“A man,” Janus answered the question he was pretty sure Ro was asking, before continuing when the faerie tilted his head, blinking in confusion, “um, I use ‘he/him’ pronouns?”

“Wonderful, that’s what we assumed,” Ro nodded, Janus relaxed just a little, okay, that was the right answer then, “Now, do you have something you’d like to go by? Something we can call you?”

Janus tensed, he knew the question would come up, but that didn’t mean he liked it any more. Giving his name to a faerie was a mistake he’d made once, and he knew that as soon as he did it was all over. Ro would be able to control him, it would be just like before all over again. Of course, that was why they hadn’t hurt him yet - it all made sense, how nice they had been, they needed his name to use him. 

He must have hesitated for too long, though, because Ro frowned, “Just a nickname, sweetheart, I’m not asking for your true name.”

“You’re… not?” Janus asked hesitantly, he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to ask questions in return, but… he needed to know.

“I’m not,” Ro nodded, folding down to sit cross-legged on the plush carpet across the room from him, “Your true name is to be freely given to those you trust, and I know you don’t trust me yet.”

Janus didn’t say anything to that for a moment, he didn’t acknowledge that second statement at all, though he was sure Ro knew it was true, “...Deceit - you can call me, Deceit, or Dee if you want.”

“Okay Deceit,” Ro said, smiling, and oh how charming was that, “You can call me Ro, or Prince, my partner is Vee, or Anxiety, if you prefer a more formal nickname.”

Janus nodded, Prince and Anxiety, he could remember that. 

“Next question, how… old are you?” Prince asked, “No- that’s a useless question the numbers mortals use mean nothing to me, um, are you of maturity?”

“What uh- what do you mean?” Janus asked, frowning in confusion.

Prince sighed, “Are you - an adult? Or a youngling?”

“Oh,” Janus said, “An adult, I um - when I was - taken - I was 24 but… I don’t know how long it’s been.”

“That’s okay.” Prince nodded, “And good to know, next question, what’s your favourite colour?”

…Out of all the questions Prince had asked him so far, this was the one that surprised him the most. Why on earth would the faeries want to know what colours he enjoyed? Surely that information was useless?

“Yellow,” Deceit answered truthfully - he had learned quickly that lying to a faerie was one of the biggest mistakes a mortal could make, “And, um, I like black too.”

“Brillant,” Prince grinned, revealing teeth slightly sharper than average, “I’m partial to a nice red, myself, preferably crimson but I do like a lovely scarlette as well - Anxiety tends to be more drawn to purples, what’s your favourite animal?”

“...snakes?” Janus said slowly, his favourite animal was something he’d never particularly had to think about - especially not recently. 

Prince nodded, seeming… thoughtful. About what, Janus had no clue, but he seemed to be lost in whatever thoughts he was having. Eventually, he went to say something else before cutting himself off with a displeased hum and a frown. 

“Is everything… okay?” Janus asked, trying to work out what was going on. Prince had been all smiles almost the entire time since Anxiety had left, the abrupt change had his guard straight back up. 

Prince took a deep breath, the wings on his back shuddering and stretching out a little with it, Janus couldn’t help the way the feathers caught his eye - they looked incredibly soft. 

“She probably gave you faerie food, right?” Prince asked, Janus paled as hazy memories flooded his mind, a hunger that turned to sharp pain that turned to a hollow emptiness that had almost killed him. Right at the beginning before he lost whatever fight he had then he’d resisted, getting up after every kick or burn, She’d punish him every time he refused to eat, and eventually - when he’d been too weak from hunger and pain to even move - he’d given in and taken the apple she’d offered him. 

He still remembered how she had laughed when he’d bitten into it. He could almost hear it now, crisp as footsteps in snow but crackling like lightning. 

Janus couldn’t say anything around the lump in his throat those memories brought with them, instead he simply nodded sadly. Prince frowned in sympathy, his hand twitching as though he wanted to reach for Janus, though he didn’t move closer. 

“And you know what that means?”

Sucking in a deep breath, Janus recited what had been drilled into him a thousand times, “That I cannot leave this realm, I can never return home and that I belong now to the fae and the faerie realm.”

Prince sighed again, seeming sad, “You can leave.”

“What?” Janus asked, eyes wide.

“Theoretically, you’re not actually bound to this land, but… all it means is that mortal food won’t satisfy you anymore. You don’t have to stay here, but you do need faerie food, so… it’s an effective way to keep mortal trapped.”

Janus couldn’t do much but nod. He never knew that, but if he couldn’t survive without food from Faerie was there really point in escaping anyway?

“Was there anything in particular you liked?” Prince asked sadly, as if he actually cared that Janus was stuck here, which Janus couldn’t fathom being true, he knew faeries couldn’t lie, but he was sure they could fake emotions. Panic seeped in as he realised he didnt have an answer. The food she gave him was good, but he always felt dirty eating it, it always made him guilty and sick. He was never able to really enjoy any of it. 

“I don’t…” Janus started, trailing off, “I don’t know… I was never allowed to…”

Prince raised a hand to cut him off and Janus shrank back into the corner just a little, pulling his knees up closer to his chest, Prince sighed, “It’s okay, we can try things and figure it out, are you alright?”

Janus nodded, trying to relax just a little in his corner. 

“I will warn you now, neither I nor my partner know much about mortals, but we will- actually,” Prince paused, considering for a second, “Do you know about promises?”

“Fae promises?” Janus asked, Prince nodded, “Just that they’re binding- like deals- she tried to make me make them.”

“Did you?”

“No,” Janus said. Prince seemed to fully droop in relief. 

“I want to make a promise to you,” Prince said, slowly, clearly watching for Janus’ reaction, he just stayed still, staring right back, “I promise that I will not intentionally cause you harm, physically or emotionally, in any way. I promise to protect you to the best of my ability against anything or anyone who threatens you, and- I swear that you will be safe here, in my home, for as long as you wish to remain.”

Janus gasped as the feeling of magic washed over him, though it felt nothing like the magic he’d experienced before. This magic felt like a summer shower, warm and light. It wrapped around him, feeling almost comforting in it’s presence. When the sensation died down Janus thought he could smell woodsmoke. 

“How do you know I’m worth such a promise?” Janus asked quietly, unable to keep the astounded look off of his face. Roman had promised not to hurt him, and he knew how promises worked, did that mean he was safe? From Roman, at least, Anxiety hadn’t made such a promise. 

“Because you have been hurt,” Roman said, “By one of my own kind, you have suffered and you are scared and you deserve to be safe,  you should be allowed to heal, besides, you are a guest in my house, it would be horrifically rude if I let something bad happen to you.”

Roman’s wings flared out as he spoke, as though him being rude is the worst possible offence he could commit. Janus couldn’t help but smile, wondering if maybe this wasn’t going to end quite as horribly as he may have expected. Roman stood up, slowly taking a step closer to Janus, and when he didn’t flinch back he took another. Janus frowned when Roman extended a hand to him, but eventually reached up and took it, telling himself again that Prince had promised not to hurt him. 

With a gentle tug Janus was hoisted to his feet, though almost immediately he tripped - his legs still jelly-like and shaking from all the running. Instead of falling to the ground, though, Janus tripped forward into Roman’s chest. He yelped and pushed himself away as quickly as he could without falling straight to the ground. Prince was still holding his hand - and now was also stabalising him with a hand on his shoulder - and even despite what had just happened, the faerie was still smiling. He actually looked a little like he was trying not to laugh. 

