#oh yeah and I can’t spell sorry :‘D

[the-roo-too]

not my fault -> plastic! oh haewon

-the trio owns the school, but you own the queen bee’s heart

warnings: loosely referencing mean girls; basically making out in the closet lol; more of a short drabble than an oneshot tbh

genre: secret relationship; fluffish

notes: i might be in love with reneé rapp

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as your lunch tray hit the table with a soft thud, you became aware of how quiet your spot in the cafeteria was compared to the other tables.

while you wouldn’t necessarily call yourself a loner, you wouldn’t be caught dead talking to someone without a reason. it just felt like none of the cliques were for you.

taking a small bite out of your food, you could feel a pair of eyes burning into the back of your head. even from across the cafeteria, the sensation was unmistakable.

the table in the middle of the room was occupied by the most influential trio in the whole school—the plastics. not to be mistaken with an environmental group, the plastics were a very closed off clique, like a teen royalty.

there was bae jinsol, an actually nice girl. she just wasn’t on the brightest side. rumour has it she tried to spell orange with a ‘d’ once.

then there was seol yoona, more commonly known as sullyoon. she knew everything about everyone and had connections basically everywhere.

at last, there was an apex predator. the queen bee of the school. the devil in human form.

oh haewon. the girl who’s eyes were currently burning holes in the back of your head.

one secret not even sullyoon knew about was the one that you shared with haewon.

despite all the rumours of her hooking up with this or that jock, she was very much not interested in men. you were the only one she had her eye on.

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haewon let her eyes linger on you for a little longer before she turned her attention to her friends with a bored sigh. sullyoon was yet again talking about some boy she had in her gym class. no one worthy her attention.

“what’s his name again?” she asked in a dismissive tone.

when sullyoon looked at her, slight hurt flashed in her eyes. the queen be rarely ever listened to them.

“jake.” she said before smiling stiffly. “the one i’ve been talking about for a week.”

“yeah, i remember now.” a bored sigh escaped haewon’s lips before she turned her attention to the third girl in their clique. “say, jinsol, wasn’t he invited to your party this friday?”

“who, jake?” bae glanced briefly at yoona as she nodded. “i think so.”

“great. i’ll help you talk to him then.” sullyoon looked at her in shock before a small smile broke out on her face.

“thank you, haewon.”

“it’s whatever. you guys wanna skip the rest today?” she got approving nods from her friends, making her grin softly. “i’ll meet you two by my car. i have to go see minjae before we leave.”

sullyoon smiled at her, as did bae. they both thought she was dating one of the jocks—she did let him be seen with her sometimes. he thought she was just playing hard to get, while in reality she just kept him around for appearances.

haewon typed a quick text to the contact ‘my baby 🩷’ before she stood up from the plastics table and left the cafeteria.

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“i missed you…” she whispered, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand, keeping your body close to the wall. “you looked so pretty today, my baby.“

“i missed you too, haewon…” you mumbled back against her lips, gently kissing her. those intimate moments in the janitor’s closet weren’t ideal, but it was all you could get in school without being caught.

“i told jinsol and yoona i was seeing that jock again… does that make you jealous, pretty girl?” the grin she sent you made you feel weak in her hold. she knew damn well what she was doing, and boy did she enjoy it.

“you know it does… i hate that we have to hide.”

“awh.” her soft pout didn’t ease your nerves as much as she hoped it would. “i’m sorry, babe. you know i can’t have people knowing i’m gay. do you know how much it would cost me?”

“yeah.” you gave her a weak glare before kissing her pink lips yet again. “you care about your reputation more than you care for me.”

“i wouldn’t be sneaking into this dirty closet with you during lunch time if i didn’t care, would i? you knew what you were getting into when i told you this had to be a secret.”

of course she was right. when was oh haewon ever wrong though?

“it’s not my fault you fell for me, silly girl.”

“i hate that you’re right.”

she grinned at you, her free hand sneaking to your waist. “course you do.”

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#haewon #oh haewon #oh haewon x reader #haewon x reader #nmixx x reader #nmixx #kpop #kpop gg #kpop x reader #kpop gg x reader #renee rapp #not my fault #mean girls #mean girls x reader #female idol x reader #female reader #fxf #gxg #wlw #lesbian #sullyoon #seol yoona #bae jinsol #bae #minjae

[en-vys]

xiao - ciao, xiao! .~+*+~.

summary : what happens when you aren’t around when xiao’s heat strikes? what do you imagine he’ll do… and the lengths he’ll take just to feel better.

content & warning : masturbation, pillow humping, needy!xiao, needy, dirty dreams, FEMreader -sorry- ,

a/n : THIS ISNT THE ANGST ⚠️ i spelled xiao as ciao awhile ago so i thought about it as a title and thought of a category and context 😭

“XIAO! i’m gonna leave soon. ms. ningguang is going to be here soon to pick me up.” you yell to the adeptus, whom was upstairs sobbing. you jogged up the stairs to see why he wasn’t responding. “alatus? sweetie? wher-” you hear hiccuping in your shared room. “oh my. alatus why are you crying?” you ask pulling xiao towards you, hugging his crawled up form. “i could always canc-” “no! y-you don’t have to. its an important c-con °hiccup convention! you need to go.”

“y’know it’s okay to miss me right? i’m not telling you to conceal your feelings.” stroking the back of his head. “my love. i know you need to go.” you felt bad for leaving. especially with his heat coming up. “you know what week it is right?” he asks his eyes shining a wonderful green hue. “yeah it’s your heat week. i’m sorry i can’t help you out xiao.” he wipes his tears away. “the reason i was crying wasn’t that you were leaving. but that you were going to leave me during my heat week.”

“oh you sly bitch.” he smirks, you know what hes going to say next. “yeah. but i’m your bitch aren’t I~ 💗” he cocked his head sideways, moving in slowly for a kiss. you immediately moved just to tease him, and earned a small whine from him.

now after you left xiao felt a bit untouched… i mean you did leave him without fucking the poor guy. “hnhgg y/nnn~” he moaned as he palmed himself through his airy pants.

needy!xiao / was desperate by nightfall. he dug through the hamper for your dirty underwear just to smell and feel you, but to his suprise. you did the laundry.

needy!xiao / scrambled through his phone to find a sultry photo he was allowed to take during one of the many sessions the two of you had.

needy!xiao / couldn’t even find sweet release after hours of humping the pillow that smelt the most like you.

needy!xiao / forgot all about the emergency disk that held numerous voicelines of you moaning his name, or calling him a good boy, or degrading him.

needy!xiao / only felt release when he thought he had heard your voice but it was just scaramouche entering the door using a recording he had to spook him.

needy!xiao / wasn’t even aware scara had come to check up on him til he heard a shutter click, and he turned around to see a snickering scara.

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“DAMN. she has you wrapped around her finger.” scara snickers, sending the picture of xiao collapsed on the bed panting. cum dripping everywhere on the bed sheets. “you’re even wearing a collar? whats the name tag say? “y/n’s bitch” or “needy whore”.” once his heat was over xiao was going to beat the living hell out of scara and make him buy a new phone. “d-delete that.” xiao muttered. “yeah no worries. y/n asked me to check up on you and send her picture of what you were doing.” xiao heard the click of the door, meaning scara was gone.

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tired!xiao / still feels horny so he tries to muster up the courage to rub himself through his pants.

tired!xiao / was ecstatic to find out that you were going home in 2 days. he couldn’t wait to fuck your brains out.

tired!xiao / tried going to sleep but failed as his dick twitched in his pants again.

tired!xiao / lazily strokes himself while being half asleep. imagining you kitten licking and edging the poor guy.

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“MMMMMHAAG. i n-need. you y/nnn.” he says speaking into the mic of his phone. “i c-can’t cum without you.. scara made me think you came home early and made me cum by accident :(”

poor baby. you think “i know. he sent me a picture of you with cum all over the sheets and yourself.” yeah stifle a laugh. “don’t laugh!” xiao continues rubbing himself, whining into his phone. “i want to see you y/nnn!” he sounds like hes going to burst.

“did you not listen or watch the tapes in the disk i gave you alatus?” his ears turn red. “t-they don’t work… i need you.”

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lol this is half of a past post. :0

#en vys #genshin smut #smut #genshin impact #xiao smut #alatus #idk what else to tag #rut #needy xiao #ciao xiao!

[jamesunderwater]

Jily Microfic - Opponent

@jilymicrofics - feb 27th, prompt: opponent - words: 911 Summary: Lily might have a heart murmur, might have a crush, it's hard to tell, but she's definitely a feminist, and in case you were wondering, she doesn't care at all if another girl shows interest in James Potter. read the rest in this lil academic rivals to lovers series on my AO3, here! (and stay tuned as this is part 1 of 3 for a little end-of-the-month academic rivals finale ;D) Read Part 2 here & Part 3 here!

Lily Evans is a feminist – she’s obviously a feminist. She’s not about to treat another woman like an opponent just because the girl's got a crush on a boy Lily only mildly, maybe, a little bit – she isn’t even really sure she – likes. Especially not if that boy is James Potter. 

(Again, she isn’t sure – it could just be a heart murmur, she’s looking into it.)

So Tamara Campbell told her friend Maritza Acebo who told Mary Macdonald that Tamara thinks James Potter is cute – so what? When Mary asked James what he thinks of Tamara, he only said, “She’s cute, yeah,” and that’s not exactly I’m going to ask her out this instant sort of language. And so what if he does ask her out? The only reason Lily has to care is if some ninny gets James Potter distracted from his studies, leaving Lily without a challenge.

Sorry, not ninny – she’s a feminist. Some girl. Some lovely, “sure, she’s cute” girl, who is probably of at least average intelligence but – it’s only a fact, nothing subjective about it – surely is no intellectual equal to James Potter, and probably only likes him because she thinks he’s some gorgeous quidditch star with sexy hair and a great smile. And, you know, it isn’t Lily’s fault that Tamara’s high-pitched laugh sounds like the laugh of a ninny. Maybe she shouldn’t squeal so loud the entire corridor hears her just because Potter told one stupid joke…

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“Happy anniversary,” James says, a proud grin on his face. He’s standing in front of Lily’s desk in their office, bouncing on his heels. He’s sure this is an idiotic idea, but since Lily already thinks he’s a fool, James figures there’s no harm in trying his luck. And whether she smiles or just smirks and rolls her eyes, either expression will be better than the perpetual frown she’s worn the last week.

When Lily lifts an eyebrow, he brandishes a plate from behind his back, placing it before her.

“What’s this?” she asks him, her tone flatter than he’d imagined it would be.

“Lemon tart,” James answers, his smile wavering a bit. “It’s your favorite…isn’t it?”

She stares at the plate for what feels like a century, and James can’t make any sense of what’s happening behind her blank expression. Finally, she says, “Yeah, I like it fine,” her voice lifting forcefully. 

James wishes he were being buried alive, or burned at a stake, or plummeting from three hundred feet in the air – anything besides standing here in this moment.

“Oh,” he manages through desert-dry lips. Clearing his throat, James attempts a recovery, his entire face on fire. “Well, I just thought – it’s been two whole months of being Head students together…” This explanation is going terribly. Is there a spell for turning the floor to quicksand? Can it be done non-verbally? “And we haven’t killed each other yet, so…” He forces a chuckle. “Thought we might celebrate.”

Lily looks at him then, finally, and the green of her eyes is wrong somehow. Too bright and too dull all at once. “Yeah,” she says, her lips down-turned. “Quite a feat.”

His heart squeezes in fear and warning bells chime loudly in his ears, but he asks anyway, “Are you alright?”

She clears her throat, and suddenly she’s standing and gathering her books into her arms. “I’m fine. Thanks for the dessert.” 

She disappears in a blur of red, the lemon tart still on her desk.

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It’s her own fault, really. She should have just said she liked the damn lemon tart. Why didn’t she tell him she liked the lemon tart? Lily stares across the Gryffindor table, where a few seats down James is watching Tamara Campbell giggle at a decibel only pixies could match.

This is the third day in a row she’s had lunch at their table, her blue tie sticking out amongst the rows of red. There’s absolutely a rule about students of other houses switching tables, Lily’s sure of it – and if there isn’t, there really should be. This is…this is fraternizing with the enemy, if you really think about it, given they’ve got a match against Ravenclaw in two weeks. 

Lily grumbles in irritation. Two years ago she’d never have been able to say the quidditch schedule if asked. She’s been utterly compromised. Her Charms essay due tomorrow is only half-written; this morning, her potion was only the third best in class, and she hadn’t even cared about the disapproving look on Slughorn’s face.

Another giggling shriek reaches its crescendo, and she’s simply had enough. Leaving her plate hardly touched, Lily gets up from the table and heads for the door.

“Hey, Evans, hold on a moment–” 

She barely muffles a groan at the sound of his voice, quickening her pace as she passes him. 

James, with his spider-long legs, is beside her in an instant. “D’you mind trading patrols with me on Friday?” he asks, speaking to her like she’s a child on the verge of a tantrum, as he’s done ever since the lemon tart incident.  “I’ve…got a…” He trails off, suddenly looking incredibly sheepish. 

“Fine,” Lily cuts him off quickly to avoid hearing his bumbling explanation. Her anatomy’s gone all wrong; her lungs are in her throat, her heart is in her stomach, her brain's disintegrating altogether… 

She leaves in a rush, eyes burning, unable to tell who she thinks is more stupid: James Potter, or herself.

To be continued...

#jily microfic #jilymicrofics #jily #jily fic #jily* #james potter #lily evans #jple #hp #my writing

[giggly-squiggily]

Voice Check (Black Clover)

Heyo heyo how are y'all today? This is a gift for the lovely @intheticklecloset! I've had a serious craving for some good ol' Yuno Asta antics and this is the result! :D

This takes place during episode 131, so possible spoilers below the cut! (Nothing major- the episode was a filler but also freaking hilarious- y'all check it out kjarjajrjke)

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps):

@duckymcdoorknob @rachi-roo @imjusthere07

Summary: Yuno and Asta take a break during the day. One thing leads to another and soon Yuno is discovering a hilarious quirk about his short best friend.

“Nehehe- stohohp! Asta!” Yuno ducked down with a scrunch, giggling when his friend pressed tickly fingers into his neck. “Cut that out!”

“Heh, you haven’t changed at all!” Asta laughed, ruffling the taller boy’s hair before flopping down in the grass beside them. It was after their assistant teaching gigs; the kids were with Sister Lily at the moment, giving the boys a small break. “Father Orsi used to do that to you all the time when we were kids. You’d be close to tears only to start giggling like crazy!”

“I don’t recall that.” Yuno averted his gaze, his ears tinted red.

“You absolutely did!” Asta grinned, stretching out his arms before tucking them behind his head. “You loved it too.”

“I did not.”

“Did too!”

“Did not.”

“Did too!”

