#Yes i am laying in bed being hungry and not eating food

[coquettefrancaise]

i got you babe

by sonny and cher

pairing: sick!Azriel x reader ~ 2.9k

warnings: non-sexual bathing

summary: when Azriel collapses from his fever while you're on vacation, you, the only person he'll accept help from, hurry home to nurse him back to health

a/n: overthinking is not for the weak (please please please give me ideas for fics guys I am stRuggling here)

Azriel had felt like shit the moment he woke up. From his sore throat to his heavy, achy limbs. Granted, he had felt the early symptoms of this earlier last night but had hoped sleep would erase it.

That didn't seem to be the case.

He rarely became sick but when he did, it was not pretty.

One could argue that it was because he didn't allow his body to rest which was why but he claimed it was a part of his 'bad luck'. The constant misfortune he was given that had wound him up with a loathsome childhood and three unrequited loves. Until you.

You had turned his world upside down so abruptly that he had been left dizzy and craving more. It took him time to be cared for in the way you did but he now grew to adore it.

He coughed, wincing at the soreness of his throat. Unfortunately for him, you were in the summer court with the females of the inner circle, taking a much needed vacation. And as much as he wished you were here to tell him he'd be alright, he didn't want you to end your trip early.

He stepped out of bed, hand catching the frame as he felt faint. He was fine.

He then took a moment for it to subside and went to change for training and take something for the intense pressure building in his head. It felt as if someone had stuffed cotton balls inside it.

One look in the mirror and he cringed. Face pallor, sunken eyes, sinuses swollen. His body screamed at him to go lay down and bury his face in your pillow and succumb to heavenly sleep. Anything besides being up and about.

Instead he splashed his face with cold water.

Besides... even if he didn't wish to disrupt your fun, Azriel was nothing if not schedule-oriented. It gave him some semblance of control to be able to know what his day consisted of. And it threw off his entire day if there was a kink in his program.

Albeit lethargically, he readied himself and swallowed a sour headache tonic. Hand pressed to his temple to further relieve the pain, he went downstairs to eat breakfast.

Cassian was at the table, a half-finished bowl of oatmeal and glass of water in front of him, humming a small tune. Cauldron, that water looked absolutely delicious.

"Good morning, sleepy head." Cassian cooed, pspspsing at Azriel as if he were a cat in want of chin scritches. "Ready for your ass to be beat?"

Azriel ignored the meathead and sat down, grumbling thanks to the house when his own food appeared. He didn't hesitate to gulp down the water, the ache in his chest dimming. Still fine.

He could feel Cassian's eyes assessing him, skeptical. "You look pale."

It was times like these that Azriel hated how observant the Lord of Bloodshed was.

Apparently, Cassian believed that, with you being gone, he was to be Azriel's warden. Telling him to go to bed when he had been too caught up in paperwork, reminding him to drink more water, having Rhys check on his whereabouts every few hours... and if he found out Azriel was sick, he'd coddle him. And Azriel didn't enjoy being coddled. Except by you.

"Woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. So you should probably take yourself out of my business before I shove that spoon up your ass."

Cassian threw his hands up in innocence, an amused chuckle falling from his lips. "You kiss your girlfriend with that mouth?"

Azriel made no comment.

"Aw, I understand now. Are you just so distraught that she's been gone for a week? Is that why you look so under the weather? She's your only salvation?"

Yes, actually. But Azriel wouldn't admit that.

"You really just enjoy hearing yourself talk, don't you?" he pushed his bowl of oatmeal away, not feeling too hungry.

"You can't even eat because you're so lost without her. It's alright to admit that you're totally, completely in love, Az. We've all been there."

Azriel felt that his head might explode if he sat there for one second longer, so he stood and headed up to the training ring. And Cassian, ever the obedient pup, followed.

As soon as they stepped out into the fresh air, Azriel felt somewhat better. Like he could breathe easier, even if his sinuses still stung sharply. He was still fine.

But his moment of relief was cut short as he swayed softly at his equilibrium being thrown off kilter.