“Lets get you somewhere you can rest, shall we?” Prince said, still actively trying not to chuckle as Janus frowned at him, “And we’ll get you some food while you do.”

“Okay,” Janus nodded eventually, feeling a yawn bubble up inside of him and repressing it as much as he could. He had become a master of hiding when he was tired, fatigue was never taken kindly. But Prince was telling him to rest, so maybe he could lie down for a short while…

The small part of the house Janus got to see as they travelled from the bedroom he had woken in to a second bedroom was immense. The ceilings were tall and vaulted, decorated with patterns and murals that looked hand-painted. The windows that adorned the hallway were open wide, letting in a cool, refreshing breeze scented with summer flowers while deep, floor length, maroon curtains swayed in the wind. The decor was a mix of reds and purples, with accents of silver and gold. Despite the size of the space, it almost felt… cozy. The carpet beneath their feet was clean but well trod, like this area of the house was frequented often. 

In comparison, the room he was led to was plain and felt spacious in a way that made Janus feel a little uncomfortable. Paranoia poking at the edges of his mind as he glanced around. There were a few doors, one that he could see lead to a balcony and the other that they’d come through, as well as two more that lead who knows where.

The room was decorated to the bare minimum, a plain white bedspread with a few decorative red cushions. The walls were still adorned with silver and gold, but the patterns seemed more simple and muted in here than they were outside. Prince lead him to the bed - where he found the sheets were wonderfully soft and felt lovely against his skin - and told him to rest. 

So rest he did, once Prince had left the room and the door clicked shut - he listened for a long moment and was surprised to hear no lock, he really wasn’t trapped here - Janus finally laid down, clutching one of the decorative pillows to his chest as he tried to fall back to sleep. 

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General tags: @full-of-roman-angst-trash @reptilianrapscallion420 @your-local-random-dino @cutebisexualmess @glacierruler @roseianxiety @bella-bugatti-frogetti-baguetti (if anyone wants to be added, let me know!)

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#sanders sides #roman sanders #virgil sanders #janus sanders #anaroceit #anaroceitweek2023 #sanders sides fanfiction #fanfic

[smartycvnt]

Bitter

Title: Bitter

Pairing: Sheva Alomar x Reader

Word Count: 713

Y/n knew that her arrival in Africa was sure to stir up something. She'd been avoiding the entire continent for years. She had left her home years ago, fully prepared to never return. It wasn't ideal, but Y/n knew it was necessary to avoid Sheva. She could handle any of the monsters that the world wanted to throw at her, but Y/n would never be ready to face Sheva again.

There weren't enough near-death experiences to numb Y/n to the nerves that she felt as she approached the rendezvous point. Her heart was practically trying to pound its way out of her chest. The desert area should have made Y/n felt like she was home again, but it didn't. She had been longing for the conditions of her homeland for far too long.

"Right this way. Director Alomar will brief you on the situation." Y/n nodded as she walked down the corridor she'd been directed towards. Each step felt like a step towards her fate being sealed. She would be trapped in a room with Sheva and forced to see whether or not it really would be the thing to do her in.

"Y/n, you came." The surprise in Sheva's voice didn't go unnoticed by Y/n. Sheva had obviously expected Y/n's personal feelings about the woman to drown out her sense of duty and professionalism. Y/n couldn't blame her for thinking that way, especially not whenever Y/n had abandoned her during a mission when they had their falling out.

"It's a bit hard to ignore an order coming from so high up," Y/n admitted as she sat down in one of the leather chairs across from Sheva's desk. "What do you need from me?"

"Before we talk about the mission, I want to make sure that we are on the same page about things." Y/n didn't need to even look at Sheva to know that they weren't going to be discussing the briefing for some time. It was understandable for Sheva to want confirmation that Y/n wouldn't just up and leave again, but Y/n needed Sheva to own up to what she did. Otherwise, they'd be running in the same damn circle for years and years to come.

"What exactly is there to talk about?" Y/n asked. Sheva sighed as she leaned forward with her elbows on the desk. There was a moment of silence where the two women stared each other down. Y/n hadn't noticed how hard the climb to the top had been on Sheva, and still, the woman looked just as beautiful as she had back in 2005.

"I want to know what happened. Silva and McNally just celebrated their tenth anniversary, I swear we were just trying to set them up last week," Sheva sighed.

"That was almost us." Y/n looked down at the cup of pencils on Sheva's desk with a far-off look in her eyes.

"What happened?" Y/n couldn't believe that Sheva had the audacity to ask, as if she hadn't been the one to pry their relationship apart in the first place.

"Convenience happened, I guess. I don't know Sheva, I've been asking myself the same question for years," Y/n said. "Can you at least give me a hint? I keep looking inside of myself for the answer and I come up emptyhanded and bitter."

"I don't know why I did what I did. It was stupid, and I'm sorry," Sheva apologized. Still, it wasn't enough for Y/n. She had torn herself to pieces trying to get rid of whatever traits had led Sheva to deem her untrustworthy and unloveable. "I should have known it wasn't you."

"Yeah, you fucking should have, but it's too late now. It was never me, and now that I know that, I can finally fucking move on. Director Alomar." Y/n stood up from her seat and placed her badge onto the desk. "I hope you're happy with your decision."

"That's it?" Sheva asked. Y/n nodded as she walked out of the office. It was going to be hard, but Y/n would find her place out in the world without any more attachments to Sheva.

#my writing #one shot #sheva alomar x reader #sheva alomar #resident evil #resident evil x reader

[fuck-customers]

This is a PSA to remind you... Do not ignore red flags during the hiring process! Or you'll end up like me.

At the end of March/beginning of April, I applied for a position, got three interviews and then they didn't offer me a job for OVER A MONTH. I asked them every week what the status of my application was, and they kept delaying or whatever, until they told me they had decided to hire internally. I would later find out, that the job had been promised to the girl they hired LONG BEFORE THEY INTERVIEWED ME, and has it not been for the fact that another manager decided to quit, they most likely would not have hired me at all.

This is of course, just the start of what is a long list of shenanigans by corporate.

So they hired me to take over for a general manager of a store who was stepping down. This is a smaller company, so only a handful of stores, but it's an animal care company (grooming, boarding, daycare). I try to get ahold of the hiring manager, and she takes nearly a week to finally have me sign the paperwork. She was trying to get me to shadow the manager before I signed my paperwork, but after a day of that, and her constant delays I said no, I would wait until I signed my paperwork to work. Those hours I shadowed for before? Never paid for. Glad I didn't do anymore.

So I'm learning from the old gm who is leaving, and it is just... A mess. I end up getting less than two weeks of training, before this girl decides to step down. But instead of just letting her step down, and continue training me, corporate tells her to just leave, and don't come back. So here I am, less than two weeks of training for a general manager position, and I'm suddenly in charge of everything. Thank goodness for my supportive crew or I'd be dead.

You would think corporate would realize that my training wasn't complete. I was very clear on that, on the gaps I knew about that I didn't have the completed training. Well, even though I was fairly consistently messaging them, I only got them to physically come to the store about four or five times.... In two months. Yes, they left a still not fully trained manager in charge and just didn't come help to train me in things. Two and a half months in I have have had to figure shit out for myself, build my own systems, jury rig whatever I have with what's available, and just hope I don't mess anything up.

Well everything was kind of coasting, until the big boss started texting my direct boss complaining about what she was seeing on our cameras. This woman was spying on us!! And instead of talking to me directly, kept whining that the front desk receptionists, you know, the ones hired to answer phones and check dogs in... Were sitting at the front desk. She expected them to be "always doing something" but if they weren't on cameras then she would also complain she couldn't see them. Wtf?