“Do you want me to end you?” Yuno tried to glare, wavering when Asta grinned at him. “Ugh, you’re as annoying as you are short.”

“Heh, yeah- NOW WAIT A MINUTE!” Asta sat up with a huff, earning a small grin from the other. “You jerk- take that back!”

“Or what?” Yuno raised a brow, feeling pretty smug. “What are you going to do?”

There was a stalemate- the two staring each other down with twitching fingers and shifty gazes. A leaf blew by and landed oh so gently…

“Gotcha-whoa!” Asta had leaped forward just as a gust of wind smacked him in the gut, sending him flying backwards. His back hit the ground with barely any pain- Yuno must have used his wind to protect him. What a great guy!

Then said mage was on him, squeezing the ever living daylights out his sides and sending ticklish waves up and across his nervous system. Not a great guy, not a great GUY-

“Yuhuhuhuhuhuhuhno! Ahehahahahhahaha, yohohohohou jeheheheheheerk!” Asta cried, kicking his feet against the grass as his friend began tickling. “Thahahhat whahhahas mihihihihihi mohohohoohohove!”

“Was it now? Sorry.” He didn’t sound sorry at all! If anything- he sounded unjustly smug, wearing that damn sly grin as he carried on dancing his fingers across Asta’s ribs. “Should have moved faster, Shortsa.” “Ahehahhahahha! Yuuhuhuhno! Yuuhuhuhno I’m gohohohohonna-NYEHEHAHHA! A cackle ripped out of the shorter mage’s throat when Yuno pressed his thumbs into each side of his belly. “Oohoohooh yoohohoohohu’re boohoohohohold!”

“Bad spot?” A thought crossed his mind then. What would happen if he…

“Aww, what’s wrong? Does it tickle too much, whittle Asta?” He cooed, using the same voice he used when he played house with the kids. He didn’t know why- he had the sudden urge to try it and see what would happen. “Does somebody have a ticklish tummy?”

“AHEHAHAHA!” Asta’s eyes widened and his face flushed a bright shade of pink- a color he never thought he’d see on the other boy. His laughter boomed as the hands going to catch Yuno’s hands quickly retreated, crossing over his face as he looked away with a whine. “Doohoohohon’t aheahhahahaha! Yuuhuhuhnoohohooohoho!”

Yuno blinked, stunned. Did Asta…?

Then it all became clear.

“No way…!” Yuno was grinning now, utterly delighted at the reaction.

“Noohohoohohoho! Nohohoohoho, tahhahaht was a fluhuhuhuke! A flu-UHUUHUHUKE!” Asta all but squealed when Yuno pressed into his lower ribs, leaning in reeeeal close as he did so. When he was barely above Asta’s ear, he released his ultimate spell.

“What’s the matter? Can whittle Asta not handle some tickles on his whittle ribs? Hmm? You can cut down magic with your anti-magic, but you can’t block out how ticklish you are, can you? I should start calling you pinksta for now on with how much you’re blushing~”

Asta couldn’t even make words- only noises through hysterical laughter as he shoved and slapped at Yuno’s shoulders, feet kicking up a storm. “EHAHAHHHAHHAHAHHA!”

“What’s wrong? Got nothing to say now?” Yuno teased, feeling on top of the world. So many times Asta had him in this exact position, flustered and giggly and unable to do more than curl up and take it. To be able to put Asta in a similar state- and with the voice he used to play house with- it was amazing!

Alas, all great things must come to an end. Seeing Asta starting to cough, he immediately retracted his hands, falling back until he was sitting beside him in the cool grass. “Heh, okay. We’re done.”

The smaller mage raised a thumbs up, far too tired to properly respond. Residue giggles and gasps escaped his lips, and tears of mirth gathered in his eyes, threatening to spill. His face- once tomato red- was slowly fading to a more reasonable peach. For a moment, Yuno felt a little bad. Did he go too far?

“Ahehahaha! Hehehhee…lohohohok at you- wehenent from beheeing tihihickled to doohohing the tihihickling!” Asta grinned, sitting up some. “Yohohou’re stiihihll more tihihckclish though!”

Nevermind.

“Shush.” Laughing himself, Yuno fell back into the grass beside him, watching the clouds roll by with his best friend. “Sister Lily’s gonna come get us soon.”

“Yeah.” Asta nodded, but made no moves to get up.

“She’ll probably lecture us for running off like she did when we were kids.”

“Then she’ll tell us if we aren’t home when she gets there we get no potatoes.”

“Heh. She never did mean it. There were always extra.”

Asta laughed, happy. For once in a long time, he felt like he did before the Magic Knights. Yuno wasn’t his rival, or someone competing with him for the title of Wizard king, but just him. Just- Yuno. “I miss this.”

“Hm.” Yuno nodded, no words needed. Instead, he bumped his knuckles into Asta’s, a looser version of their go-to sign off. They spent the rest of their break staring up at the clouds until Sister Lily came around and gave her usual warning, sending them flying down the hill like kids once more.

Asta wouldn't trade it for the world.

Thanks for reading!

#Black Clover #tickle #tickle fic #yuno #asta #platonic #black clover anime spoilers #fluff #I love them your honor kljarjkeajraejrjker #They make my heart happy

[borathae]

↳ Index [Chapter 37 - Heilmittel]

• Heilmittel (German, cure)

Warnings: scary dark underground tunnels, violence in the form of stabbing, so many tears too

Wordcount: 8.1k

a/n: i don’t care what anyone says, writing OC acting like that is so much fun. we stan a slightly mad queen, she’s so hot for that hahahah

“Sweetest, you are back”, Taehyung greets you atop the marvel stairs, hurrying down in light steps, “you look well-rested. How were your days by the coast?” he asks.

Jimin is atop the stairs as well, appearing after having heard Taehyung call out for you. He is still in his painting clothes, cheek covered in the remnants of a light sky blue.

“Yeah, yeah they were good. Really good. I can’t stay for long, I have to test something out”, you dismiss him, slipping out of your coat quickly with his help.

Taehyung, who wanted to lean in for a sweet kiss, gets denied as you hurry past him with nothing but the cellar in mind.

“So…it didn’t help”, Taehyung says with utter heartbreak in his voice, dropping your coat on the ground as his body sinks into itself in defeat.

“Don’t run away! Taehyung asked you a question”, Jimin calls out, placing a protective arm over Taehyung’s shoulder. He even tries to make himself bigger by puffing out his chest.

“What?” you stop, looking over your shoulder, “oh no, they helped. I finally figured it out, Tae. I know what to do.”

“What?”

“I know what to do. I can save Yoongi”, you say and smile before turning away to hurry to the cellar.

The vampires follow you.

“How did you figure it out? Where are we going? What are you doing?” Taehyung asks.

“The cellar, I have to test it out before I actually do it”, you tell him, unlocking the door with the keys you keep in the dresser just next to the heavy door.

“So that is where you keep those keys. How is that possible? I looked into those drawers a dozen times before and they were always empty”, Taehyung mumbles.

“Protection spell. I hid them for everyone but me”, you explain, lighting the torches with a snap of your fingers. They flicker to life one by one until the entire staircase is lit, now guiding your eyes into the blinding darkness down below.

“Why would you hide them?”

“Because I couldn’t have you guys finding them and taking them away from me. I know you would have tried something like that.”

“I wouldn’t-“, Taehyung stops talking when you send him a look over your shoulder. Flustered, he fixes his gaze to the side, “-I would have had very good reason for doing it”, he gives in, “just like I still do. I told you to find relaxation by the coast and what did you do? You continued thinking about it.”

“Technically we didn’t go to the coast”, you explain, lighting the torches in the cellar as well. They flicker on one by one, guiding the way to the heavy iron gate at the end of the long corridor. Groaning of your captives greets your ears as you pass them. Like always you stop in your steps to cast your eyes on the wall behind which – and three more heavy doors – Namjoon is living out his eternal sentence. Like always you lower your eyes in pure hatred, but today, only today, you dare to add just a hint of glee in it. You found a cure. Namjoon lied. You didn’t lose everything. You fucking won.

“What do you mean by that?” Taehyung rips you back to reality by gripping your shoulder tightly to turn you to him. His worried eyes meet yours, “where else did you go?”

“Back to Meredith and then my grandmother’s house.”

“What?” Taehyung gasps, looking over his shoulder at Jungkook, “did, did you know about that?”

“It was my idea”, Jungkook says, “I’m sorry, but I couldn’t give up Yoongi either.”

“Well, neither do I! I want Yoongi’s return just as much as you do. But I trusted in you to keep her distracted. She needed some time away from all of this and you dragged her right into it again”, Taehyung’s voice is raised. He points his finger at Jungkook, “when you told me that you will take her because you can see how stressed I am, this was a lie wasn’t it? You didn’t want me to have some distance from her, you wanted to take her to Meredith. You, you deceived me.”

“I didn’t deceive you. I just…I wanted you to have some time away from all of this, I really did and then you had that idea for the trip and I knew that I could combine it with my own plans. My initial plans were to take ___ and leave one night without telling you guys.”

“Oh my god”, Taehyung stumbles back, “you are all a bunch of deceiving liars.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to lie to you. I really didn’t”, Jungkook insists, stepping closer to take Taehyung’s hands but Jimin stops him with a firm hand on his chest.

“This is close enough”, he grumbles with a grim expression.

“Seriously?”

“Yes. Seriously.”

Jungkook studies Jimin’s face and gives up with a sigh, “Tae baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you, but I did and I’m sorry for that. I really am.”

“No. I’m too upset to forgive you right now”, Taehyung says, turning away from Jungkook and you, “I’m leaving. I can’t take another one of your lies.”

You stop him.

“My darling”, you say calmly, touching his chest. He is breathing heavily, letting you know just how upset over your betrayal he was, “I know you feel hurt and betrayed right now, but please stay with me for a little while longer. I promise you, it will all make sense soon.”

“No. I can’t bear to watch you fall further and further into madness.”

“Please trust me”, you insist, “I need you with me on this one, please.”

“As did I”, Taehyung wipes your hands off his chest on a swift and angry movement, “I needed you to go to the coast and relax and yet you didn’t.”

“I did. I relaxed, I promise you. I, I slept and ate and talked to my grandmother and I feel refreshed.”

Taehyung scoffs, shaking his head, “you told me that she died years ago.”

“Yes, but we saw her. I’m serious. We actually saw her.”

“More lies. How wonderful”, Taehyung exclaims, throwing his hands over his head in defeat, “now you’re thinking me a complete fool.”

“Tae, hey look at me”, you cup his face even if he flinches back at first, “I’m not lying to you. We saw her. We visited her in this weird world somewhere between my memories and the spirit realm and we spent two days at her home and once we woke up again, two days actually passed, but my body didn’t feel tired. It felt as if I truly took a vacation at her home.”

“I never even heard of this being possible.”

“Neither did I. But it happened and, and she finally gave me what I needed all this time. She gave me an answer, Tae.”

“I don’t believe you. You, you most definitely passed out again and, and hallucinated. You’re losing your mind to the research, please ___ just relax for once, please.”

“I will. After I freed Yoongi, I will finally relax. I promise you”, you say, “please trust me. One last time. Please.”

“I don’t know if I can”, Taehyung whispers with heartbreak in his voice and his shoulder sagging from all the weight of emotion dragging him down.

“Please? Just one more time.”

“And if it won’t work?”

“It will, trust me. It will work. This time around it will work.”

“And if it won’t?” Taehyung insists, furrowing his brows in desperate anger.

“Then….I don’t know”, you say, whispering your next words with trembling in your voice, “then you get the satisfaction of telling me that I have gone mad.”

“I wouldn’t find satisfaction in telling you that! Each word I speak about your madness pierces my heart with glowing blades”, Taehyung’s eyes fill with tears, “I’m dying slowly because of the pain, ___. Seeing you fail again would bring me no satisfaction.”

“I know”, you take Taehyung’s trembling hands, “trust me, I know and, and I don’t want to hurt you. I just…need you to come with me one last time, please.”

“Fine”, Taehyung gives up, hissing the word at you, “I will come with you, but I won’t find enjoyment in it. Know that much.”

“Thank you”, you whisper, guiding his knuckles to your lips to kiss them softly, “I don’t take your support for granted.”

Taehyung pulls his hands free and takes a step back, “just take me wherever you want to go”, he says coldly.

“Come. Follow me, I’ll lead the way”, you say and after grabbing a torch you turn to strut away in big steps.

Taehyung draws close to Jimin. You hear the latter ask him if he was okay to which Taehyung gives him no answer, but you figure that he either shook or nodded his head. You may know the answer already, feeling too guilty to dwell on it any longer. You really do feel for Taehyung and you understand where he is coming from, but you are so close to making everything right. You are so close to making your family whole again and to bring Yoongi back. You can’t fix the thing with Taehyung when the solution to fixing everything was so close.

Jungkook tries to hold Taehyung’s hand, but the latter merely pulls his hand away before that could happen. So Jungkook walks next to Taehyung with sagging shoulders and a big pout on his lips. He feels really fucking guilty too. He never wanted to hurt Taehyung.

You stop when you reach the iron gate, pulling out the big black key to unlock it.

“Are you out of your mind? You can’t go in there”, Taehyung gasps, reaching out to stop you but too late.

The gate opens with a loud squeak.

“It’s okay. I know my way around.”

“What? How?”

“I spent too many nights down here.”

“What?” even Jungkook sounds surprised at your confession.

Yes, you will go there. You will reveal your greatest secret to them. Perhaps you are acting irrationally and perhaps you are making a huge mistake, but you have never felt as much hope as you do right now. If anyone can solve your problem then it must be your grandmother. She must be right with what she told you. And because she was right, you feel confident in revealing your greatest secret to them. You won’t be needing it anymore after today. Because you will have Yoongi back.

“How is this possible? We told you to stay out of those tunnels. They are dangerous.”

“Oh I know, trust me”, you say and laugh breathily, “I met the danger, but they’re not here anymore.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means”, you look over your shoulder. Shadows swallow half of your face while the other side is illuminated by the fading shine of the torches way, way back. “it means that they’re not here anymore.”

“How can we understand that?” Jimin asks.

The three vampires take a small cautionary step back upon watching your lips curl into an almost menacing smile, “I made them safe”, you say and snicker darkly.

“Oh.”

You turn your face away from them again and continue your confident walk.

“Careful of that one though”, you say, pointing down a dark tunnel of nothingness, “there’s water in this one. It reaches up to my chin at the third step. I think that there’s a whole system down there which will never be entered by people again.”

The vampires look into the darkness. You were right. You may not be able to see it, but those steps lead into deep, cold water. It sends shivers of fear down their spines. Sometimes seeing what the darkness hides is scarier than the darkness in itself.

“Where are we going anyway?” Jungkook asks.

“The round room.”

“What?” Jungkook’s loud exclaim echoes throughout the entire system, bouncing off the walls and returning to your ears as loud and messy voices, “why would we go back there?”