Even in the dim lighting of twilight, Cassian caught the movement, frowning at Azriel. "You don't look so good, Az. You should sit down for a bit or-"

"I'm fine," Azriel snapped, closing his eyes as the intensity of the words caused him to feel even more light-headed.

He heard Cassian sigh heavily and then felt a hand at his brow. "Holy shit. You're hot."

Azriel scoffed.

"Not that way, you idiot," Cassian growled, "you're burning up with a fever."

"I already said I'm fine. Now can we please get this over with? I have actual work I need to catch up on."

"Mm, no."

And then Azriel was being pushed out of the training ring and towards the stair doors. "Your pretty bird would have my head if she knew I let you train in the midst of a fever."

There was no argument there.

You would have caught his fever way before it had broken, Azriel was sure. He never knew how you managed to do it. One cough and he would be put on bed-rest with warm soup being ladled to his lips while you dabbed at his sweat-slick skin with a cool washcloth.

But you weren't here to do those things so Azriel dug his heels into the gravel. "I've lived this long without being coddled by you Cassian. I think I can survive longer without you starting now."

Cassian would hear none of it, so he pulled out the big guns and said, "I'll tell her to come home early if you won't go back to bed."

That had Azriel's heels lift.

You had been ecstatic about this trip for months. You'd planned everything down to the last detail and even bought new clothing for it. Azriel wouldn't begrudge you your long-awaited vacation just because he wouldn't listen to his asshole of a brother.

"Fine," Azriel grumbled under his breath.

With that, Cassian continued to guide him to the stairs when Azriel collapsed. Not fine.

"I really, really, really wish we had a beach in Valeris."

You and the rest of the inner circle—excluding Amren—hummed in agreement at Nesta's contented sigh.

You had arrived nearly a week ago and spent most of the days under the summer court's sun while lounging on their pristine white beach. And in the evening, when the sun went to bed, everyone dressed their best and went out partying, taking advantage of the fruity beverages and up-beat music.

"You could always lay by the Sidra," Elain murmured from under her sun hat. While she didn't want to tan like the rest of you, she still wished to be nearby the group, so she used a towel and hat to cover her body from the warm rays.

"Because seeing a female in a skimpy bikini, sunbathing at the Sidra wouldn't be odd." Nesta said drily, adjusting the straps of said bikini.

The group chuckled then returned to the peaceful silence.

Oftentimes you all fell into naps from the noise of the salty waves lapping onto the shores at your toes. The only reason you hadn't burned to a crisp being that you periodically passed around a protective sunscreen.

Speaking of... you sat up, adjusting the sunglasses sitting on your nose, and dug around your bag for the sunscreen. "Alright ladies it's time."

Despite their groaning, they followed suit in sitting up, taking swigs from their waters and then passing around the lotion you offered. "You're such a mom," Mor teased, rubbing it into her arms.

You shrug, making sure you didn't miss the crevices of your ears or hair part. "I enjoy taking care of people."

"And we're grateful for that," Feyre chimed in, "because without you, we'd all be shriveled and red and a horrible sight for sore eyes."

You'd always enjoy taking care of the people you loved. It began when you were a little girl and you were tasked with watching your youngest siblings. If your parents weren't available, you fed, clothed, and played with them. Unlike others, you thrived under the responsibility.

So when you got together with Azriel, you were thrilled to find out that he wasn't very good at taking care of himself. While, yes, he was great at seeing to his family's and friends' needs, he neglected his own.

That's why you believed you were perfectly compatible. You looked after him and vice versa.

After everyone reapplied the lotion, you stuffed it back into your bag and laid back.

You wondered how Azriel was doing. If he was sleeping enough or- you shook your head. He was a grown male who was fully capable of taking care of himself. He didn't need you to constantly worry over him.

Unexpectedly, Rhys' voice filled your head.

"You need to come home,"

"Is everything alright?"

A pause. "Azriel collapsed."

You were on your feet instantly, heart pounding wildly in your chest like a drum. "Mor."