But it just gets worse. So much worse. You see, I was not the only new general manager. Of the five or six stores in this company, all but ONE of them had gotten new general managers the same month I had. Suspicious right? Well, turns out this is a common problem. Somehow corporate doesn't seem to realize their stupidity in driving their managers away every six months by refusing to communicate or train them.

Well, one of the new managers at another location, called me in a panic this last Friday. She asked if any of my employees had been paid. I said yeah, haven't yours. No. Not a single one of her employees OR HER had been paid. Because the big boss fucked up payroll. Us managers literally do not have access to approve payroll, we prepare it and then send it to the big boss. Well the big boss blamed this poor girl and told all her employees it was the gms fault. The gm said no way am I taking the fall for that, and turned in her two weeks. She offered to stay and train a new gm, but the big boss said no, you need to leave right now. The gm said I'm leaving after I gather my stuff (she had sunk money into the store decor). The big boss said no you need to leave now I am calling the cops. So that poor gm was escorted out of the building by the cops, because the big boss is a snake of epic proportions.

Anyway, seeing that treatment of a fellow gm... I'm looking for another position. Remember everyone, don't ignore the red flags! They are there for a reason, and usually it's that it's so much worse behind the scenes.

[heartofspells]

Masterpost

@wolfstarmicrofic

Prompt: country road

"Sirius, stop!" calls Remus.

Sirius ignores him, continuing down the road in front of the cottage he'd once felt so at home within. Now he feels faded, a pointless entity, like the ghost Remus has been calling him for over a week. His head throbs, sending an ache through the backs of his eyes, and he squeezes them closed, still not halting in his steps, though they become a bit staggered, giving the other man an opportunity to catch up and grip his shoulder, spinning him around.

"What do you want?" he snarls in Remus' face, glaring at him with eyes that could melt most others to puddles of themselves, but Remus doesn't seem fazed by the intense anger shining from their grey depths.

"I want you to stop," says Remus patiently, quietly. "Just stop and think for a second. I'm not even sure where you think you're going."

"Where else would I be going?" demands Sirius heatedly, wincing around the cymbals clanging in his head. "St Mungos! I'm going to find myself. Maybe – fuck. Maybe this is just some fractured connection. Maybe if I – I don't know! Touch my own arm or something I'll sort of absorb back into me. That doesn't even make sense, but I don't know what else to do!"

Remus stares at him, his hand still gripping Sirius' shoulder. A couple walks past them, casting Remus odd looks at his stance and the fact that he'd seemingly been talking to himself only moments ago, but both men ignore them as the couple increase their pace.

"That's a stupid idea," says Remus finally, and Sirius opens his mouth to retort, eyes narrowing, but the other man stops him. "I know you don't know what to do or what's happening, but this isn't a book, Sirius. It's not some Muggle film where everything just slots back into place so easily. Something clearly happened to you, and until someone figures out what, I think you're stuck like this." Sirius begins to deflate under Remus' hold until he continues, saying, "And you're going the wrong way."

Sirius suddenly jerks away from him, Remus' arm dropping back to his side like a useless log. "I know that," he bites out, "and I don't care. I just need – I need – I – fucking Merlin on a tea table!" He shouts the last bit at the ground, blood rushing into his face forcefully, his head throbbing harder, skull feeling as though it's ready to split in half.

"What do you need?" asks Remus, still soft, little judgement in his voice. "What do you need, Sirius?"

"I don't know!" cries Sirius, eyes snapping back up, landing on the other man briefly before he's spinning on his heels. "I need answers! I need my life back! I need to talk to someone other than you, someone who doesn't despise my existence – "

"I don't despise your existence," denies Remus quickly. "I just…wasn't expecting your existence. It's been an adjustment…"

But Sirius isn't listening anymore, his words falling into a void where they don't matter anymore. His eyes have landed on an object gleaming in the light beside the cottage. The black of it is glossy and smooth, the chrome perfect and blinding. The bars at the top are expertly positioned at just the right height, something Sirius had fought with, using several different charms to get them adjusted. He can hear the rumbling of sounds even as it stands still and alone, abandoned just like him, images of chilled nights spent on a country road and the smell of pine and grease invading his senses.

"Do you see that?" asks Sirius, cutting through whatever Remus is saying. The other man follows his gaze to the bike, frowning in confusion. "That's mine. It's my bike. I've had it for years. Found it not long after I left Hogwarts. It was rubbish. James told me not to buy it, said I'd regret it, but I knew. I could tell what was beneath the surface of something so neglected. I spend ages fixing it up, giving it the life it deserved. I took care of it. Even charmed it to fly. Harry always loved going up with me."

Sirius angles his head in Remus' direction but never removes his eyes from his bike. "And there it is, untouched and unloved. I'm sure Lily or James protected it, but I doubt they do anything with it." He stops and grits his teeth together. "It's mine, and it's here. Same as my jacket that I'm still somehow wearing. Same as all my other clothes and books and photos. Everything that's ever meant anything to me is here. And so am I, but I'm not, am I? Not really. They can't see me, can't hear or touch me. They're my family and I'm just…gone. Dead."

Remus steps forward, pushing into Sirius' line of sight. "You're not dead, Sirius," he says firmly. "You said so yourself. They said it too. You're not dead. You're not a ghost, and I'm sorry for all the times I've called you that because you aren't."

"You're not hearing me," snaps Sirius. "You're not hearing one word. I am nothing! To everyone that has meant anything to me, I don't exist except for laying useless in some bed in the fuck-off ward of a hospital where no one cares! And now I'm stuck with you, someone who doesn't know me and would rather I didn't exist at all." Remus rears backwards a little as though slapped, something hurtful flashing across his face, but Sirius doesn't care. "I don't want you. I don't need you. Take my fucking flat. Enjoy it. Apparently, I don't need it anymore. I just want my family back."

Remus stares at him, not speaking, mouth pulled into a thin line, brown eyes guarded and calculating. Sirius growls under his breath.

"Piss off, Remus!" he shouts. "Go! Get the fuck out of here! You don't want me and I don't need you!"

The other man's gaze never falters from Sirius' face, but his own expression hardens after a moment. "Fine," he mutters, and then Remus is turning on his heel, his disappearance and the sharp crack signaling his departure.

As soon as he's gone, Sirius feels as though a boulder is falling onto his chest. His air is sucked from his lungs, his bones feel brittle and pliant. Everything turns soft. He nearly screams as the worst pain he's felt so far rips through his head, turning his vision white and then black. And then he's being pulled through the tightest of tubes, the sensation far worse than Apparition has ever been. Everything goes dark after that.

#these days of dying #wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #sirius x remus #sirius/remus #wolfstarmicrofic #my writing #my microfics #holli writes

[luckyshotwrites]

Ch. 36 // Parched // Day 23

Contents (Warnings): Guess who might have broke a rule...maybe? (hunger pains, character shenanigans, more character information, and further monster/magic explanations).

Wordcount: 3301 (I'm getting no sleep tonight).

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(Oct. 8th, Saturday)

"The touchy thing-" I didn't know what he called it. "Alexander told me he could do that-can, you not?"

Claudia answered before Drake could even muster up a reply. "Ha, he's not part magus!" Claudia put her hand out. "That's a special trait magus have. It's a good defense mechanism in case they get eaten." 

"O-oh, I-" I think Alexander mentioned it as a Magus trait. Drake refused to look at me. He started to move along again. 

"Drake, hey, I'm sorry!" I had no idea what to say. What am I supposed to say? Did I make him mad because I'm so ignorant? No. Maybe? It could be a mixture of the two. 