“Because this is where it is.”

“Where what is? What are you talking about?”

“You’ll see. It’s not far anymore.”

“You’re seriously giving me the creeps”, Jimin murmurs.

“Don’t be scared, it’s just me”, you assure him with just enough mindlessness in your voice that it sounds dishonest.

“Yeah fucking exactly”, he whispers just quietly enough that you can’t hear him. He intertwines his fingers with Taehyung, holding his hand as tightly as possible.

“What were you doing in the round room?” Taehyung asks you, following you as you take a sharp turn into a side tunnel. The air smells like rotting flesh.

“Careful now, there’s some…” you let out a scoff, shaking your head, “just be careful with what you breathe in.”

“What did you do?”

“It’s not far anymore”, you ignore Jimin’s question, “oh, I’m so excited. You guys won’t even believe how excited I am. This is everything I fucking wanted for months. Fucking victory. Yes!”

Jimin actually yells in shock because of your loud exclaim, hiding behind Taehyung.

You whip around, grinning at them. The flames contort your face into a mask of madness.

“I’m fucking winning. Namjoon was wrong, I didn’t lose. He did”, you laugh loudly, pointing your finger into the direction of where Namjoon is captured far far away, “today is the day where he will finally see that he was wrong.”

“What, what do you mean?”

“Victory, my friends”, your lips curl into a crazed smile, “victory will be ours today.”

“O-okay?”

“What’s wrong?” you ask, tilting your head to the side. You step closer, “what’s wrong?” you repeat your question, squinting your eyes as you study them. “Why are you all holding hands?”

“We uhm, we aren’t”, Jungkook stutters, releasing Taehyung’s hand which he previously almost crushed from holding it so tightly.

You furrow your brows, “don’t be scared, it’s just me. You know that”, you say and whip back around to continue your fast walk, “you guys should stop worrying about all this silly stuff when there is much more pressing matters to take care of. Come, it’s just down that tunnel.”

The vampires exchange a weary look with each other. They can still see you. Far in the distance, walking with not even an ounce of fear in your steps. The shadows swallow you more and more until it even smothers the shine of your torch. They blink in surprise. How are they unable to see you? What happened?

“Are you coming?!” you call out from the darkness.

“Coming!” Jungkook answers you and then drags Taehyung and Jimin with him.

You wait for them to join your side. The shine of the torch has returned, illuminating your features weakly.

“You guys can’t see shit, can you?” you ask them.

“No, we can’t.”

“Good.”

“What do you mean good?”

“We’re close.”

“Close to what?”

“Victory, good Jimin.”

“Can you talk like you’re normally talk? You’re being creepy.”

“I’m not creepy”, you say, shining the light into Jimin’s face, “what do you want me to tell you? Stupid fucking stories about myself? We don’t have time for that.”

“Why can’t we see in the darkness?”

“A curse, duh”, you say, leading the way again.

“A curse?”

“Yes. Stay close”, you tell them, taking a turn to the right, “it’s cast all over that stupid system. I think Namjoon’s stupid coven cast it to mask the entrance to the round room. It starts by those two statues we passed.”

“We passed statues?” Jungkook gasps.

“Yes. Two demons. Ugly bastards, if you ask me. I think they’re the beacons for the curse”, you say, “it ends right under the university by two statues of angels. It’s hilarious isn’t it?” you say and laugh, “the university is so close if only you know where to walk.”

“We’ve been walking for too long. You’re only imagining that it’s not taking long.”

“Perhaps. Now quiet and stay close. There are rats nearby.”

“We can handle a few rats.”

“You don’t wanna meet those rats. The curse made them different. Trust me”, you say.

“How do you know?”

“Who do you think cleared out most of those tunnels?” you hiss, sending him a dark look.

“Who are you?” Jimin asks.

“I am me”, you answer him and stop, “we’re here.”

“Fuck. I can smell the ammoniac”, Jungkook says, swallowing heavily.

Taehyung, who notices how he begins to shake, intertwines his fingers with Jungkook.

“It is going to be alright. We are right here with you”, he whispers.

A smile tugs at Jungkook’s lips. He squeezes Taehyung’s hand.

“Thank you”, he whispers and Taehyung simply leans in and kisses his cheek. No words need to be exchanged between them afterwards for both of them to know that the fight of before was forgiven and forgotten.

“Okay, it’s done”, you pull their attention back to you.

“What’s done?”

“I lifted the barrier spell. You should be able to enter now.”

“Barrier spell?”

“Yeah. To keep you guys out and them in.”

“Them?”

You open the door and step inside. The three vampires follow with a lump in their throat.

You snap your fingers to light the torches at once, revealing the round room and your captives chained to the wall. They hiss and groan at the sudden light, cowering away in fear upon laying eyes on you.

“What the actual fuck?” Jimin exclaims, “why the fuck do you have guys chained up here?”

“Not guys. Vampires”, you correct him.

“What?” Jimin’s voice is squeaky in shock.

You look over your shoulder. You are already by your captives, currently removing one of them from the wall chains.

“Superiors. Don’t worry, they’re not just any vampires.”

“That still doesn’t explain why you have vampires chained up in, in this awful room surrounded by demonic curses and a, a barrier spell”, Taehyung is the one to speak up.

“Research obviously”, you answer him, “follow me, don’t fucking fight me”, you hiss at the vampire you are currently dragging to the chair.

“Research?”

“I mean, I couldn’t have done it on you guys, could I?”

“Done what?!”

You slam the vampire down in the chair, holding him down with strong magic so you can chain his limbs tightly.

“What are you doing to him?” Jungkook asks you, feeling taken back to the time he was chained up in this awful room.

“I’m making sure that he doesn’t escape. Those chains are enchanted because unlike Namjoon, the moron, I don’t want my vampires to fight themselves free”, you explain, patting the vampire's shoulder, “there we go, now you can’t escape.”

“Guys please help me, she is fucking crazy. She killed Melanie and, and Rich and Eric and now she is going to kill me”, the vampire begs, looking over his shoulder at the others.

“Way to snitch on me. The fuck?” you gasp, stealing his voice with one swirl of your wrist.

The vampire opens and closes his mouth fruitlessly, looking at your friends with scared eyes.

“What did you do to him?”

“I stole his voice. He was ruining the conversation”, you explain nonchalantly as you grind up the wood.

“Is this true? Did you kill people?”

“Yes. They failed the research”, you explain, stepping closer to the vampire.

“What research? What are you talking about?”

“The search for a cure. How did you not figure that out?” you hiss, “isn’t it obvious yet? I’m trying to find a bloody cure.”

Their eyes flit to the bowl of ground wood in your hand.

“___ what are you going to do with this wood?” Jungkook asks.

“Force it into his lungs. Just like Namjoon did with Yoongi.”

“What? Are you insane? This is going to kill him”, Taehyung gasps.

“Only if the antidote fails, but it won’t. Not this time. I know it won’t”, you say and grab the vampire by its throat, “this is gonna sting for a little, I’m not sorry about that.”

Taehyung lets out a sound which was a mixture of a scoff and a gasp. You lift your eyes from the vampire, cocking your brow at Taehyung.

“What?” you ask him.

“Who are you?”

“I am me! How often do I have to tell you that?”

“No, no you aren’t you. I, I barely even recognise you.”

“Well, get used to it because this is who I am.”

“No”, Taehyung shakes his head, “no, this isn’t you.”

“It is!” you yell at him.

The room is dead silent instantly.

“This is who I am. This is me”, you dig your finger into your own chest, “all my life I spent feeling weird and different and like something was wrong with me, but not anymore. This?” you light your hand on fire with nothing but a thought. It was solely to make a point, “this is who I am. This is the fucking reason why I felt different and I won’t let you tell me that this isn’t me when I spent twenty five fucking years of my life searching for who I am.”

“Killing vampires for fun is not who you are”, Taehyung says. His voice is raised as well.

“I’m not doing this for fun. I’m doing this to save Yoongi. I find no enjoyment in this. Do you think I get off on failing over and over again? No. I want this to be over”, you hiss.

“Killing them is still not the answer.”

“I’m not even killing vampires. I’m killing monsters!” you throw back, grabbing the chained vampire by his hair to tug on it harshly and in the process, force his mouth to open, “they’re no different than those cursed rats outside or the demons lurking in those shadows. They’re monsters.”

Taehyung shakes his head, “no, they’re not. They’re like us.”

“They are nothing like you. They’re nothing but Namjoon’s ugly scum. You are my family.”

“We were once Namjoon’s scum too”, Taehyung says, “how are you so certain that they wanted this life for themselves?”

“I know what you are trying to do here. I know that you want me to see the better of myself. But this is the better version of me. I have never felt more like myself than I do right now.”

“No, it’s not. This is madness.”

“Do not speak to me of madness, Kim Taehyung, when I stumbled into this life because you and Jimin wanted a snack”, you growl, finally releasing the vampire's hair to instead, pull out the dagger of your grandmother.

Taehyung closes his mouth, staring at you with widened eyes.

“The madness started long before all of this, but it will end tonight”, you say.

“___ please”, Taehyung tries only to be silenced by you with a lift of your finger.

“Trust me. I know what I’m doing.”

“It doesn’t have to be this way.”

“It does. Now look away if you don’t want to relive how it was to lose Yoongi”, you tell them and blow the wood into the vampire’s face.

There is nothing for a second and then he begins writhing and squirming in agony, crying out silently because his voice was still gone.

“Holy fucking shit, you’re actually crazy”, Jimin gasps, stumbling back because he thought that he would never have to watch something as gruesome as a vampire choking on wood splinters again and yet here he was, having to watch it again.

You can’t react, you have to concentrate. Have to do what your grandmother told you to do. Have to safe that vampire from dying.

“Esrever”, you begin chanting the word she told you to speak until the blade glows golden. And then, only then, you ram it into the chest of the dying vampire, deep enough that you can feel the blade touch the ribs at his back.

“No. I’m fucking out”, Jimin says and turns away, “you’re actually fucking insane.”

“Please don’t do this”, Taehyung begs with his hand thrown over his mouth.

Jungkook just stares wordlessly, feeling his stomach twist while deep down a glimmer of hope begins flickering.

Despite the blade in his chest, the vampire stops squirming in agony. He stops squirming. He actually stops squirming. Until finally it is gone.

You pull the blade out, staring at the vampire with your entire body shaking in emotion.

“Holy shit”, you whisper shakily, staring at the blade in your hand. It is covered in black blood. Runes have appeared on the metal. The golden glow in them is consuming the black wood splinters trapped in the blade, “holy shit.”

With a swirl of your wrist you give the vampire his voice back.

“H-how, how are you feeling?”

“Like, like myself. What, what did you do to me?” the vampire stutters and although his voice is terribly ruined as a remnant from his death fight, he looks healthy.

“Holy shit”, you press out, stumbling back and dropping the knife in the process, “it fucking worked”, you manage to get out and then nine weeks of pain, heartbreak and hopelessness come crushing down on you, dragging you to your knees as you break down in relieved tears.

You have no recollection of the minutes which follow. You don’t know if you cried or screamed or laughed or perhaps fell victim to a mixture of everything. You don’t know what happened because your brain didn’t keep any of those seconds as memories. Perhaps the cry was as much trauma as it was relief. Perhaps having to keep the memories of this cry would have been too burdening to do. Perhaps however you couldn’t remember anything, because for the first time in seventy long nights, you don’t have to think of anything. No new loss to stomach, no new seconds of self loathing, no new moments of grief and no new fear of more hours spent researching the hopeless. You don’t have to think of anything anymore, because you finally won.

“I fucking won”, you wail, laughing just as much as you are crying, “I goddamn fucking won!”

You think that you jumped up and flipped the table in happiness. You can’t really remember a lot, because it all happened too fast.

“Fucking take that Kim Namjoon! I won!” you scream, ripping the door open to yell it into the endlessness of the tunnels, “I won! I beat you! Holy fucking shit, I beat you!” you screech and overtaken by your emotions, you retch only to empty the entire contents of your stomach on the ground.

“Hey, it’s okay”, Jungkook is by your side instantly, rubbing your back. He is crying just as much, “it’s okay. You did it, baby. You can rest now.”

You don’t even mind that you threw up. It is over as fast as it happened. Your body minds as you feel terribly dizzy and out of it afterwards, but you fight through those feelings, lifting your head.

“___”, Taehyung gasps, hurrying to you, “you are bleeding.”

“I fucking won”, you croak, barely registering when both Jungkook and Taehyung try to wipe the blood from your nose, “I’m getting Yoongi back”, you press out, head pounding like crazy, “okay fuck, I..feel…I, I need help”, you say, vision going black and head hitting Jungkook’s chest.

Someone is holding your hand. Both of them. Two pairs of hands hold them. So two people are holding your hand. Fuck, your head is pounding. Every inch of your body feels heavy in exhaustion. Did you fall asleep? Where are you? What happened? You open your eyes. It is bright outside. It’s the typical brightness the day gets when it is about to snow. What happened? Why are you in your bed? You try to sit up only to have the sharpest pain in humankind shoot through your brain.

“Fucking shit”, you press out, pulling a grimace of agony. Your head is pounding like crazy and breathing is so goddamn hard because of your stuffy nose.

“Darling?”

You turn your head where the voice came from, watching as Taehyung lifts his forehead from your hand.

“You’re finally awake”, his voice is heavy in tiredness, “oh god, I was so worried”, he presses out as his eyes fill with tears, “Kook, she’s awake!”

Someone stirs beside you.

“___?” Jungkook gasps.

You turn your head to him, watching as he props himself up on his elbow. He scoots closer, letting go of your hand to instead touch your cheeks.

“You’re finally awake”, Jungkook presses out, spilling tears just as Taehyung does, “I’m so fucking relieved.”

“What happened?”

“You passed out. It’s been ten hours since”, Taehyung explains.

You look at him, “ten hours? What? I don’t understand.”

“You were bleeding out of your nose and then you passed out against my chest”, Jungkook explains, “we tried to get you to wake up again, but you didn’t want to wake up anymore. We, we were so worried. We kept managing your heartbeat and, and even called Hobi to take a look at you, but you were out cold.”

“I passed out?” you try to sit up, but get stopped by both Jungkook and Taehyung pushing you back into the sheets.

“Don’t get up yet. Rest”, Taehyung says sternly.

“Okay?” you blink the sudden dizziness away, “I don’t understand what happened.”

“You were overwhelmed. The magic and the release of stress most definitely did it to you.”

“I see. Fuck”, you touch your forehead, “my head’s killing me.”

“Should I get you some pain medicine?” Jungkook offers.

“Yeah, maybe”, you say.

“I’ll get the others too”, Jungkook says, pecking your cheek, “don’t leave this bed until I’m back”, he orders and then disappears to get everything you need.