Claudia patted my head, "you're much more generous than I thought."

I stopped as I almost ran into a few monsters walking around. "Drake's one of the only nice monsters out of you guys, so I'd like to help him, especially since he doesn't eat people."

June finally spoke out, finishing his drink, "do you not offer yourself to your coworkers? I thought you would since you stayed and all."

"NO," I exclaimed. "I hate when they do it. It's disgusting!" I pointed in the direction of our pizzeria tent. "We sell awesome-tasting pizza; they could eat that or any other normal food."

June nodded in agreement, "exactly. It's not like things taste any different."

"You're a slime, so, of course, everything tastes the same to you!" Claudia giggled. She flashed me a smile, "also, Lynette, if given the option between eating you or human food, I'd pick you on most occasions. You're an excellent source of energy and tasty."

I shivered. "I am NOT. I've already licked myself. I taste like nothing." 

She didn't heavily tease me like the others. I felt a soft comfort from that, at least. 

"You have human taste buds, not monster taste buds. Ours are superior." Claudia said.

"They're wrong," I muttered. 

"Right."

"Wrong."

"Right."

"Wrong!"

"Right~"

I imagined we could do this all day. I was briefly reminded of what she said yesterday, so casually with a smile. I turned away and grumbled.

"We can agree to disagree."

Claudia nodded along.

I took a small swig of my specialty jumbo. I felt a light buzz on my tongue. I pulled the drink back and felt at it. It was like someone pricked my tongue with a few pop rocks. 

"That's-is it supposed to shock you?"

June shrugged, "it doesn't feel tingly to me. Mostly just cold."

Claudia smirked, "can I try some of yours? I wanna see how different it is!"

She held her hand out. "Is there anything that could happen if I-" If she had poison spit, I would have known. I had happily almost forgotten what had happened the day before yesterday. "Nevermind." 

I offered it to her. 

She took a big drink. I tried to put my hand up and stop her. She nearly finished it off. 

She smacked her lips a few times, "no. It's pretty similar, yours is a little sweeter, but the buzz is SO much smaller."

"Ah." So it's just me? "Do you not feel things either, June?" I asked. I took another sip, feeling it again mixed with the fruity mango flavor. 

He waved his empty bottle about as he talked, "from what I understand, no." He pressed his face with his free hand. "I mean, if you poke me, I can feel it. But it's more of a nice feeling. I hear pain isn't fun? Sandra explained the closest feeling we have is when we put too much stuff into our bodies."

Too much in your body? I thought as I glanced over. He's not super tall or anything. "Is that a constant problem for you guys?"

"Not often. But sometimes I forget and eat a lot." June confessed with a slight pep in his step. He pressed at his abdomen, "we can fill a majority of my body, but if we fill it too much, it pushes our own film too thin, and it'll burst outward." He laughed while holding worry in his grin. "It is actually one of the ways many of us die."

The last sentence hit me like a truck. WHAT?! I couldn't believe he openly told me a way to kill him. I could feel the overbearing weight of his trust. And my instinct to protect him rose up. 

He seemed like the least threatening out of the morning crew. They actually all seem better than most of the people I work with. I thought to myself, excluding Viola and Drake. I grumbled in my thoughts. 

"I'll keep that in mind, and I do hope you don't eat that much for whatever reason."

"I don't plan on!" He said.

We arrived at the tent a minute or two later. Edgar cheered at our arrival. 

"Good morning!" He ushered Claudia and me to him. Claudia would be helping with customer cleanup and service after they had their pizza. I would still be taking orders, but Edgar explained I'd be working with Zilla as Alexander needed to make the pizzas. 

Drake was already there, starting early too.  

…

Alexander

"She did WHAT!"

Drake elbowed Alexander in his ribs. 

Alexander lowered his voice, pulling his chair out to sit down. Drake followed suit. 

Alexander squinted over in Lynette's direction. He could see her taking orders next to Zilla. She had such a chipper expression even as the monsters leaned toward her. How can she not look so preyish with them? Does she do it on purpose to mess with me? 

Alexander muttered. A hint of jealousy trickled past his still, slightly famished lips. "She offered herself to you?"

Drake put his face in his palm, "please do not say it like that right now."

Alexander glanced back when he heard Drake's desperate whimper.

He leaned back in his chair, stretching out his arms, making their current height difference very noticeable. "How has Lynette survived this long? She's ridiculous." 

"She's never been around monsters. You know how it-" Drake stopped his sentence.

"Yeah?" Alexander said with a bit of sass. Like I'd hang out with what I eat. I'd hate to be hungry constantly. His hand traced his current meal subconsciously. "She's been with us for a few weeks. She can't use that excuse." He said. 

Drake slumped further down in his chair. "How do you get over the hunger?"

Alexander chuckled, "I eat."

"Dude."

"What?" Alexander found himself eyeing Lynette again. He turned his gaze away before she noticed. "I'm the last person you should ask for something like that. You know I'd love to be full at all times."

Drake let out an exaggerated sigh. One at which made Alexander smile, teasing him. 

...

Lynette

I felt worn. The amount of different-looking beings I met made me feel much smaller as a person. And made me wonder how many of them lurked around my area. 

We were getting closer to closing, so the customer flux was slowly dying. However, the next customer was finally familiar. 

"Hey there," the male looked over my face, "oh, hey again, Wayland, right?"

I nodded, "yeah. Nice to see you again…." I forgot the agent's name. I just remembered their partner gave me their number after the thing with Mara. 

He pressed back his sky-blue hair, "glad to see you look well." His attention went back to the menu, "you haven't had any complications lately, have you?" 

He had a sincere brisk to his tone. 

"N-no." I held my hands with a small 'x'. I left out what happened yesterday because it had been handled. "It's all been fine. And…how are you with your work?"

He sighed like we were old friends. "Tiring, but that's part of the job. There's always something new going on."

No one was behind him in line, and Zilla was cleaning up the counters. "You're getting a break, though, right?" I gestured to where we were.

"I'm still on duty, well, break as of now. The C.P.P.A. helps with events like these as there are a lot of different species here." He popped out of thought, "and sorry, I should get some food before I talk your ear off."

The male with pastel pink eyes talked casually compared to the serious professionalism when we first met. He ordered the triple meat with pineapples, small. 

He leaned on the counter near me. He looks human, except he has the same slight sharp point to his ears as Sandra had. I tugged at the end of my uniform shirt. I hated thinking about it, and I wanted to send a message before as a thank you, but I felt they only needed to talk to me during emergencies. 

"Is your partner from earlier here too?"

"No. We're on the quick dispatch unit. So we get paired up at random." 

"Well," he turned to look at me, "if you see them again, I-I know I said thank you before, but I really mean it, and I want you both to know that I'm thankful."

He smiled, "of course." 

After that, another customer came up. He said goodbye to me, and our shift was finally done. We were closing up shop. But Tristan, Edgar, and Viola would be doing a few small orders for another hour or so. 

The morning crew sent messages in the chat for us to join them at the event zone.

Claudia pushed at Alexander, "hey, hey, big guy, do you wanna do that magic competition?"

Alexander glared down at her, "and possibly fight you? Hell no."

"Aw! It'll be fun! You know how many people are gonna be a part of that too!"

I had to step back as the two giants, Alexander and Lev, surrounded her talking about it.  

Zilla and Drake were in their human forms, so I felt far more comfortable around them.

"Are you going to compete?" I asked them both. 

Drake shook his head, not answering.