You turn your head to Taehyung, eyes closing halfway when he begins running his fingers over your forehead and temple. He is still holding your hand, clutching it so tightly you wonder if he will ever let you go again.

“I’m sorry for ever doubting you”, he whispers.

“Don’t.”

“No, I want to apologise. I was being unfair to you. If I knew how much you actually did, I would have never yelled at you.”

“Don’t apologise. You had every right to doubt me. And for yelling at me. I’m sorry for making you worry so much.”

He shakes his head, “I already forgave you. I understand now. All of it. You wanted to save Yoongi and you wanted to stop at nothing. Not even at killing…”, he hesitates with his choice of words, “monsters”, he decides in the end.

“I didn’t want to kill them. I really didn’t. But I had to. They were the only choice I had.” 

“I know. I understand, I think. I don’t know, it is still a little difficult to come to terms with everything you hid from us.”

“I only did it to protect you.”

“Protect me?”

“Just…from what I became. You were right a little. I’m not a killer and I hadn’t noticed it, but I think that I did go a little mad.”

Taehyung doesn’t say anything, but the fondness in his eyes lets you know that he wasn’t angry at you. Not anymore. 

“But I won’t apologise for anything else. I haven’t felt more like myself than I do ever since I found my powers and, and I won’t hide them. Not anymore.”

“I never wanted you to hide them. Oh darling”, Taehyung cups your cheek, “the only thing I wanted you to do was reconsider your choice of killing the vampire. But even that turned out to be an unnecessary worry”, his lips curl into a smile, “you found a cure.”

“I know”, you get out, eyes filling with tears, “I can’t believe that I did it. I want to cry.”

“I know, me too”, Taehyung says, kissing your tears away. He rests his forehead against yours afterwards, “I’m proud of you”, he whispers “you are a true fighter and I won’t ever doubt you again.”

“Thank you”, you whisper, crying silent tears, “and I want you to know that I would do the same for you. If you were the one with wood in your lungs I mean. I would do the same for you and, and the others too. I’d fucking fight until I’ll find a cure. Especially now that I am finally actually helpful. You, you are all my family and I can’t lose-”

“I know”, he interrupts you in a soft voice, cupping your cheek, “you don’t have to tell me. I know.”

“So you don’t think that I gave up on you when you were still imprisoned?”

“No, I don’t. I should  have never said those awful words.”

“Thank you”, you get out, releasing your breath shakily as your eyes fall closed in relief. He isn’t angry anymore. This feels so good to know.

“I also learned not to mess with you. You frightening me a little in those tunnels”, he jokes, “I don’t even want to find out what you could actually do to us poor, weak vampires.” 

You laugh, “no please don’t be scared of me. I would never hurt you.”

“I know, I was just making a silly joke”, he chuckles.

You snicker, moving your head away just enough that you could look into his eyes. They race between yours, glimmering in fondness.

“Thank you, Tae darling. I know it wasn’t easy to trust me, so thank you for still following me.”

He dismisses you with a shake of his head, “I’m just glad that you are finally awake again.”

You give him a small smile, nodding your head in agreement.

Taehyung takes your hand, tracing your knuckles slowly.

“___darling”, he begins, “my sweetest, Kookie told me about your panic attack”, he lifts his eyes, looking at you with great regret, “and I want to apologise. It should have been obvious to me that sending you away would trigger panic in you, but it wasn’t obvious. I am so incredibly sorry.”

“I went out of my own accord.”

“Did you truly?”

You hesitate and lower your eyes. 

“See? Oh my sweetest darling, I have been awfully unfair to you. You stayed by my side when I grieved Jimin, tolerated my heartbroken stupidity and here I was acting like I had any right to turn you into a villain.”

He scoots closer and places his other hand over your hand as well. 

“I understand your grief. I always did. But I think in my own heartbreak and frustration, I forgot for a second and I am sorry that I did.”

“No, it’s okay. I acted like an idiot.”

“___, just take the apology.”

It feels peculiar. You didn’t even think that you needed an apology and yet it feels good to hear it.  While the beginning of the trip felt like unfair punishment, it ended in you finally finding the cure, so all the terrible feelings you had in the beginning were forgotten by you. The wounds still seemed to have remained however, because hearing Sorry from Taehyung felt healing. You think that you were the angriest at him. Subconsciously, but angry nonetheless. 

“Thank you for the apology”, you say, “I could never explain why I felt so wronged by you in particular, but now I can, so thank you for apologising.”

“Of course, this is the least I can do.”

“And for reassuring me that you understand my grief.”

“Of course, oh my darling of course.”

“You won’t have to understand it anymore”, you smile, “really soon”, you add and squeeze his hand, “really, really soon.”

Taehyung gives you a smile and nods his head, “yes, very soon.”

“___”, Jungkook calls out for you as he enters your room, followed by Hoseok and Jimin, “I’m back, I got you everything you need.”

“Well, I’ll be damned. You’re actually awake”, Jimin says, carrying what seems to be a bowl of food.

“Hey there, I’m glad that you’re awake”, Hoseok says, hurrying to the bed with his doctor bag in his hand.

Taehyung stands up from the chair for him, letting him close to you so he could look at you.

“How are you feeling? Tell me everything”, Hoseok says, checking your temperature with the back of his hand.

“My head hurts and my nose is stuffy and I just feel…sick. I don’t know, I feel like I’m having the flu or something.”

“Mhm, I see”, Hoseok furrows his brows as he gets into his serious mode, “I’ll take a quick check up if that’s okay with you.”

“Yeah sure, do your thing”, you allow him, trying to sit up.

Jungkook is on the bed instantly, helping you and keeping his hand on your back afterwards to support you. He holds your hand for good measures, eyes racing over your face in worry. All while Hoseok checks your body for any signs of a more serious illness, asking you questions about how certain spots and places feel.

“Okay, I think we’re done”, he says, lowering his stethoscope after checking your lungs.

“And?” Taehyung asks, having watched the whole scene whilst completely ruining his fingernails by biting them vigorously.

“I’m pretty sure that you caught the nastiest flu as a result of your body finally burning out”, Hoseok tells you, looking over his shoulder at Taehyung for just a quick second.

“So she got burn out, is that what you’re insinuating?”

“Yes, very much so. I can’t say if it’s human burn out or magical burn out, but it’s definitely one of those if not both.”

“What? But that’s impossible”, you gasp, “I didn’t even do anything.”

“Yeah sure”, Hoseok scoffs, “you didn’t work yourself into madness these past nine weeks. Be for real, ___. You’re lucky that you only burned out instead of just dropping dead.”

You lower your eyes in shame. How far did you lose yourself?

“So what can we do to help?” Jungkook asks.

“We should let her rest”, Hoseok says, “do you hear me, ___? Rest. That’s all you need right now. To rest and to recover”, Hoseok explains, storing his tools in his bag, “and to actually eat something again. You look starved.”

“I know”, you say.

“Here. I made you some stew”, Jimin says, presenting the bowl of hot stew with rice to you, “there’s lots of veggies in there for vitamins. You should try it.”

“I’ll try it a little later, I have to do one more thing.”

“___”, Hoseok warns in a stern voice.

“It’s not going to take long, I promise”, you insist.

“What do you even want to do?”

“I just…” you hesitate.

“You want to use the knife on Yoongi, don’t you?” Taehyung asks.

“Maybe?” you whisper.

“But it made you bleed last time”, Jungkook protests.

“Yes, but that was because I didn’t sleep and I, I was emotional. I know how to control myself now. It’s not going to make me bleed again.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Yes, I do. I slept and I feel good.”

“You said that the last time as well”, Taehyung protests, “I didn’t want to be angry at you anymore, but you are not making it easy not to. Didn’t you hear what Hoseok just told you?”

“I, I did and I’m planning on taking the biggest and laziest rest afterwards. I just have to know that Yoongi is alive and well. I can’t relax beforehand, even talking to you guys makes me anxious because I could already be with him, saving him.”

The four vampires exchange looks. They seem to be lost for words. All of them.

“See? You guys know that I’m right. So let me do the one thing I have been aching to do for the past seventy days.”

“And afterwards you will finally rest?”

“Yes, I will. I promise you guys.”

“Fuck. Then do what you must, it is not like we can actually stop you”, Taehyung gives up.

“Yes, you really can’t”, you say, “Kook, help me out of bed, I need to get up.”

“I still don’t think it’s a good idea. Yoongi wouldn’t want you dying for him, you know that he’d rather die with you than wake up and have you be dead”, Jungkook says, lifting you out of bed. He sets you down as gently as possible, holding your hands as support.

“I know, but I’m not going to die. The magic isn’t even that strong. I can handle it”, you assure him, “thank you”, you thank Hoseok after he helped you slip on your morning robe.

“I’m on Jungkook’s side by the way. I really think that you should rest for at least a day or two.”

“I will”, you give him a reassuring smile, “after I saved Yoongi. Now follow me guys, let’s get Yoongi back”, you say, taking the knife from the bedside table to finally get your love.

“This is such a bad idea, I can’t believe that I am letting her do this”, you hear Taehyung talk to Jimin, but ignore it. Your head may be pounding like crazy and your every step feels like too much, but you have a job to finish. Even if it is the last thing you will ever do. You won’t abandon Yoongi.

“What happened to the captives?” you ask Jungkook as you hurry to Yoongi’s wing together. Hoseok is by your other side, holding your other hand. Jimin and Taehyung follow right behind you, eyeing you with suspicious worry.

“We put them back into their original cells”, Jungkook tells you.

“Okay. Good. And the vampire I saved?”

“He’s still alive. The stab wound healed and he says that he feels the same.”

“Good. That’s good. I can’t believe that it actually worked. Holy shit, I’m getting Yoongi back”, you murmur, opening the door to his wing.

“If it works. I’m telling you, if I see you beginning to die because of the spell, I’m stopping it. I can’t lose you too.”

“It won’t fail, I’m sure of it.”

The bedroom door opens swiftly. You quicken your steps now that Yoongi was so near.

He looks like he always does.

“Hey there, my love”, you greet him, cupping his cheek, “holy shit, since when did your skin get so grey?”

“It’s always been this grey.”

“It has?” you run your eyes over his features. Sunken in eyes, prominent cheekbones, purple lips and grey skin and hair which has lost every shine and life. He doesn’t look healthy. He looks sick. How have you never noticed?

You feel emotions well up in your chest. How blind to his state were you? Clutching the handle of the knife, you force control back into your chest. You can’t become emotional now. You have to save him. It is right here, in your palm. The solution to his current awful state lies within your palm. You just have to step closer and push the blade inside his chest.

“What are you waiting for?” Jimin asks.

“I’m scared”, you confess, “what if I do it wrong?”

“You won’t do it wrong. I’ve watched you do it to that vampire like you’ve done it a million times before.”

“Yes, but that was because I didn’t care if he died or not. What if I mess up now?”

“If you start doubting yourself, you will talk your body into messing up. It’s best to just do it.”

“I know”, you tighten the grip on the knife, gaze switching between Yoongi’s sick face and his chest. You can get him back. You have done so much. You fought the most terrible of nightmares in the tunnels and you won. You won. You won against Namjoon. You found a cure. It worked on his creation and it will work on Yoongi.

“I love you, my prince. I’m getting you back”, you whisper and then you begin chanting the words as the knife pierces his chest.

The silver glow around him fades more and more. The knife feels like burning coal between your fingers.

“Okay wait, it’s actually working. Keep going”, Jungkook gasps, touching your back for support, “you’re doing it, baby. You’re actually doing it.”

Your vision is blurry from the pain of your head. Your voice can barely produce the right words without struggle for air. Blood drips from your nose.

“___ you? Wait, stop, you’re bleeding again. Wait.”

“Darling please stop right now”, Taehyung begs.

You only begin chanting louder, drowning out their begging. You can feel it working. The knife may be burning your flesh to the bone but you are getting him back. You are actually lifting the curse.

“Ah!” you exclaim, ripping your hands away as the knife begins melting in your fingers.

“It’s melting?” Jimin gasps.

“No, Yoongi” you exclaim, pulling it out of his chest even if you have never felt such pain before. You drop it afterwards, staring at your ruined hand with tears of pain in your eyes.

“What did you do? Your hand!” Taehyung gasps.

“I’m fine”, you croak, “what, what happened?” you stutter. You can taste the blood in your mouth as it runs out of your nose.

“It didn’t work, please let’s rest now. I’ll heal your hand and then rest with you”, Taehyung insists, trying to pull you away from Yoongi’s bed.

“No! No it should have worked! It, it worked on the other vampire!”

“Maybe it worked because it was regular wood.”

“No!” you yell so loud your voice bounces off the walls, “no, it should have worked! Why didn’t it work?!”

“Let’s just rest, please darling.”

“No”, you shake yourself free of his grasp, “no, why didn’t it work? It, it should have worked!” you scream, grabbing Yoongi by the collar of his shirt, “wake up, Yoongi! Please my love wake up!”

“Don’t do that. Your hands are ruined, you have to let me heal you.”

You can’t hear what Taehyung is saying. It didn’t work. After everything you did, it didn’t work.

“Please Yoongi, I’m fucking begging you, please come back to me.”

“Let’s just go”, Taehyung whispers with heartbreak in his voice. It pains him that you failed. He wanted for you to be successful. He really, really did.

“Let go of me, I have to try again. Where, where is the knife?” you fight him, crazed eyes scanning the ground, “there. No!”

Taehyung lifts you before you can bend down.

“Let me go! What’s wrong with you? Let go of me!” you protest, fighting him with nails and feet.

“You have to rest, it didn’t work and, and you are hurt”, Taehyung says.

“No Yoongi! Let me go! Yoongi please wake up, please!” you beg as you get carried away further and further.

Taehyung turns you so you couldn’t look at the bed anymore.

“Let me go! I hate you! I fucking hate you so much! Let me go!”

“I’m sorry”, Taehyung whispers shakily, swallowing down the painful sob he wants to let out.

“Yoongi, please wake up! Don’t fucking go where I can’t follow, please!” you beg, clutching the doorframe even if your fingers ache like the never ached before, “let me go!”

Taehyung wins and manages to get you out of Yoongi’s bedroom.

“Yoongi! Let me go! Yoongi!”

You lost. You lost. You lost your Yoongi. You lost.

“No”, you wail, “I want to die, I want to fucking die. Just kill me, please.”

“Please stop, please just-”, Taehyung begs only to be stopped by Hoseok screaming your names.

He appears in the doorframe a second later. Jungkook screams your name in the background, begging you to come back.

“Come back. Yoongi! Something’s happening!”

“What?” you push yourself away from Taehyung, overwhelm him and fight free. Your feet drop on the ground hard and rough, shaking you through so much that you feel dizzy as you run, “Yoongi! I’m coming!”

“___ come here, quick come here”, Jungkook stresses.

You fall into him from just how quickly you ran to the bed. But neither you nor Jungkook feel the impact, holding each other as your teary eyes are focused on Yoongi’s face. Jimin and Taehyung appear behind you a second later.

“What’s happening?” Taehyung asks.

“Holy fuck”, you press out. You can barely see what is happening as your vision becomes darker and darker. Everything aches so terribly. You feel so weak. And yet you keep looking, watching with tears streaming down your face, as Yoongi’s features morph into the healthy face you have fallen in love with. His hair changes from a dull silver to dark black, the grey of his skin becomes less and less.

“It worked”, Jungkook whispers, “holy fuck, it worked.”

His cheeks gain in softness again and his once sunken eyes move back into place. His once purple, chapped lips become the soft, pink lips you will always love to kiss.

“It worked, you-”, Jungkook stops upon seeing the state you find yourself in, “___, are you okay?”

Yoongi’s eyes open just as yours fall closed.

#bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts x reader #vampire!bts #bangtan fanfic #bangtan fanfiction #bangtan x reader #vampire!bangtan #taehyung fanfic #vampire!taehyung #jungkook fanfic #vampire!jungkook #yoongi fanfic #vampire!yoongi #jimin fanfic #vampire!jimin #hoseok fanfic #vampire!hoseok #seokjin fanfic #vampire!seokjin #namjoon fanfic #vampire!namjoon #fanfic: magnus venatio

[lovingperfectionsblog]

Forgive me, what?

Pierre Gasly x Reader

Summary: Who knew asking anyone out on a date could be so chaotic.

Warnings: So much swearing. Sorry.

Word Count: 2758

Authors note: So there was a lot of google translate there so please forgive me :D Hope you enjoy and can’t wait to hear what you think 😊

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“No, it’s sounding really good, I promise” Lando was trying to reassure Pierre, “You’ve only been learning for half an hour, what did you expect?”

Pierre expected to be completely fluent in Portuguese in half an hour, but hey, I guess his toxic trait really was thinking he’d be good at everything he tried first time.

“I sound like a fucking idiot Lando” how could any language be this difficult? He speaks three languages for Christ’s sake.

“Everyone sounds like an idiot when they’re learning a new language, I promise you, you’re doing great” Truthfully, Lando wasn’t even all that sure if he was pronouncing these correctly but, like, Lui has taught him enough, nah, he was doing great.

“And you’re sure this is how Lui taught you?” Pierre had been sceptical from the start, but he had also resigned himself to Lando being his only hope in learning any Portuguese at all.

“Whose the one with the Portuguese girlfriend here, me or you?” He was being way too cocky for someone who was only 50% sure of this pronunciation, but Pierre really did not need to know that.

“Yeah, okay, no, you’re right” What other options did Pierre have. “Can we start from the top?”

“So, Ola” Lando began.

“Ola” Pierre mimicked, following alone with Lando as he moved through the words on the whiteboard.

“Como esta” Fuck, was that pronounced right?

“Como esta” where did Lando even get the whiteboard?

“Eu estou bem, e tu?” Lando was pretty sure he had never heard Lui pronounce it like that.

“Eu estou bem, e-“

“Jesus, there you two are.” Charles, Max, and Carlos walked into the makeshift McLaren boardroom.

“What are you even doing in here?” Max pointed towards the whiteboard, sure that this was the missing whiteboard that everyone was going on about.

“I’m teaching Pierre Portuguese” Lando beamed out, beyond proud of himself for teaching someone another language.

“What the fuck do you know about Portuguese?” Carlos was 100% certain Pierre was not learning any known language.

“Excuse me, my girlfriend is Portuguese, and I have picked up some stuff thank you very much” Lando defended the knowledge he had picked up.

“I thought you said Lui was teaching you?” Pierre was definitely sure that when he approached Lando about learning Portuguese he had said Lui was specifically teaching him.

 “Like, not formally, per se” Just because she wasn’t giving him proper lessons doesn’t mean he didn’t know the language.

Well, he didn’t, but that was fine, he could get around that.  

“Oh my god Lando” Pierre threw his head back, slumping down in his chair, he had just wasted so much time and now he was going to have to start all over again.

“Where did you even get all of this, because I’m not even sure you can spell in English let alone Portuguese” Carlos had now walked over to the whiteboard inspecting all the words written down.

“Obviously I know how to spell all of this” Lando knew he sounded too defensive, and he definitely deserved the blank, silent stares he was receiving, “Fine, Pinterest”

“Lando! You said you could teach me Portuguese!” Pierre was definitely not learning any fucking language known to mankind.

“Well, who else can teach you if not me” Lando gestured around the room, “I am literally your best bet”

“I am Spanish. I  literally speak Spanish” Carlos reminded the room as if he was putting his name in to take over the lessons, “It’s like, really similar to Portuguese.”

“Kelly is teaching me” Max pointed to himself, knowing he actually did have a fairly decent amount of knowledge of the language, willing to share what he knew if it would help.

“Well, fuck off, Pierre already asked me” Lando stuck out his tongue at both drivers, deciding on behalf of Pierre that since he had approached him, he was going to teach him anyway.

“Lando, no, you’re done” Pierre had never enjoyed firing someone more in his entire life.

“Why are you even trying to learn Portuguese?” Charles had decided to ask the only question that was worth anything, because knowing Pierre, it was dumb and bound to provide entertainment.

“Yeah, why are you learning Portuguese?” Lando repeated the question, realizing that in his excitement he hadn’t even bothered to find out why, just immediately jumping at the opportunity to teach Pierre.

Silence.

Charles was right, this was going to be both dumb and provide substantial entertainment.

Pierre was faced with two options; he could lie and save himself the embarrassment or he could be honest and be bullied by his best friends for the rest of his life.

He was going to lie.

“I’m going there on holiday, and I wanted to lear-“ This was going to be the perfect lie before Charles cut him off.

“Don’t bullshit me” Why did Charles have to know him so well.

And under the weight of the stares, Pierre cracked.

“Okay, so you know that new media girl?” Pierre was answered by a chorus of laughter from the boys, knowing that this is exactly what was bound to happen.

“How did I fucking know this was going to be about a girl” Max somehow got out between laughs, knowing that the only way Pierre was ever going to be putting in this much effort into something was if a girl was involved.

“Oh shut up, says you who are all in these great little relationships” Pierre crossed his arms, throwing his own little pity party, “let’s not get into what you did to get Kelly”.

Max was suddenly dead quiet, not wanting to open up that conversation, still embarrassed by the lengths he went to in order to get Kelly to even glance in his direction.

“Okay, so tell us about the new media girl” Carlos further questioned as the laughter died down, “and then tell us why you’re learning Portuguese for her”

“You promise you wont make fun of me?” if Pierre was going to share this then there were going to be some conditions to it.

“We promise, now spill” Lando got himself comfortable for the story.

“Well, she’s new to the team right and she’s really fucking beautiful and like, I really want to ask her on a date” Pierre gave the most basic explanation he could, choosing to omit how smitten he actually was with you, how nervous he got whenever you walked in the room, to the extent that he actively left whenever he could and he genuinely thought you were one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen, but the boys didn’t need to know that.

“And the Portuguese?” Charles prompted Pierre to answer the rest of Carlos’s conversation.

“I am 90% sure she is Portuguese because I overheard one of the engineers talking to her in Portuguese and he is 100% Portuguese so I guess if I want to ask her out, I got to do it like this” Pierre shrugged, thinking this was the best plan he had ever thought of.

“Cool, no, that’s cool, cool, cool, but like” Max began

“How are you going to hold a conversation on the date if you can barely ask her out?” Carlos finished for him.

“Do you need to nit-pick every single part of this plan?” it was becoming abundantly clear to Pierre how bad this plan actually was, but it was his only one so, full steam ahead.

“It’s not a good plan” sometimes Pierre hated how honest Max was.

“Well, it’s the only one I’ve got so if you’d all excuse me” Pierre began getting up to leave, considering just signing up to Duolingo.

“No, no, wait, I’m sure Carlos wouldn’t mind teaching you a little something?” He had grabbed Pierre to stop him from leaving as he silently begged Carlos to help his friend out.

 “I’ll sort you out a hell of a lot faster than Lando was” Carlos couldn’t help but feel bad for Pierre, knowing how when he set his heart on something it was all he focused on until he got it.

“You sure you can help?” Pierre was cynical, already having been fooled by Lando, not prepared to waste anymore of his time.

“I promise, sit, you’ll be asking her out in the most romantic way in no time” Carlos was already thinking of how Pierre could ask you out, “French might be the language of love, but Spanish is the language of passion” Carlos puffed out his chest, proud of the language he embodied.

All the boys groaned at how cringy that was, but it was enough to convince Pierre to take his seat again.

“Okay, and?” Pierre looked around the room, waiting for the rest of the boys leave so he could get on with his classes.

“Oh, no, I am definitely not leaving, this is going to be too good” Charles got comfortable in his seat, ready to interrupt as much as will still allow Pierre to learn what he needs to know.

“I can always learn a little more to impress Kelly” Max shrugged, dreading the school like environment but he knew he lived for the validation, plus, free lessons where he wasn’t the only one who was going to look stupid, he’d be an idiot to give up this opportunity.  

“I know absolutely no Portuguese, so I should probably stay” Lando didn’t miss the evil eye Pierre sent his way at the admission.

“So, lets begin” Carlos took his spot in the front, ready to get Pierre a date.

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“Okay, there she is” Pierre pointed you out to the boys, them finally seeing you after a week of Spanish lessons, enough that Carlos was sure Pierre wouldn’t make a complete fool of himself, “so you can all go now”, Pierre tried to force them away from you, not wanting them to stick around in case you said no.

“Do you honestly think we aren’t sticking around for this?” Max was sure Pierre would know them better by now.

“No, you absolutely have to go” Pierre was adamant, he could not do this with them all there.

“Just, stop being a baby and arguing with us and just go” Charles pushed Pierre out from behind the wall, not allowing him to hide because you had been distracted by the sudden movement of Pierre flying out of nowhere.

All four boys popped their head out from around the corner, not caring if you could see them, convinced Pierre was going to embarrass himself, so them adding to it didn’t entirely matter.

“Hola!” Pierre shouted out probably a little too loudly.

Fuck, get it together man, volume control. Okay, slowly, and QUIETLY, say what Carlos taught you.

Remember the pronunciation.

“Hola” you returned hesitantly, unsure as to why Pierre was looking so nervous and more importantly why he was greeting you in Spanish.

“Entonces, sé que esto es abrupto, pero creo que eres realmente hermosa y dulce y me pones muy nerviosa cada vez que entras en la habitación porque eres tan exquisita y me preguntaba si me harías el honor de dejarme tomar. saliste a cenar?” Pierre knows he rambled through the entire thing, but he thinks he did a really good job of it.

Carlos stood there beaming, there may have been one or two mistakes, but overall, Pierre had done a really good job of memorizing the speech he had written out for him.

Wait, why did you look so confused?

Pierre shot Carlos a concerned look, Carlos shrugging, indicating he had done a great job of the pronunciation.

Leaving only one other option, you didn’t want to go on a date with him.  

Fuck. He was about to get rejected by the most beautiful woman, who worked with him, in front of all his friends, in a language he didn’t even really understand.

Could this get any more embarrassing.

“Forgive me, but what?”

You had said that in perfect English.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t speak Spanish” you knew Pierre spoke English so why did he look like he had no idea what was going on?

Oh fuck, he did speak English right?

Do you remember any French?

“Parlez-vous anglais?” you hesitantly got out, unsure of what to do in this situation, why had everyone here insisted on speaking to you in languages you didn’t understand.

“Quelle putain de langue parles-tu ?” Pierre had shouted that at you. He had just shouted at you. Not only that, but there was a pretty strong swear word in there too.

This was, this was not going well.

“Pierre!” Charles admonished his friend for swearing at you, although, the entire interaction was hysterical.

“I wish I knew more French than that, I am so sorry” you interrupted the two drivers, just wanting to leave this entire situation and get on with your job, becoming more nervous as suddenly there were five drivers standing in front of you.

“WHAT. LANGUAGE. DO. YOU. SPEAK?” Lando shouted towards you, exaggerating every word and speaking way too slowly.

“Oh my god, she’s not deaf Lando” Max was shocked at his general poor social etiquette and that was a lot coming from Max.

“Why is everyone shouting at me?” this entire scenario was becoming a bit too much for you.

“Do you speak English?” Charles became the voice of reason in all this chaos, Pierre able to do nothing other than stand there looking dumbfounded at his own terrible luck.

“Yes, I speak English, what’s going on?” thankful that someone was finally addressing you in a way you could comfortably respond.

 “Why, please enlighten us Pierre, why the fuck, you thought she was Portuguese?” Carlos was genuinely amazed someone could have messed up this badly.

“She was chatting to Bruno in Portuguese!” Pierre retold the reason he had thought you were Portuguese.

“Oh, yeah, no, that conversation went about as well as this one did” you remembered how you had awkwardly had to navigate that conversation, deciding then and there you needed to learn a few more languages.

“You are so fucking stupid” Charles was genuinely astonished.

“Yeah, I think I might have made some mistakes here” Even Pierre was stunned at how spectacularly he had messed this one up.

“Some mistakes?” Max was not about to let Pierre get away with a fuck up this bad.

“What is going on?” you didn’t mean to shout, and you genuinely felt bad as all five boys went dead silent and turned to stare at you like they were toddlers and had just been caught trying to sneak some candy.

“Oh, Pierre was trying to ask you on a date” Lando spoke far too casually, like you had been in on whatever this plan was the entire time.

“Jesus Lando” Pierre was now bright red. He should have dropped the entire plan the second Lando had lied to him about know Portuguese.

“Will he speak to me in English on this date or am I going to have to learn an array of languages to get through it?” you laughed out, not believing this chaos has all been caused by Pierre simply wanting to ask you on a date.

“I can promise you; he will speak in only English” Max assured you.

“Maybe a little bit of French, it being the language of love and all” Charles winked at you, hoping to further entice you into saying yes to the date his friend had barely asked you on.

“In that case,” you looked directly at Pierre, “Yes, but”

“Anything” God, that was embarrassingly quick, could Pierre not be cool for an entire second.

“It’s just going to be me and you right?” you glanced around to the rest of the group, not entirely sure you were prepared to tackle a date with all of them, despite how much the internet might disagree with that sentiment.

“Fuck, yes, I’ll lock them in my flat if I have to” Pierre wasn’t even joking at this point.

“Then yes” you beamed up at Pierre, suddenly feeling giddy at the thought of going on a date with Pierre, him mimicking your excitement.

“Oh, one more thing,” confusion suddenly overcoming you again, as was the theme of this entire conversation, “Why did you ask me out in Spanish if you thought I was Portuguese?”

At this Lando had casually swung his arm around your shoulder like you had been best friends for most of your lives.