Zilla chuckled, "the rules on the magic portion are iffy. There are a lot of technicalities because of the types of magic used and how much power you use on someone, so it'd be more of a hassle than fun to me." 

I looked down at my phone. I saw the group chat, and Beatrice responded, and the thought popped into my head. 

"O.H.! Sweet house!" I exclaimed. 

"Ah, I saw that event posted yesterday. More treats do sound nice." 

I looked at where her hand went. That's so weird. I then peered ahead, looking toward the giant Alexander. I still felt heavily uncomfortable trying to talk to him, especially as he was. I assumed he might have been convinced to do the competition by the sound of it. 

"A-alexander…" My voice came out too quiet. He didn't hear me. 

Zilla smiled, "he can't do anything to you. Why are you so worried?"

I muttered, "he can do stuff to me after today."

"Right," Zilla hummed, "unless you and I make some deals of our own.~" 

"I can't," I replied. I was going to explain, but she continued.

"I understand you created these competitions to increase your chances of success. It was very clever." Zilla said. "And lucky for you, they both don't back down from a challenge. If they did, there would be no other way to avoid them." She leaned over, "so if that ever does fall through… I'll be happy to have us work together again.~"

It's why I felt I couldn't do anything too complicated or tedious…but simultaneously, it hurt my sanity. 

We continued a bit of chatter. Arriving at the event zone. Everyone except Zane, Zilla, Drake, and Claudia were in their monster forms.

I let a majority of the giants talk to themselves. 

A hand wrapped around me; they brought me up, and I cried out.

Alexander looked ready to attack, then squinted ahead. "Beatrice."

"We've got a date~ She wanted to go with me to Sweet house while all of you do your little magic show."

I didn't take the polka dots off my boots yesterday. I couldn't stop myself if Beatrice dropped me. It was a long drop, too, as she was taller than Alexander. 

"Do you think I trust you watching her?"

"Come on, Alex~" Her tone sang sweetly as she lifted me higher than chest height, "You know I'd take excellent care of a cutie like her."

He eyed me. I didn't want either of them to manhandle me. He sighed and waved his hand, "if you lose the shrimp, I'm kicking your ass." Then pointed at me, "and if you get eaten again, I'm not helping you."

I gave a weak nod, and she buzzed happily with a slight flutter of her wings. She flipped me in her hand and brought me to her face. Her soft honey yellow eyes looked over me, more excited than I expected. Why can't they act normal with me! Like keeping me down on the ground...

My eyes brushed over her fuzzier exterior, rounded wings, and antenna. Is she a bee? The joke being Beatrice would be a go-to bee name. And her exterior held a very yellow and black color.

"Ready, honey~."

"Ready for sweet house...y-yes."

She was on the move but didn't put me any lower. She kept me near her lips. 

"B-Beatrice, can you put me down?"

"I don't want to lose track of you, or Alexander will be mad." She pressed at her cheek with her other free hand, "and your natural aroma is so relaxing.~"

Is it my flowery shampoo? I asked myself.

"I can-" I couldn't think of anywhere to be. Beatrice's shoulders were about my size, but that was it. She didn't have a bee backend. "Maybe sit on your shoulders?"

Beatrice chuckled, "That's too lowly and tacky. This is a lot better." 

"Beatrice!" A voice from behind called her. She turned with me, and I saw a group of what looked to be humans approaching her. 

"My lovelies." She hummed and went to gather them up.

…

Drake

I did pretty well. Drake said to his head. Not that it was over yet. Once the competition started, many other recently released prey were walking around.

"You good?" The gruff low tone questioned from beside him. 

He glanced over at the fuzzy black-furred being, with devilish pawed clawed hands, as well as two more arms much lower coming out from his abdomen. Its beam-like eyes peered at Drake curiously. He looked threatening, given his height was similar to Lev's. 

"Yeah…I just… shouldn't be around givers right now."

It shrugged its upper arms, "isn't this the best time to get willing humans?"

"I've been told. But I only drink their blood on a crescent moon."

Their head turned, perplexed by his confession, "oddly specific."

"I have to be," Drake said.

"Wouldn't that make you crave it more?"

"I'm trying to get over an addiction…besides animal blood works fine."

They stretched out on all fours for a second. "I'm not going pretend I know you, vampires." He replied, getting back up, "but I think it'd be worse if I forced myself away from what I like."

I think you were better than I was. Drake thought.

He heard his phone ring and answered.

"Drake, go find Beatrice and Lynette. Claudia and Lev won't stop telling me that I made a stupid decision and that Beatrice will leave her alone somewhere!" 

He sighed, "alright." And before Alexander could hang up, he heard the two teasing him more. 

After Drake thanked Elliot, thinking more about it. I just broke my habit. If I'd stuck to it, I wouldn't be this bad. He assured himself. 

It was hard to follow her scent and heart. Even though every heartbeat was distinct, with very slight audible differences to Drake, it was still hard to pinpoint Lynette's over all the others. 

He went to the Sweet House area and was about to head inside when he noticed Beatrice surrounded by other humans around a table. She's weak to compliments. 

He got closer to it, seeing Lynette was next to her arm. He got closer and tapped at Beatrice. She noticed him and smiled down.

"Hey, Drakey~." 

He could nearly see her inflated ego. "Alexander sent me to pick up Lynette."

"Ah~ Of course." She put her back down on the ground near Drake. 

Lynette stumbled about before gaining her balance. "Thank you…" She muttered, and he nodded, ushering her to follow. 

"W-wait." Lynette touched his shoulder. 

He traced her arm up and back to her neck, then her face. "Mhm?" He could hear her heart soften, and he tried to control his line of sight. Though, as usual, his bangs hid it well. 

"I want one of those little turtle puffs, please! We didn't go into Sweet house yet!"

"We can later-"

"Please! It'll be real quick, and I can get you one too. You still need energy, right?"

His shoulders rose, "I-I don't eat normal food." His voice was trembling. 

Lynette put her face in her hands. "Sorry, sorry-" She peeked out of them, "maybe they might have a drink for you?"

Drink? "I'd love one." He accidentally said aloud.

"Thank you!" 

She took it as approval and went again toward the Sweet House.

Drake gritted his teeth, trudging behind her. 

She slowed down to allow him to catch up, or at least that's what he thought. She started to go toward a photo booth. 

Her heart sounded sweeter, reminiscing a delightful memory. "I took these with my family every year around Halloween." She looked back at him, "do you mind if I go in there and take a few pictures? My brother hates how I dress, so if I give him a strip of me doing poses with my outfit, he'll get mad." 

She had such an innocence to her tone. 

He allowed her to leave. It gave him a much-needed breather. There were only so many people around their current area as the events drew everyone. Especially since there were a few hours left.

"Drake!" She peeked from behind the red curtain, "do you mind helping me? I don't know how to work this."

Drake approached cautiously, going past the curtain to her. It was big, yet with no one around, it felt so close to him. 

She pointed at the smaller panel that was about their size. "How do I get it to work?"

His lips quivered, "it needs energy." He barely opened his mouth to speak. 

"Okay," Lynette got closer. He couldn't help but stare. And she spoke to him, "and Drake, I don't know if I hurt you or was mean to you earlier this morning."

Drake took a deep breath, "no need to bring this up now. O-o-okay."

There was a slight stutter to her beat. It sounds so lovely. 

He didn't hear anything else. It started to overtake her voice, turning it to background static. Her heart trembled with every little beat, a slight fear for him that she rarely ever expressed externally. 

She went forward, waving her hand in front of him. 

"Drake? Are you okay?"