“Well, that’s a really interesting story actually”  

#Pierre Gasly x Reader #Pierre Gasly x you #Pierre Gasly x Y/n #f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #monaco #charles leclerc #pierre gasly #max verstappen #f1 x reader #Lando Norris #carlos sainz jr #pg10 #alpha tauri

[inklessletter]

You drew stars (around my scars) - Part 2

BONUS SCENE (from this little one)

They dropped the Hellfire members at their respective front doors and then they drove to Loch Nora. The ride to Steve’s house was quiet. Eddie worried his bottom lip, glancing at Steve every now and then, thinking that maybe something happened between him and Mike (Eddie saw the two of them having what looked like the most awkward conversation ever) and if it were his fault, if he overstepped. Was Mike being a little shit again?

“How’s Super Star?” Eddie asked, ice-breaker.

“Growing too fast. She’s learning subtractions now, and she can spell all our names correctly. Look.” Steve took out from his pocket a folded piece of paper with some names in childish calligraphy.

“Oh, your name has little stars around,” Eddie teased, grinning softly. “Please, tell me that you did not charm another Wheeler.”

Steve huffed a laugh. “More like she charmed me.”

Eddie waited. When he saw Steve looking at his knees with a soft and sad smile, he knew that he had something to say.

“What’s wrong, big boy?”

Eddie pulled over at Steve’s driveway, and they both unfastened their belts.

“We were playing, fooling around, you know and she—um, she lifted my shirt.”

Oh.

Oh.

“I’m sorry, baby. Are you okay?”

Steve looked at him and smiled. He lifted the shirt slightly, showing him his all painted over belly. His eyes were glassy.

“She thinks they’re pretty. Says they are stars.”

Eddie looked at Steve’s stomach open mouthed, smiling.

“They do look like stars, though.”

“Yeah, right? I didn’t notice before.”

Looking down, with a smile on his lips, Steve mumbled. “I guess they’re pretty.”

Eddie looked him in the eyes, cupping his face.

“You’re pretty. Always were, always will.”

Steve kissed him once, twice.

They climbed out of the van and went to Steve’s front door.

“By the way, did you say something to Mike?” Steve asked.

“Me? Why, what happened?” Eddie played dumb, Steve deadpanned, keys in hand.

“He was super weird, I think he tried to apologize. And I know you threatened Dustin, so I was wondering if this change of attitude came because of another threat.”

Eddie smiled impishly, dimples showing.

“My bad.”

“Eddie, we talked about this, you can’t go threatening kids around. Besides, I really wished you didn’t.”

“Wait, what? Why?” Eddie crossed his arms, staring at Steve. Steve smirked.

“Because I might have been training Super Star for a few months now to fuck with him, as a little revenge. She hides things from him, she takes his alarms off, you know, little pranks like those. If he starts treating me nice now, I’m gonna feel bad.”

Eddie’s mouth hung open.

“You are the reason he keeps running late everywhere, and losing every dice set he buys?” Eddie almost shouted, all dramatic. Steve stared at him, opening the front door.

“Wait until he finds out about the D&D figurines.”

Steve disappeared inside the house. Eddie was frozen in the spot. From his place, Eddie saw Steve holding the piece of paper with magnets in the fridge, with a fond smile. “Steve Harrington, you’re the devil! Please, marry me and let’s have twenty kids!”

#stranger things #stranger things fanfic #fic #ficlet #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #mike wheeler #holly wheeler #holly mvp

[thebest-medicine]

Day 12: Bites / Nibbles

Tickletober 2023 - Critical Role - Mighty Nein C2 - lee!Caleb

[see my other tickletober 2023 fics]

A/N: [continuation of this] in which Yasha and Beau get some tasty revenge on Caleb [continued here] [read it all on AO3]

Words: 766

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“Hey Beau?” Yasha says from her perch above Caleb’s hips.

“Yeah?” Beau replies from over Caleb’s head.

“I’m kind of hungry.” 

“Oh, are you?”

“Yeah. In fact, I’ve been really craving ribs lately.” Caleb listens to the sound of his own frantic breathing, trying to gauge exactly where Yasha is. His skin begins to crawl. “And these look absolutely delicious.” 

“What?” Caleb cries with a gasp. “No no no no- Yasha dohon’t!” His struggling starts to really pick up, not that it does him any good pinned beneath Beau and Yasha. Caleb’s face and neck are flushed, his ears burning from all the teasing, but at least he is spared the extra embarrassment within his shirt. 

Yasha starts to move and Caleb makes a sound between a whine and a squeal, getting louder and more panicked the more he feels her leaning forward.

Beau is beaming, smug and satisfied, down at the lump of cloth that is Caleb below her. 

He’s babbling some semblance of a plea by the time he feels her warm breath against the skin of his lower ribs. “Nein!” He squeals, kicking harder behind her. 

Inevitably, the warmth is followed by the sensation of lips pressing against his lowest rib. He nearly chokes on the next squeal that starts to rip out of him- and then, oh fuck, teeth?

Yasha gently clips her teeth over his skin, lightly nibbling against the protruding bone. Caleb squirms and wriggles beneath her, only adding to the surface area of his sensitive skin that connects with teeth and lips. She moves up a rib, then another, taking her time nuzzling and biting at each. 

“D-Du wirst mihihihihich noch mahahaahaha- aha! Ha nein! - noch mal umbringen ahaha!”

Beau tries to discern what Caleb is saying beneath her, but he’s just babbling in Zemnian at this point. 

She chuckles and uses her hands to hold his arms just below the elbow, stretching him out further. As soon as she does, he shouts some things - Wischer, Arschloch, Hodenkobold - that certainly sound like unfriendly words in Zemnian at her. 

“What’s that?” She laughs. “Still haven’t learned any manners, huh?” 

Caleb finally gets in a full breath, relief washing over him when Yasha pulls away to look at Beau. “No, I don’t believe he has.” 

“Wait, wait- I’m sorry I- hehe’m sorryhehe- listen. I,” he hiccups, caving, “I don’t deheheheserve this.”

“Yeah? You don’t think so? Not after your annoying little fucking tickle spell?”

Caleb is tellingly silent.

“Yeah, and since we can’t do that,” Beau continues, shuddering for a fraction of a moment at the memory. “We have to get a little more physical, so, this is what you get.” She rearranges her hands until she’s just pushing down his elbows with her palms, but her fingers can reach into the shirt pile tucked up around Caleb’s head and trace against the sensitive skin on the undersides of his arms. Caleb squirms. “Yasha? Your lunch.” Beau laughs.

Yasha grins at her and lets out a silly, playful growl. “Om nom nom nom nom.” Caleb is squealing, kicking again before she touches him. She teases him as she dives back in to nip and tickle along his rib cage with her mouth. Her fingers come around to poke and pinch lightly at his sides, and Caleb’s squirming starts to pick up further. His wriggling grows more and more desperate as he shakes his head, twisted up in the disorienting pile of shirt he is wearing over his face. It’s not long before Caleb worries that he might snap his own spine in half, writhing and twisting uselessly beneath two dangerous ticklers as Yasha nibbles on and on and on. Beau’s fingers twitch and wriggle methodically on the sensitive undersides of his arms as Caleb laughs and shrieks beneath her.

They keep at him for a while longer until he starts hiccuping between laughs and Beau pulls down his shirt to check on him. She notices his face has grown to a dangerous shade of red. “Learned your lesson yet?” Beau offers. Yasha stops nibbling and rests her chin on Caleb’s chest, watching him curiously.

“Bitte, ja- yes. Hehehe-” Caleb caves.

“You gonna be fucking nice?”

“Are- are you hehehe going to be fucking nihihiice?” Caleb counters, earning himself a pinch to the ribs that makes him gasp and let out a little shriek. “Fine! Yes! Yes!”

Beauregard grins. “Say please.”

Caleb rolls his eyes before huffing out a breath and giving her the angriest glare he can manage while still smiling up at her from his shirt prison. “Please.”

#tickletober 2023 #tickletober23 #ticklish!caleb #tickle fic #critickle role #fluff #tickling #lee!caleb #yasha nydoorin #beauregard lionett #caleb widogast #tickle bites #nibbling #yasha is so cute #her little om nom noms #critical role #mighty nein #c2 #mine #pinned #nibbles #bites #wizards with ticklish ribs are the bomb #this is a fact

[sanjisprincesswifey]

Hi there! I hope I am doing this right, but I am choosing the prompt "is that my shirt?" with Zoro! I'm not sure I have any details except fluff please? Oh, and maybe getting a smile from him! Thank you so much! :D (I discovered your profile/account a month ago and absolutely love all your writing! SO excited for this event!)

note: thank you so much for your praise sweet angel! here is some much-needed zoro fluff! :)

♡: female reader. 500+ words. sfw content.

“finally! it’s warm enough to swim! someone call y/n to come to swim with us!” nami calls, jumping off the side of the merry followed by usopp and luffy, who was wearing a swimming tube.

zoro’s ears ring at your name, only pausing his workout for a second. he grimaces when sanji is the most eager to complete nami’s request, hearing him begin to call for you. his reps become faster, attempting to shake off the feeling inside of his chest.

it was a strange, almost painfully unusual feeling and it was your fault. you did this to him the first day you arrived two months ago, and it never went away. as far as zoro was concerned, you could’ve put a spell on him.

“sanji! when did you even buy me this bathing suit?” you whine being pulled practically against your will.

zoro doesn’t bother to listen to sanji’s response, he fears the pain in his chest will continue to ache if he does. instead, he sets the barbells down, stretches out his arms, and picks up a towel to dry off his sweaty body.

he tenses when he hears footsteps come up the stairs, paying no mind when you sit in an empty lawn chair.

“not going swimming?” you ask, pulling your sunglasses down to look at the swordsman.

“can't. training,” he bluntly states, looking at you for split second. his head whips around, doing a double take as he realizes what you were wearing. “is that my shirt?” he asks, noticing how loose the shirt was over your body.

examining the shirt, you shrug your shoulders. “guess so, i wasn’t paying attention when i grabbed it out of the laundry room. sorry, you want it back?” you question, pulling it halfway over your body to take off.

“no! no, no, no, that—that’s okay. keep it for now,” he dryly chuckles, keeping his head low.

“hey y/n, zoro! come swimming with us!” luffy demands (because you know he wasn’t asking). his long arms stretch out, yanking the both of you off the ship and into the ocean.

instead of a salty splash, you land on top of something much firmer that knocks the wind out of you. followed, you feel the cool water enveloping your body as something strong wraps around your waist and pulls you up.

you inhale upon breaking the surface, chest heaving with long shallow breaths.

zoro is doing the same, arm tensing around you before he looks at you just as shocked and confused as you were.

“luffy! you know you can’t pull people in the water like that!” nami scolds which earns a pouty face from luffy.

“you okay?” zoro asks, scanning your face for your reaction, “are you hurt?”  

you can feel his chiseled, dripping wet muscles against your body that the shirt now clung to. “yeah, um, thank you. i think i should just relax on the beach for now,” you suggest, patting his chest.

he nods in hasty agreement, setting you down. he scratches the back of his neck, unable to tear his eyes away from you even as luffy and chopper begin to splash him.

you ring out the shirt, water splashing back into the ocean as the material slaps back against your skin. smiling to himself, zoro realized he didn’t really mind if you used his shirt anymore.

like, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated! (✿◠‿◠)

#roronoa zoro #zoro x reader #one piece x reader

[obligitory-fma-blog]

I watched the second fma Netflix adaptation. Here’s the best of my notes:

They had the whole fma original soundtrack to use for this movie and tHEY DIDNT??

Purification arts of Xing?? Just call it Alcehestry like they do in the show?? (No I didn’t spell it right I was noting stuff as I went and didn’t look it up)

Okay the weird pause before Lan Fan pulled out the smoke bomb…

ITS AN ACTUAL BOMB?????

Lots of weird pauses and slow-mo’s to mimic anime fights but it reads weird as live action and I don’t like it

HUGHES THANK FUCK PLEASE MAKE THIS LESS WEIRD

Wtf never mind hi envy with your shit ass wig (I forgot they killed off Hughes in the first one 😭😭)

LAN FAN BODIED HIM LMAO

Ed really be like “you do you ig”

“Yeah people exploding today!” Is my favorite line so far. (English Captions with Japanese audio; this was the train hijacker guy from fma 03)

Ed’s expression when Mustang shows up is the most in character thing I will say that (after train stuff)

I will say they did better on characterization this time around I feel like they’re close to the actual characters

But it’s hard to get close to them since they aren’t, well, animated characters. Trying not to judge too harshly.

Not terrible so far actually

Okay nevermind about the cgi WHAT IS WITH XIAOMEI

“I mean, we’re just some decent human beings.” -Ed who wanted to leave Mei behind

GO OFF MEI YEAHHHH TELL HIM THE BITCH

Okay we’re gonna have a really awkward explosion-over-short moment that just will not work because it isn’t animated

GIRLIE ARE YOU HAVING A SEIZURE

Mei being a bitch back is warranted

They be running

“You’ll never catch me, tiny rice man!” -Mei (rice man?)

The dialogue being altered where Ed says he doesn’t have a god to pray to before scar kills him bothers me

I like Alphonse’s movements on the ground when he’s incapacitated, I think the cgi works well there

Hi Mustang good on you for saving your pseudo sons

Riza with the side eye lmao

The slowmo’s again like hello

ARMSTRONG HIIIII You look really fuckin weird tho But HIIIIII

Okay the flexing I can do without thanks it looks weird

Yes Breda why is he shirtless

The red eyes don’t look good either. (For scar)

N ow see why wouldn’t you put in a leitmotif for the brothers theme in this scene with Ed and Al and instead just put in sad piano that sounds vaguely similar to it

WHERES THE LINE ABOUT THEM BEING BROKEN BUT ALIVE WHY WOULD YOU CHANGE THAT

Riza being the best and putting her coat over Ed >>>>

Mustang go comfort your son’s PLEASE

Okay just ignore that I’m on the found family train

Girlie that looked like a bad PowerPoint presentation WHY WOULD YOU DO IT LIKE THAT?? (The part where the officer shot the ishvallen child)

Gluttony… hi… again…. Can’t wait for your cgi…. (It didn’t look as bad tbh)

Sorry but with the military uniform off and just the white collared shirt he looks LIKE A DAD LIKE CMON (Mustang)

“You’ve grown… at least I think.” -Hoenhiem, observational genius

“I think I like this scene better than canon a bit actually? Cause Ed gets to express his emotions more than just calling him a bastard

Okay Hoenhiem just ignore him??

Uh oh they have to walk back together

“Our hair matches :D” -Hoenhiem

Ed immediately takes his out of the ponytail

Im not gonna lie I chuckled at that

Also I love seeing Ed with his hair down we don’t get enough of that

“stop following me” -Ed

“we’re going to the same place? 😥” -Hoenhiem

Okay we’re talking about Xerxes instead of Ed and Al’s mom or…?