He couldn't move away from her. His fangs needed to taste her flesh. 

"Drake?"

She took a step closer. Her expression held fear yet more worry than anything. 

"What do you need? Do you want me to call Alexander? Do you need me to get you that drink? Tell me something, anything. Please, how can I help you?"

Drake stepped over the panic in her tone. He focused on the word "anything" and wrapped his hand around her waist. She couldn't even fully yelp out as he exposed her neck to himself and leaned into her sinking his fangs deep into her bare neck.

…

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[acourtofthought]

Good morning!!! Or afternoon! Wherever you are!

Unfortunately, I follow a Feyre Stan who is very anti-elucien but we share our love for Feyre. She, along with a lot of E**iels, insist that Elain notices Lucien wanting to further things along but Elain just doesn’t care at all. Period. I thought to myself—what? If she didn’t care, she wouldn’t have such strong reactions to it. And she DOES have very strong reactions to him. The strongest, her reactions to him stand out from everyone else. Because duh! He’s her mate! Also, how can she not care when canonically, we all know that mates are very in tune and very aware of each other and their feelings. There’s an actual thread there, friends. A connection so sacred and rare that marriage pales in comparison. I’ll never understand why they think Elain doesn’t care. They completely ignore canon and refuse to think and read analytically.

Hello there!! I'm US Eastern time so depending on when you sent this it could have been either of those things 😀

You can always tell when a reader who has a ship completely glosses over anything not related to their ship.

Whereas Elucien stans distinctly remember a conversation that Feyre had with Mor.

"Stay out of it. She's not ready and neither is he, no matter how many presents he brings."

"Let him live with his Band of Exiles. Let him deal with Tamlin in his own way. Let him figure out where he wants to be. Who he wants to be. The same goes with her."

Do readers honestly believe that we've seen Lucien figure out ANYTHING yet? Yes, he's living with Jurian and Vassa but does it seem like he's thriving there? And Elain lives with her sister for gods sakes. Cooking and baking for her sister, tending to her sisters garden. Sorry but does an Elain stan really think that's an exciting future for her?

Of course Lucien looks at Elain with longing. He's got a Mating Bond with her and that draws two people together. Do Lucien or Elain truly know one another yet? I think they probably have this crazy intimacy between them because of what the bond allows them to sense about the other but you can't claim that as knowing. It's sort of like being given all the information of the universe all at once without fully understanding it. I do think Lucien and Elain are somewhat aware of one another's deepest thoughts without really knowing the little stuff yet. So no, they don't "know" each other while still having a strong awareness of the other. But, that still doesn't mean either is ready for the next step, even Lucien.

Two people should not attempt to come together before attempting to figure out what they want from their life as an individual person. It would be horrible timing for either Lucien or Elain to actually pursue something romantic right now (cough E/riel, cough cough).

Sorry I took that in a completely wide direction but what I mean to say is that, regardless of how we perceive his longing glances and the drive to know her because of instinct and glances into her mind, I don't think Lucien is actually making any real effort to further things along right now. He has not actually said, "can we talk alone?" "Do you want me to stop coming around?" "Can I take you out for a drink?" Sorry but that is not a Male actively pursuing a female and I think that's because (as Mor said), he's not ready. That boy has some things to figure out before he can start anything real up, same with Elain. And I think on some level, they are both aware that neither of them is in any place to move forward (hence why Elain has not accepted or rejected the bond. She's literally made no moves regarding it). And why Lucien continues in this Mating Bond holding pattern. But they are affected by one another and it's ridiculous to think they aren't. Elain "shrinking" back is a classic SJM move. Where it looks one way but there's a whole lot of emotion going on behind it and a whole lot of thought that SJM is going to explore when we finally get to Elain's book. But just like we knew Nesta's hatred and venom towards Cassian actually equaled real feelings (weird right?), Elucien's know that in the same way, Elain shying away from Lucien and trying to convince herself she wants something with Az is her attempt at trying to avoid admitting to herself how strong her feelings toward Lucien actually are. Something she can't seem to control and something she's scared of as a result.

#anti e/riel #pro elucien #elucien

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Kenma x depressed reader

Your parents were like most other parents. They were nice enough every now and then but they still had their quirks.

Your dad was aloof like a cat who couldn't care less about you existing or not. He only showed that he cared when he found out the first time about your self harm.

Your mom was the type to switch things up. Occasionally she would want to hug you or make you food. Most of the time though, she would argue and put you down. She called you a bitch, a whore, a useless brat, etc. This drove you crazy when she acted nice.

On a typical Tuesday during the first week of school, you woke up and went downstairs. You were dressed and physically ready. Mentally you wish you could just stay in bed for the rest of your life. Your mother had your lunch ready and you slapped together a piece of toast and jelly.

As you ate in the car you put an earbud in to listen to (your favorite playlist). You can't stand the radio.

Your pov

I swear to God, if I have to hear "happy" by Pharrell Williams one more time, I'm gonna fucking lose it. It's so repetitive and annoying. No one is that happy. Well… unless you are on drugs… then maybe.

We finally made it. I'm a freshman which is super cringy. Most of them run around the halls as if they are happy to be in school.

I step out of the car and see the sign for Nekoma high school. I grab my stuff and head inside.

Time skip to lunch cuz I'm hungry

I sit under a tree and start listening to music so I can calm my dying social battery. It is pretty warm outside making a sweater and thigh highs seem a tad odd. Of course I switched my happy and bubbly personality on so people don't question it too much.

I had my best friend with me. She is moving soon but I knew she could get the school to think this is just my style since she is a super popular senior. bsf/n never knew why I would cover up. For all she knew, it really is my style.

I couldn't possible flat out tell her "I know we are sad you are moving away but I just wanna let you know I cut myself for fun". I know she'd feel guilty and take my blades away. That sounds like too much of a pain.

As me and bsf/n were sharing songs with each other, a guy came up to us. He seemed too cocky for me and I went back to looking at my phone.

"Hey Kuroo! Whatcha doin without kenma?" Bsf/n said standing up and hugging him.

"He wanted to be alone to play games. Something about a social battery. I wasn't really listening though." Kuroo shrugged with a sigh.

I let out a small laugh. So he's a bit like me. He seems to have more confidence though since he told his friend to leave him alone.

"Who's this? Why is she laughing at my pain?" Kuroo joked.

"This is y/n. She also talks about social batteries but she usually whispers way too quietly for me to hear. What is a social battery?" Bsf/n asked.

"If I talk to too many people in a day I get tired and lowkey wanna beat the shit outta the next person that looks at me. That's only when it dies tho." I said still not paying attention to the beanstalk in front of me.

"Did Kenma wanna punch me then?!" Kuroo asked, looking in my direction. I ignored him. My battery was dead and I was over it.

"Heyyyyy answerrrr!" Kuroo pouted like a baby. I needed a way to stop my anger. I wanted to stab him. He talks way too much and I'm not interested.

"I'll see you later bsf/n." I got up and grabbed my stuff.

"O-ok. Are you alright?" She said with a caring tone.

"Did I say something wrong?" Kuroo was worried.

"I'm fine. I just think I started early." I had to make some kinda excuse. This was good enough because kuroo wouldn't dare question me.

"Do you need anything?" Bsf/n asked while ready to give me the world.

"Not right now." I walked away and went straight to the bathroom. I locked the stall door and took out my blade. It was in a pencil case that I put back in my bag.

I rolled my sleeve up to show scabs and scars all over my upper forearm. For the people who cut their wrists… for the love of god grow up.