And the bitch is gone

YOURE GOING TO XERXES WITH AUTOMAIL YOU DUMBASS YOURE GONNA OVERHEAT

Ooooo love the look of Xerxes ruins

Awwww Winry’s parents :D we get more of them

They’re gonna die tho and I hate that :(

This is gonna be so hard wrenching actually-

GIRL IM GONNA CRY

5 minutes into Central and you’re already causing trouble, good job Ed

Al I feel like has the weakest characterization so far in this adaptation he’s just reacting to stuff rather than doing stuff as far as I’ve seen

Scar when Winry is having a breakdown🧍

Ruhroh Winry’s got a gun

Okay the slowmo makes more sense here

Ed saves the day :D

Also we finally see scars brother after getting no context on him

Good acting on Lan Fan’s part

Also why is this calling her Ran Fan? Is that a dub thing (they called Ling “Lin” but this was all in the captions so I’m confused)

“King Bradley is a Homonculus” very serious Ling “hUh.” -Ed

Any Mustang and Hughes content is good Mustang and Hughes content I don’t make the rules

Also it’s good they didn’t change the layout of Riza’s explanation montage for Ishval because it works really well in canon and translated pretty well to live action

Riza and Roy’s speeches near the end >>>

Oh great the bros are gonna try and catch scar alone this can only end well

Well they definitely didn’t catch him

WINRY HOW TF ARE YOU HERE??

MUSTANG WHY TF ARE YOU HERE???

Oh hi Riza :D

Mustang’s like “let ur gf speak to him if she wants like damn”

Ed’s like “bb girl if he says anything shitty I’ll fight for you”

WINRY GIRLBOSS LUV HER

“Hell no I don’t forgive you for shit, but I’m gonna patch you up anyway.” -Winry

Okay cool message, someone must endure pain if it means they can prevent further suffering and cycles of violence

Uh oh Gluttony escaped

He be runnin

YEAH ED AND AL SAVE UR DAD

YEAH SCAR SAVE WINRY

YEAHHHHHH

“Wait I won’t leave you behind” MUSTANG BEING A DAD AHEGWIWNWN

“Colonel your fight is elsewhere” SCREAMING

Oh hi envy

ED SAVINF LING

and they got eaten lmao

Yay we’re all trapped in Gluttony’s stomach :D

Envy is so cynical what a bitch lol

“Tf is a portal of truth 🧍” -Ling

Oh great we’re gonna get cgi envy this will go well right?

EW

Could be worse but

EW

Conclusion: it was okay. There were parts I genuinely liked. There are things that also bug me to no end. The soundtrack from the original series would’ve fit way better and a lot of times it sounded like an off brand marvel track. Acting and cgi was a lot better (at times.) An improvement on the first one, and a semi-worthwhile watch if you have nothing else to do and you like fma. Cannot and will never be a substitute for the original obviously. Seems like less of a cash grab and more of a genuine effort this time which I appreciate. Overall? 6.5/10

(Lemme know if y’all want my full notes version because it has way more of me screaming and being goofy)

#fma blog #fmab #fma #fullmetal alchemist #edward elric #fullmetal #fma brotherhood #ed elric #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #fullmetal alchimist brotherhood #netflix adaptation #netflix #fma netflix #me reacting to stuff #Roy Mustang #parental roy mustang #parental!royed #riza hawkeye #parental riza #alphonse elric #fma alphonse #alphonse elric fmab

[whxre4hange]

aot characters at uni headcanons :) (because i am miserable at uni and wanna romanticise things)

eren

how did this guy get to uni? i guess we’ll never know. i guess we’ll never know

if it’s zoom, he’s most definitely causing chaos

i’m talking spamming the chat for whatever reason

“haha funny meme”

pretending he’s frozen when the prof (levi) calls on him

“jaeger, i can still see you blinking.” “IM NOT BLINKING ITS JUST A GLITCH- oh- shi-“ *goes back to silence and ‘frozen’ state*

and if it’s in perso, he’s still causing chaos.

“PROFESSOR CAN I ASK A QUESTION?” “yes, you can.” “where’s joe?” “who’s joe?” “JOE MAMA!!!!!!!”  “10% off your first assessment.”

im wheezing

*corrects the spelling mistakes on the slides like the petty girlboss he is*

his major? probably something really really really vague

like

is there a bachelor of edginess?

no? okay well probably studying something in humanities / science

does he study?

lmaoooo…..do pigs fly?

but does he somehow get a perfect gpa?

yeah

cause hes the main character, duh

if you don’t count the 10% professor levi deducted because of the joe mama joke

i dont really have anything else to say about him

but i would hate to have him in my class

mikasa

you know that really well dressed, quiet girl that always catches your eye in your lectures?

ladies, bros, and non-binary hoes, may i introduce mikasa ackerman?

she picks her electives so they match up with eren’s 🥺 

and in those classes

hoooo boy

she’s basically a mum

or a dog mum

keeping eren on a leash, if you will

honestly i see her doing a liberal arts degree, with a major in literary studies (i headcanon her as a lit student im sorry ahh she just has that vibe)

like eren, she has a perfect/almost perfect grades

and that’s because she actually STUDIES

like i said, shes really quiet and reserved & basically talks to no one except eren

but damn is she a boy magnet

*cough* JEAN *splutter* 

armin

he’s most definitely a geography student. dont @ me. i dont take constructive criticism. nor do i take criticism in general.

he’s either the teacher’s pet or hated by the teacher because he keeps correcting them

there is no in between 

like mikasa, studies 24/7

unlike mikasa, either does realllly really well or really really bad

he’s a polarising figure okay

and maybe his results are cause he doodles in his textbooks half the time

it’s not even a textbook at this point it’s a fkn sketchbook (lmao my partner’s maths book in high school was filled with the most amazing intricate doodles and basically no maths but he somehow got high 80s so uh) but yeah thats how i see it

daydreamer :D

especially in grades

wears a cardigan

soft boi incarnate 

goes out of his way to help confused freshmen 

cause he’s wholesome like that

#welovearminclub

sasha

FOOD SCIENCE MAJOR I REPEAT FOOD SCIENCE MAJOR

“i study food. and by study, i mean eat.”

mediocre grades at best

im sorry T_T i love her but i can’t see her being bothered at uni

messes around with connie half the time

or tries to at least

poor connie is trying to study

she is that one kid who brings a whole ass meal into class and eats it very loudly

“okay so if we look at the chemical structure of ca-“ *slurp slurp, BITCH*

there are food stains all over her textbooks and the notes connie forced her to take

connie

okay but he had no idea what he wanted to do in uni

so he just did what sasha was doing

food science buddies :D

much to sasha’s chagrin, his grades are better than hers

because he’s actually STUDYING

and idk NOT EATING DURING CLASS

they aren’t perfect grades but they’re good

he’s pretty quiet in class

he’s just tryna pass

and control sasha

idk which one’s harder

i envy the man tho

jean

commerce. major. or smth to do with business

he is so goddamn cocky im sorry it drives me insane

well dressed rich boi vibes

to his credit, he studies really hard and his grades are really good :)

he chooses electives so that they measure up with marco’s :D

i dont have much to say about him

simps for mikasa and mikasa only

loyal frat boi ig???

marco

music major PLSSS

i see him either being the nerdy boy wearing sweaters that plays ukelele/ acoustic guitar on the stairs (surrounded by fangirls)

or the boy with the kazoo that won’t quit (still surround by fangirls cause who doesnt love a kazoo?)

or both :D

when he sees jean sadly listening to ‘glimpse of us’ while thinking about mikasa 

he decides to jump in w a little bit of musical zang. cause he’s supportive

please see https://www.youtube.com/shorts/g82qI-jdRw4 for reference

you won’t regret it

it isn’t a rick roll i promise

like armin, a vvv sweet boy

will help any of his classmates in need :D 

basically stuck to jean like glue

historia

she’s a double major of law and political science

we love a girlboss academic queen

QUEEN? did ya see what i did there???

cmonnn laugh

SUCH a model student and shes so helpful and sweet aaa

everyone loves her

its impossible to hate her

soft girl mixed w light academia aesthetic :D

she is an angel incarnate 

perfect grades perfect social life perfect everything 

also a perfect girlfriend

*stares pointedly at ymir*

ymir

studying criminology because it has similar units to law

and someone in particular is doing law

you catch my drift?

she really doesn’t wanna go to class but will go if historia is going

*historia*ns will say theyre just friends

but we all know better :D

she doesn’t talk to anyone unless its historia

and shes got such a resting bitch face that no one dares approach her

even the professor is scared to call on her

she gets mediocre grades, but they improve when historia forces her to study

hanji

hanji my beloved <333

she’s a professor

the crackhead professor everyone likes

probably chemistry / physics / human bio

something sciency

100% will use her students for her experiments

with consent ofc 

it’s the 21st century after all

veryyyyy disorganised

will 1000000% forget she had class 

turns up 15 minutes late and fuming at the lack of organisation

“WHO THE FUCK IS RUNNING THIS CLASS?” 

“you are, professor”

“oh.”

i love her sm

i hate all sciences but i would study it if she was teaching it

levi

you know shota aizawa from mha?

yeah

that. he’s that guy

he does not fucking want to be there

what does he teach? probably politics or something to do w humanities

he calls his students ‘brats’

but affectionately

right?????? RIGHT????

his dead eyes scares all of the students so much that no one dares say anything

even when he’s asking  them questions

all silent

except for eren

who he tells to shut up 24/7

“class is cancelled because i don’t want to be here. go home, brats.”

if you dare fail his class…just write your will okay?

erwin

10000% a history teacher aHHHH

(totally not biased because i love history)

he’s so passionate about what he does! 

he definitely does re-enactments of battles with help from his students

kinda like rengoku’s spin on a history teacher

is really enthusiastic! 

all of the students love him

some love him a lil toooo much

cmon, you see it too right?

takes students under his wing

just

a ball of sunshine

best professor ever

ahhhh it makes me so happy thinking about it

reiner

first, i would like to establish that we love reiner in this household

and if you don’t agree, LEAVE

seriously tho the guy needs a hug, therapy and cookies

i headcanon him as a humanities and psychology student!

he just wants to learn about the world and make it a better place okay ):

i could also see him as training to be a psychologist

the therapist-type of psychologist that is (clinical psychologist for all you fancy smartpants out there)

studies very very hard!

he throws himself into his work 100000%

all or nothing

speaking of which

he’s all about taking care of his education and his physical fitness too!

soft gymbro reiner

the nice gymbro that drinks respect women juice daily

yeah we stan him :D

probably really popular amongst the ladies and the gays but is too clueless to recognise it

annie

okay first, she’s definitely doing criminology

with the aim of going into the police force

(where i live, you have to do a degree in crim before working as a police - i think :D)

cmon she is canonically in the military police

there is no way she wouldn’t do it in uni

she never ever ever turns up to class

she just doesn’t like people okay

she would much rather be curled up in her dorm with her noise-cancelling headphones

doing her classes online

but if she’s on zoom

camera off, mike off

catch berty dragging her grumpy ass to exams

“ANNIE, YOU HAVE TO ATTEND EXAMS IN PERSON”

*camera cuts to annie who isn’t even planning to do exams at all*

she doesn’t study much

she’s really passive about uni and she doesn’t really care

but she does really well, she has a talent for crim :’)

girlboss incarnate

bertholdt

he is doing a very very very broad humanities degree

our aimless lil boi :’(

managed to do a few crim units to match with annie

( a simp)

always shows up to class

perfect attendance

10/10

but thats only because he hopes that annie will be there

which she never is

really quiet but sweet

mediocre to good grades but nothing out of the ordinary

he’s kinda the boy next door vibes

always wears the same blue sweater

pieck

mommy

mommy? i mean sorry mommy

sorry it just keeps slipping out

thats what she said 

aNYWAYS

she is a very homely and sweet honours student!

like reiner, probably a psych student

cottagecore aesthetic. i dont make the rules.

shes still a student but everyone thinks she’s a professor cause she’s so talented and smart and- adulty?

she has her life together, on the surface

but uh

yeahhhhhhh if you catch her in her natural habitat, her hair is all askew, notes are everywhere and shes crouched on all fours scribbling away at her work

porco

immediate rich daddy boy’s vibes im sorry

“MY FATHER SHALL HEAR ABOUT THIS!” - porco malfoy 2k22

most definitely studying humanities w/ a major in international law and political science

gee i sure hope he doesn’t run into reiner in the humanities building

THAT would make for some drama

and we don’t like drama in this household!

no, that isn’t popcorn in my hands you see

100% the chaddiest chad to ever chad at the university of chad

IM SORRY OKAY I DONT KNOW HOW TO FEEL ABOUT PORCO

TAKE THIS HEADCANON OR LEAVE IT

BECAUSE I SURE AINT TAKING CRITICISM

zeke

i wanna put a forewarning that i have a thing against zeke so proceed w warning

he just gives me bad vibes okay ;-;

he is that professor who wears a trench coat to every single class

even if it’s summer

black. trenchcoat.

his response to every criticism aimed at him? “no bitches?”

i cant fault him for that

like i said, he’s a professor

of political science probs

very very charismatic

the classes he teachers are like a cult fr

they really realllly admire him

alot

like alot alot

okay i think that’s all i can do :’) cause the only other marley person i know well enough to headcanon is colt and im still sad about how he died :(

i hope you enjoyed ! likes/reblogs/shares/comments are appreciated :) lemme know who you want me to do next in the replies xx

might do a part two hehe! i hope you enjoyed :) reblogs (w credit), likes and comments appreciated and encouraged x

#aot #snk #snk levi #levi fluff #hanji fluff #hanji zoë #hange fluff #armin aot #eren #shingeki no kyoujin eren #mikasa #mikasa headcanons #sasha blouse #connie x reader #connie aot #jean kirschstein #marco bodt fluff #marco bott #aot headcanons #aot fluff #erwin fluff #historia #historia x ymir #pieck aot #pieck finger #bertholdt fluff #attack on titan bertholdt #bertholdt fanart #bertholdt #reiner fluff

[poetryinsilence]

I’ve caught a cold and am sick in bed so here’s some imagines pulling this outta my ass with some Corey taking care of sick!reader headcannons! Sorry if there’s any spell or whatnot mistakes…I’m half alive💀

No warnings: it’s all fluff…ish🙃

Here’s my soft boi:

-Corey could tell when you are sick, your voice starts to go lower by an octave or two so it doesn’t hurt or tear you vocal cord

-though you’ve always tried your best and hide that fact and brushing him off saying “you’re fine” but in reality, he could tell by the moment you’ve stepped into the kitchen

-“I’m fine! I’m not even that sick.” “Yeah? then why aren’t you using your normal voice?” “ this is my normal voice!” The end of your sentence cracking up didn’t convince him otherwise