I sliced and made a few cat scratches which weren't good enough. I dabbed the blood away with the thinnest toilet paper you could ever find. I take a quiet deep breath. I steady the blade and swipe it.

I had forgotten this was a new blade.

Fuck.

I reached beans for the first time. It hurt like a bitch. I can't lie. It is kinda pretty as blood fills it. The cut was in the fattiest area of my forearm. This probably saved me a trip to the hospital.

My arm is still throbbing so I made the executive decision to stop before things got outta hand. I stopped the bleeding for the most part and pulled my sleeve down. After putting everything away, I flushed the toilet and washed my hands.

It was my free period and I sure as hell didn't want to talk to people so I headed up to the roof. What kid would be up there when it's this hot?

I walk up the shit ton of stairs with my 2 ton back pack. I open the door to the roof and I sit in the shade. Then I made eye contact with a cat???? Nope it's just a middle schooler who got lost.i look back down at my phone and load up subway surfers. It's an OK game. It's good for passing time while listening to music.

"Why are you here?" The kid asks quietly.

"Shouldn't I be asking that? Aren't you a middle schooler?" I asked not looking up from my game.

"WHAT? I'm not a middle schooler though." The guy said.

"Oh… sorry. I'm up here cuz my social battery died. Then this guy named kuroo came to talk to my friend and he's exaughsting." I ranted.

"He really is that's why my social battery dies so often." He said with a small laugh

"You know him?" I asked while immersed in the game.

"Yeah. He's my friend. Oh, my names-" the guy couldn't finish his sentence.

"FUCK" right before I beat my high score I lost.

"... Kenma… u good?" He finished and looked up from his phone as I smacked the wall with my arm out of pure rage.

"Well hi kenma, my name is y/n. I almost beat my high score." I said wanting to cry out of anger.

"What are you playing?" Kenma asked.

"Subway surfers. Y'know, something to pass the time." I shrugged lowkey embarrassed that I was playing a game for 9 year olds.

"What's your high score?" Kenma tilted his head.

"583,857" I said, questioning why I'm answering all his questions.

"Really? Well mines 826,291." He boasted. This lowkey pissed me off but before I knew it he spoke again. "Hey ummm… I think you hit the wall too hard. Your arm is bleeding."

"Oh shi- what the fuck." I panicked. It was like I thought he would know what happened. He did have his suspicions because a lot of people who have social batteries get roped into self harm of some kind. Your stupid panicking only proved him right.

He went into his back and grabbed a fresh bandage and jacket he usually kept for himself and handed it to me and left. He didn't want to say anything since he knew how awkward it is to talk about. He had the bad luck of Kuroo finding out. Of course, knowing kuroo, the poor guy is usually never left alone except for when they are at school when kuroo assumes it's safe.

I was shocked and knew he knew. I didn't know if I should have felt greatful or upset that he didn't say anything. I chose to be grateful since it made me realize he wouldn't tell anyone. Not to mention the fact that he probably does the same or at least used to because he had his in his bag. I made sure the area was clear and started wrapping my arm.

Kenma pov

Kuroo is probably looking for me. It's pretty sad he burnt 2 people out. He is probably coming up here now to get me to play volleyball with him.

That's when I noticed y/ns arm was bleeding. It wasn't too much blood but it would've been rough to keep it unbandaged. I knew she couldn't walk around with a bloody sweater because that would draw way too much attention. Just thinking of it makes me sick. I opened the door and low and behold I saw kuroo and bsf/n that were about to open the door. I didn't want them seeing y/n like this so I guarded the door.

I talked with the two idiots questioning if I saw you. I told them I didn't and after a little bit we walked away. I knew you would be able to wrap it up pretty quickly and move on.

Time skip to the end of school 😮‍💨

Who knows what pov this is

You finished class and saw bsf/n waiting for you.

"Hey y/nnnn…" she paused. "Isn't that Kenmas jacket? Hold on, follow me."

She grabbed my hand without me being able to answer and before I knew it we were at the gym.

"Heyyyyy bsf/nnnnn." a guy screamed and came running at us then stopped. "Wait… who's his pretty girl you have with you. Wait…" he snaps his head at Kenma. "ISN'T THAT YOUR JACKET?! YOU TRAITOR!"

"So what if it's my hoodie Yamamoto? I spilled my apple juice on her sweater." Kenma covered for me.

Both the team and bsf/n gasped. They were shocked that Kenma was nice to someone for once.

"Wait… when were you together?" Kuroo questioned.

"Stairwell when I was going to the roof" kenma covered again.

"That was right after I left." I said lowkey panicking because there were so many eyes on me and I kept feeling phantom blood flowing down my arm.

Something about them was kinda comforting. I already played volleyball in middle school even though that team sucked major ass, I still knew a lot about the game.

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After a few weeks I became more comfortable with the team. I could stay clean a little easier but I ended up slicing my upper thighs a lot. I run out of space a lot because I only like Styros which take up a lot of space. The team still had no clue even tho I was 99% sure Kenma knew.

I came to their games and cheered them on. Then I became their team's manager. Granted it was a tad late but it wasn't bad. Everyone welcomed me and me and Kenma grew closer. We shared games and tips for said games. We had a lot of fun but it seemed like he looked sad every now and then. Ironically, it was alway right after I cut myself. Maybe it was his intuition.

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It was a normal day at practice. It was amazing how fast these guys could be. They slammed the ball down so hard I thought it could easily knock someone out. (Rip daichi even though it wasn't the spikes fault) I watched in awe and got water for the team. After a little bit they were practicing their spikes and sets and I was chasing balls down. I didn't mind it. It was good exercise but it did irritate my cuts a shit ton. They burned so bad it made me a bit angry.

As I was grabbing a ball I heard Kenma yell "WATCH OUT Y/N". I was a little shocked he could be this loud. I was too busy focusing on the fact that Kenma yelled to move out of the way. All of a sudden a ball smacked my thigh as hard as it could from Kuroos spike.

It hurt.

It hurt so bad.

My knees buckled from the pain and I landed on the floor. Kenma knew what just happened and ran to me. I couldn't help but cry as the whole team surrounded me. Before I knew it, Kenma sent everyone away as he yelled "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER". Everyone was shocked that he could be so aggressive. It took a second for people to leave my side. They knew he was serious with the way he was acting so they couldn't defy him.

"I know it hurts but I am not that strong so can you help me help you walk." Kenma said quietly and I nodded.

Kenma pov

I set the ball for Kuroo which I had done all of the time and of course it was perfect. All of a sudden I noticed the ball was going to hit y/n. I yelled because I knew she had to have run out of space on her arm and I knew she still harmed herself. I didn't want the ball to hit her wounds. I promised myself that if I saw her bleeding again I would talk to her about it and I didn't want that moment to come so soon. It made me nervous.

Then bam. The ball hit her tight and she ended up on the ground.

Shit shit shit shit shit. It definitely hit her where she began harming.

I ran over to her and she started crying. I ran my hands through her hair as I noticed the whole team ran over to us. I panicked because I didn't want them to see any blood that might come from her thigh so without realizing it, I yelled at them to go away. Thank God they left but now I have to worry about y/n.

Shit I can't carry her. I'm the size of a raw spaghetti noodle. There is no way I'll let anyone else see this though.

Y/n's pov

I was helped up and Kenma put his arm around me with my arm around his neck.

"I'm sorry if this is really awkward." Kenma blushed a tiny bit.

"Haha I should be the one that's embarrassed since I only got it with a spike while you guys get hit all of the time." I laughed a little.