-the cough that you’ve been suppressing had finally slip loose, clearing with the stuttering sound of phlegm. Even those words of lie couldn’t convince yourself that you are in a healthy standard- especially that throbbing headache of yours that been bothering you all morning

-he squints his eyes as you take another step forward to tiptop up to reach the cupboard for a mug, you needed that cup of joe, and afterwards, things will miraculously get better

-“I can’t miss another shift. That old-ass creep of a manager already is pissed off with my shift schedule. He wanted to me to take more hours cuz ‘they’re short staffed’, well we are constantly short staffed cuz he kept sitting on his lazy ass all day in that room of his, prob jackin’ off”, you grunted, the ear of the mug dangling on he top of your fingers, just out of touch

-“that’s is exactly why—“ his word slurred in your mind as your vision overcomes with a blurriness, your legs finally gave out under your weight and you’re falling- oh shit, you’re falling. You squeeze your eyes to let the darkness overtake you and brace for impact

-but you never felt the pain. An eye peeks open and already, Corey had caught you and making his way to the bedroom bridal style

-wrestle all you want but this man had you in a tight lock, determined with each step that he will take care of you and nurse you back to tiptop shape

-you groaned with the cold sheets hitting your backside. Any coldness that’s making contact with your body pierces your bones with a sharp pain. Everything hurts like hell

-Corey softly tucked you in, as careful as possible without causing you any more ache in the process, and sifting under you as many pillows and cushions as he can find

-“hang tight, love. I’ll come back with the medications” he gave you a quick peck to your crown and you pitifully hummed as you drift off to slumber

-the next time you woke up, it was already in the early evening. “Shit!—“ your back shot up from the bed, now outlining the shape of you and you immediately regretted that decision

-the four walls that surrounds you spins like a carousel at a fun fair. Fuck, you’re gonna fall again. Thankfully, Corey heard your loud obscenities and knew you would do something stupid like getting out of bed

-his large calloused hands caught you in the nick of time and slowly ease you back on the mattress

-“careful, careful…” the pain aches to the beat of the ceaseless headache, feeling like sharp knives at this point

-he hovers the glass of water over your chapped lips, delicately popping in the cold medicine in your mouth and washing it down with another huge gulp

-“fuck, I’m screwed… I’m definitely getting fired this time…” Corey breathlessly chuckles. “Don’t worry about it, hon. I’ve taken care of it.” You furrows. “D-did you answer the call?” To your understanding, Corey is a timid person, he wouldn’t answer phone calls if he doesn’t personally know the person on the other line

“…I’ve taken care of it. Rest, I’ll just be outside.” He smiles, as he turns and leaves, you interrupted him with a gentle grasp of his pinkie finger. A quiet gasp escapes from his lips

-“stay…I want you to.” Whatever you request, he couldn’t deny you. Especially with your puppy eyes, the hinted rose on your cheeks, and the demand falling out the cherry red lips. If you weren’t sick, he would—

-he nods and positioning himself to the opposite side of the bed, slipping an arm under your head and pulling you closer to his chest so you could sleep more comfortably. You couldn’t help but plaster on a gleeful smile as you’re surrounded by his comforting scent. Corey places another kiss to your head

-“sweet dreams, princess.”

#corey cunningham #halloween ends #corey cunningham x you #corey cunningham x reader #corey cunningham x y/n #corey cunningham headcanons #slashers #slasher fandom #⭐️.txt #I’m coughing this up and coughing my life up…deadass💀💀💀

[snzyflowrr]

More OC stuff. snzer: Molly

CW: sneezing, stifles, mess

Molly and Emilia set off on their trip. Both of them were very excited. It was going to be a very long drive, their tiny car practically filled with all their luggage. 

Emilia was driving, music blaring. They appeared to be in the middle of nowhere. “Are you sure you know where you're going?” Molly asked.

“Course I do,” Emilia scoffed. “At least she does,” she gestured to her phone which was giving her directions.

“Just making sure,” Molly rubbed at her nose. 

Her nose had been itching for what felt like hours, never seeming to be satisfied by her rubbing.

“It would be very bad to be lost in the middle of nowhere,” Molly said, scrubbing her nostrils.

“Don’t jinx it!” Emilia chastised 

“I’m sorry I j-just Hih-GtChxxmpt!! Sorry, I had to sneeze,” Molly sniffled.

“Bless you,” Emilia said. “Trust me.”

“I d-do Hih… sorry… hih-TchHxXmpt!!! Guhh… Hih-TCHgxXchtt!!!” 

“Bless you, bless you,” Emilia said 

“Sorry, my n-n-nose itch-itches Hiih-TXCHHxxXmptt!! HIH-TCHGXxchh!!! Ugh, so itchy.”

“God bless you, darling,”

“Thanks,” Molly chuckled. She scrubbed her nose very hard. No matter what she did the tickle wouldn’t go away. A few minutes passed, and Molly was able to keep the sneezes at bay. It soon became too hard to attempt to hold back, and she had to succumb to the fit.

“I’m gonna s-sn-sneeze again… HIH-TchXxmpptt!! HIH-TCHxXGnpptt!!! Huh… huh… huh… HUH… HIIH-TCHGNXxtcheww!!! Ugh, fuck,”

When Molly gave in to this set of sneezes. Snot exploded out of her nose and covered her hands and chest.

“Oh god, Emilia, do we have t-tissues anywhere?!”

“Yeah, in the back, I think. Bless you, by the way. You sure are sneezy today.”

Molly unbuckled her seat belt to riffle through some bags in order to find some tissues. The urge to sneeze was building in her nose, about to reach its peak. She tried to hold off until she found tissues to safely sneeze into.

Her breath caught in her throat, making her chest heave up and down as she scrambled to find tissues.

“I think they might be in my bag; try checking there.” Emilia suggested.

Molly's chest which was already being bounced by the movement of the car where now jostled tremendously as Molly tried to fend off her sneeze attack which was about to break through the surface 

Molly’s tickling reached unbearable levels, she was forced to give into a volley of desperate sneezing which she stifled between her fingers.

“HIIH-tchxxgmtt!! HUUH-gntxxmmpt!! HIIH-tchXxGmptt!!” Molly moaned as more and more snot slipped through her fingers and onto her heaving breasts. 

“Bless you, my gosh.” Emilia said.

“Ugh, I c-can’t find them anywhere… huh… and I n-need to sneeze a-again… HUUH… HIIH-TCHxXgnncht!! God I can’t s-stop HUUH-TGxXxcheww!!” 

Just then, as Molly opened one of the side pockets on Emilia’s bag, she found a whole box of tissues unopened.

“Found them,” she said and sat back down in her seat.

Molly hurriedly opened the box, taking out a handful of tissues and pressing them to her nose as another spell of sneezes overtook her.

“HIIH-TXHCHcheww!! HIIH-TCHgnnxmpt!!! HIIH-tCHHXcheww!!”

Molly convulsed into her tissues, snot immediately dampening the tissues. Molly crumpled it up and placed the soaked tissue in her lap. 

“Bless you, poor thing,” Emilia cooed.

“The tickle won’t be g-go a-away… HIIH-TCHHSHcheww!!!” Molly sneezed again, expelling more and more mess and her nose became more clogged with each fit.

It seemed to never end. Molly took tissue after tissue out of the box. She blew her red itchy nose or sneezed uncontrollably. No matter how much she sneezed, the itch stayed in her nose begging for release every time. 

Sometimes she thought it was over, but then her nose would start up again, and she’d be thrust into another fit. Molly was stuck in a cycle of never ending sneezing.

Molly placed tissues in her cleavage, so she could easily grab them when needed. Tissues nestled in between her two voluminous bouncing breasts, both moving vigorously with the turbulence of the car and the power of her sneezes. No matter her efforts she still left a shiny layer of mess on her bobbing chest. 

Molly's breath heaves as she pulls her stash of tissues out of her cleavage and sneezes vigorously into them filling them with snot.

“TXHCHHchheww!!! GUUHH.. HUUH-TCHXXchheww!!!,” her nose squelching into the drenched tissue.

“Bless you! Jeez, Molls, you’ve been going at it for almost an hour. Do you need me to pull over?” Emilia asks worriedly.

“N-n-no nothing we can do but wait for it to stop,” Molly said, placing her tissue into the ever-growing pile forming on her lap. “My allergies are b-bad this time of y-year… HIH-TXHchheww!!” 

“Blesses. We’ll eventually need to stop. You’ve sneezed over a hundred times in less than an hour, and you don’t sound like you're stopping anytime soon.”

“We’re in the middle of nowhere, there isn’t a place t-to s-stop HIIH-TXHccHhcheww!! Guhh… HUUH… HIICH-TCHXHHNgcheww!!” 

Molly reached for a tissue to see it was her last one. She blew her nose into releasing a waterfall of mess and placing it on her pile. She had used up a whole tissue box in less than an hour; that had to be some kind of record.

But the tickle in her nose was persistent and before she could think of anything to do, her nose exploded into itchy sneezes.

“HUMP-TXCHH-TNXXCHHH-TCCHHSSHEW-TCHHxhheww!!!” 

Molly sneezed all over her chest, completely drenching her breasts in mess. Snot still leaked from her nose as she looked for something to wipe it on. The only thing she could use was the skin-tight tank top she was wearing.

The top barely covered her breasts, but she pulled it up to her nose, and once again sneezed intensely causing her chest to heave vigorously. 

Somehow these sneezes were even messier than before and completely soaked the top of her shirt, leaving a dark wet spot on her cleavage. But she didn’t care. She was so desperate for the release of the sneezing fit.

As more spurts of sneezes burst from her, her top became damper until it squelched when Molly pressed her face into it.

“It's so messy, I c-can’t control it,” heaved Molly as more sneezes escaped her.

“I found a rest stop we can go to and get you more tissues,” But Molly was too busy sneezing to answer.

When they finally arrived at the rest stop. Molly had been sneezing for about an hour and a half.

“You're Going to set some kind of record,” Emilia said.

When Emilia returned from the store, she was carrying three boxes of tissues with her and a packet of Benadryl.

“T-t-thanks,” Molly hitched gratefully, taking the tissues from Emilia. This was going to be a long road trip. 

#I’m sorry for putting my girl through this again #snz #snz kink #snzblr #sneeze kink #sneezing fit #sneeze attack #sneeze thoughts #snz blog #snzario #snz things #snz ocs

[ambrossart]

While I’m still working on the climax of part 8 (there’s a lot of strong emotions involved, and I really want to capture them as best as I can), here’s a little preview of what’s coming. 

Part 8 will be up tomorrow night since I have the day off to do all my final rewrites and edits. I will probably spend the whole day on it, honestly. 

In the meantime, enjoy this little sneak peak!

** Also, I can’t respond to comments because of the glitch, so if you post a question here, I swear I’m not ignoring you! **

“You know, it’s very rare to find a friend like Chrissy. We’ve been best friends since the first grade. The first grade. The teacher partnered us together for an assignment, and we just hit it off right away. It was effortless with her. As easy as breathing. We spent the whole afternoon talking and laughing, getting absolutely nothing done, and it’s been that way ever since. I swear, it’s like we’re in our own little world sometimes. We shut everyone else out, forget about all our problems, and just relax for a while… as long as we can. She’s the only one I’ve ever been able to do that with, and I’m assuming it’s the same for her; otherwise, she wouldn’t have kept me around for so long. And honestly that surprised me, too. I mean, you hear about girls dropping their childhood friends once they get a taste of popularity, but not Chris. No, she didn’t change at all. We still eat lunch together every day. Still walk home together every day. Sleepovers every Saturday, and then we hang out all day Sunday. It’s like a ritual at this point, and I think we’re both too afraid to break it. It’s like we think the world will end or something.” You laughed at that for a minute, then frowned. 

“We’re going to different schools next year. That wasn’t the plan, of course. We were both supposed to go to Evansville together, live it up, have the time of our lives, but now she’s the only one going. Chris thinks it’s because I didn’t get in, but the truth is… I never even applied. I don’t wanna go to college with her. I can’t go to college with her. And I know that’s sounds really selfish. Probably makes me seem like a total bitch, but… My whole identity is wrapped up in Chrissy Cunningham. From the time we became friends, she has defined me. I have no name anymore. I’m simply Chrissy’s best friend. And what, I have to spend another four years like that? Another forty? When I die, is that what’s gonna be engraved on my tombstone? I have nightmares about it. I wake up in the middle of the night and cry about it. I’ve spent the last twelve years living in Chrissy’s shadow, and it’s slowly killing me. And it’s not her fault. She’s done nothing wrong. She’s amazing, and I love her, but… I need to find out who I am… apart from her.” 

You breathed out the words and watched them drift away. This was the first time you’d ever spoken such treachery out loud. Until now, it had been trapped inside of you like a poison, and now that it was out, a small part of you was afraid. Afraid Chrissy might’ve heard you. Afraid that all your rituals had now been undone. The spell was broken, and now the world around you would cease to exist. Fires. Earthquakes. Floods. Famine. You sat there for a minute, listening for the sounds of screaming and panic, but there was nothing… just Spandau Ballet. 

You turned your head, caught Eddie Munson’s wide-eyed stare. “I’m sorry, were you asking me a question?”

“Uhh… just… what your plans are after high school.” 

Your face flushed. “Oh, right…” You crossed your arms over your chest and looked down. “Umm, college. In way too many words, college. Yeah, that’s what I’ll be doing. What about you?” 

Eddie pounded his fist on his knee. “I… have no idea. I guess I’ll be at the world’s mercy.” 

“You’re not gonna pursue your music?”

“Well, yeah, I’m gonna try… but the odds of making it are basically, y’know, zero.” He formed a goose egg with his hand, then made it explode with a flick of his fingers. “With my luck, I’m probably gonna end up sharing a prison cell with my old man.” 

“Don’t say that,” you said, sickened. 

“I���m just kidding…” 

“Yeah, you are, but you aren’t, so… stop.” Your voice was soft but emphatic. It made Eddie look at you in surprise. “I remember how you would get whenever your dad was out on parole. It was like night and day. You became a completely different person.”

Once, while you were all leaving Scottie’s house after a D&D session, Eddie saw his dad’s beat-up car sitting on the curb and, instantly, all the color drained from his face. Then he said, I gotta go, guys, and he skipped the next two sessions.

“You always swore you wouldn’t end up like him, so… swear it, Eddie. Swear you’ll never end up like him.” 

Your glare was earnest and desperate. 

Eddie sighed, surrendering to it. “I’ll never end up like him. I promise.” 

“Good,” you said. “And don’t make anymore jokes like that either because you’re not that funny, Munson.” 

“Okay,” said Eddie with a faint smile. “From now on, I’ll leave all the jokes to you.” 

#preview #this is just for you guys #thank you for being so patient while I obsess over small details #you’re all amazing #also I seriously love when she calls him Eddie and not Munson #it’s so rare but so sweet #sneak peek