When we reached the club room that was fairly close to where we were, Kenma sat me down on a chair and closed the door. He looked serious and I got nervous. I've never seen him like this.

"Um so I really don't know how to bring this up any easier." Kenma said as he grabbed a first aid kit from the cabinet next to him.

"What do you mean?" I tried to cover up the nervousness.

"I know about your self harm. That's why this hurt so bad." Kenma looked down.

"O-oh" my heart is now beating in my throat and I try to get up so I can leave this situation.

"I'm really sorry but you are bleeding on the floor. So unless you want to draw more attention… you might wanna wait here." Kenma said really embarrassed as he was shaming himself for looking at your thigh and for mentioning self harm at all.

"Shit… I wanna throw up. This is so awkward." You felt lowkey disgusted that he had to say anything but also that he knew about it.

Kenma, being the awkward person he is, handed you a trashcan in case you actually were going to throw up.

"I noticed since I do it too. I get a vibe and it was proven with your facial expressions and personality as well as the dead giveaway being the way you dressed. I'm really sorry this is so awkward. I don't have to wrap them up if you don't want me to since they are on your thigh." Kenma said as his emotions spiraled.

"You what?..." I was shocked by his confession about him doing the same thing as me. Kenma just nodded and showed the scars on his stomach.

"Kenma…" I said quietly while my pride flowed out in my tears.

"Yes y/n? Oh sorry I can get out" kenma started opening the door.

3rd pov???

"Can I please have a hug?" You just needed some comfort. At this point you would hug a complete stranger. You needed to calm down in a way self harm couldn't help you.

"Sure" , Kenma smiled a little and closed the door again. He walked over to you and got on his knees so he could be on your level. He gave you the 1st hug you've received in a long time. You didn't know how much you actually needed this until this moment. Of course he was careful to not get your blood all over him but he needed his hug as much as you did.

After a while he left you to bandage yourself up and clean the floor. Thank God you only bled on the club room floor since your skirt collected the rest of the blood. The problem was that since you bled on your skirt, it was now a bit shiny and crunchy. You panicked and didn't know what to do.

You slowly opened the door and saw Kenma being your little guard dog while looking at the team practicing.

"You alright now?" Kenma asked with a caring tone.

"Yea but is it noticeable I got blood on my skirt? It helps that it's black but still…" you asked not really wanting to be more of a burden. You felt like you were an attention whore at this point.

Kenma felt like it was super awkward to look at your skirt but he checked anyway because he knew his second opinion would be important.

"Um… it is kinda noticeable. Sorry." Kenma said quickly, looking away.

"Shittt" you panicked not knowing what to do.

"Here lemme see." Kenma walked into the room and closed the door again. He opened his locker and handed you an extra pair of sweatpants. You were the same height so it was the perfect idea. He also handed you a shirt to match the pants. You hadn't changed out of your uniform since it was too awkward for you to do.

He left the room and let you get changed. You walked out and joined Kenna to walk down and continue the hour left of practice.

“Y/nnnn are you ok?!?!” Yamamoto yelled.

“I’m so sorry y/n!” Kuroo apologized like I was a monarch that was going to behead him.

“I’m fine I’m fine.” I smiled.

“Wait. Why are you wearing Kenma’s clothes againnnnn.” Yamamoto pouted.

“A while ago my dog bit me really bad and it was still healing. When I got hit it opened up again. The skirt was gross so Kenna was nice enough to lend me these.” You noticed you were going to get attention anyway but for some reason, being near Kenna calms you down.

Kuroo apologized again and Yamamoto was still pouting about not being able to give you his clothes.

The team carried on like usual and you were fine. The coach made you sit out for the rest of the practice to only get water and to take notes on their weaknesses. You were good enough at analyzing that he let you help him coach the guys to be better. This low key gave you a power trip.

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You grew even closer to Kenna and you always have game and movie nights where you would just lie around and eat and chill. Kenmas mother is super nice and would always make you guys amazing snacks and give movie recommendations. The team was jealous but you both ignored it.

You relapsed less but it was still a problem. Kenma was worried about hurting you but he knew bringing it up every time would be hard for you. Every now and then he would bandage your arms and attempt to help you feel better. Of course since he didn’t really know what to do he would just wrap you up in blankets and give you your favorite snacks and candy.

After a few months you were super comfortable with each other. You also helped him through bad days. You would do the same things he did by wrapping him in blankets and giving him bite sized homemade apple pies. Before you knew it you two were dating. You were quiet but chaotic together. The team was half jealous and half happy about the news.

You had loads of inside jokes and that made people jealous but who cares as long as you two were happy.

Once Kenma came over to your house your dad ignored and kinda glared at Kenma. Your mother scolded you for having a guy over right after he left for the bathroom. Kenma was angry but he knew he had no power over them. Once he left the bathroom you told him not to worry since your mother got mad over everything. This made him angrier but he just hugged you instead.

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Years later you moved out together and are now super happy. Neither of you relapsed in a long time and you were both super proud. You pursue your dream job and Kenma is a popular streamer. You lived well and had two adorable dogs. Your dog is a (your fav dog) and (another fav dog). Kenma has a calico cat that bosses the dogs around all of the time. You could never ask for more. 🥺

#haikyuu!! #depressing shit #haikyuu x reader #tw

[golbrocklovely]

i also believe that sam comes across as calm, cool, and collected emotionally and generally. so fans that don't feel that way about themselves think "oh i have to listen to him bc i want to be like that myself." when in reality, sam is a workaholic, emotional mess who's scared of losing his youth but pretends to know what he's doing and constantly works to the bone bc he can't be stagnant long enough to be left alone with his emotions/thoughts. // i don't know why is that a problem? I mean I see ur point tho, but i also think that even if he's a public figure, he can still choose not to expose himself on social media, talking about stuff that makes him vulnerable. And not vulnerable for others, fuck those, vulnerable for himself, which i will say is like a coping mechanism that i also use sometimes because it helps me prove more of myself. Like ok I'm an emotional mess, like u said, but I'll never show this to people because i don't want to believe it myself. All i can say is that he doesn't hide this stuff because he's scared of what others might say or see him, i think he doesn't want to acknowledge something that on the long run can affect him or his work. And i don't think that's wrong

i mean, if sam was purposefully not sharing that side of himself to fans bc he doesn't think they deserve to know that, that's one thing. it's okay for him to not share everything. i don't expect him, or anyone for that matter, to do that. but there is a difference between putting up a front to protect yourself from outsiders (ie fans that don't really know you and don't deserve to know that much about you) and lying to yourself about why you act the way you do. the only person you fool by lying to yourself is yourself.

my thing is, i obviously have no clue if i'm right or not. i could be wrong, but i'm also basing my opinion off of things sam has said himself or has alluded to. that being said, if you constantly have to pretend to be okay, or constantly have to keep yourself going and working and can't stop for anything bc you risk being left alone with your own thoughts…. you need to seek help. you are putting a band-aid on an amputated limb. it's not fixing what you think it can. it's a short term solution for a longer issue. and trust me, ignoring it or pushing it to the side will not make it better. when you ignore the darker sides of yourself, all they do is fester.

i understand there is a lot that goes into seeking help, and there might be a million reasons as to why some ppl can't or have tried but failed. but you still gotta take steps to fix it. even admitting it to yourself can be a huge step in the right direction. i know me admitting something was wrong when i constantly didn't want to be alive helped me so much.

i don't have all the answers, but what i do know is that coping mechanisms aren't the end-all-be-all for ways to help with issues. they can help a little, but it's not the final solution.

#ask #personal #sam golbach