Mor quirked an eyebrow, clearly displeased at how you were blocking the sun.

"I need you to winnow me home. Azriel's hurt."

As hastily as you had jumped from your sunbathing chair, Mor had you in her arms, the world shifting under your feet until you appeared on the roof of the townhouse. Cassian stood a couple of feet away, leaning against the railing, no doubt waiting to fly you up to the house of wind.

"How is he?" you hurried to Cassian.

He smoothed his hands down your arms to calm you down. "Rhys and I didn't mean to scare you. Azriel is in stable condition but he collapsed on me this morning at training with a burning fever."

Of course the male would attempt to train while being sick. Yet, the worry in your stomach relaxed. You knew how to treat a fever. When Rhys had told you the news, your thoughts had turned to Azriel being seriously, deathly injured.

You took a deep breath in and blew it out. "Take me to him."

Mor called from behind you, "I'm going to head back to the summer court. Update us please."

You turned around and gave her a hug, thanking her for bringing you. "Drink a mojito for me. And don't forget sunscreen."

The blonde chuckled and squeezed you before leaving.

Not ten minutes later, you slipped into Azriel's room, a frowning Madja concocting a tonic at the vanity.

"Good thing you're here, child." She sighed, exasperated. "He's been moaning your name as if he were on his deathbed."

"It's a pleasure to see you too, Madja."

You walked to the bed, taking in the male under the sheets. Azriel looked worn. His skin was leeched of his usual sun-kissed color. Lips chapped and breath raspy.

Your fingers danced along his brow, concern furrowing your own at the heat emanating from his skin. How had he managed to even get to the rooftop this morning while burning this hot? Fevers this bad took time to build.

"Azriel?" you whispered gently, opening the top drawer of the nightstand to retrieve a lip salve and applying it to his lips. It was devastating seeing Azriel looking so sick; a stark difference to his usual strong, put-together appearance.

He hummed, eyelids shifting.

Madja walked to you, holding out a vial. The older fae probably wondered often herself how these males managed to survive this far with the way they managed to overlook their needs. "Have him drink this when he is awake. He'll need plenty of fluids and rest."

"Is there anything he could take to make him less dense?" you teased.

She muttered something under her breath, eyes turned heavenward as if praying for patience. "If there was, I'd have given it to them long ago. The high lord is practically paying for my existence at this point."

"Your work has probably made the biggest dent in his coffers."

Madja grinned, patting your hand. "I trust that you will manage him just fine. He's been one of the bats that I've tended to less ever since you entered his life."

A warmth filled your chest at her words. Madja's praise wasn't given often so you didn't think much when you wrapped the healer into your arms. She grunted softly, reaching around to tap your shoulder in reciprocation.

"Thank you Madja. For the compliment and being here for him. He worries me sick at times." You let go and turned to Azriel was still slept.

"That's how you know you love them, child. You continuously fret over their welfare and wish to take away their pain." A softness entered her eyes as she looked at Azriel too. "All the things he's endured, he never deserved"

It made you sick to think of his father and step-brothers. Of the things they had done to Azriel when he was only a child; small and vulnerable. "They defintely deserved what they got." Your voice was cold, not a tone you usually took up.

Madja nodded just as your name was raspily called from the bed.

You were sitting immediately, brushing the hair from his forehead. "Azriel?"

Hazel eyes blinked open, bleary from sleep. The corners of his mouth quirked up as he took you in before promptly falling. "You're-" he coughed, "you're not supposed to be here."

"Why not?"

"You were in the summer court... having fun."

Soft lips pressed to the crown of his head. "And I'm here now and I want to make sure you're healthy."

"I didn't want you to leave early. You were so excited."

"I wanted to leave early. I wasn't going to continue having fun while my stubborn boyfriend was sick and fainting in the training ring. Do you know how bad you scared me?"

Madja quietly slipped out of the room, giving you privacy.

"'m sorry," he rasped.

You sigh, "Let's get you into a cool bath, shall we? It will help to bring your temperature down."

He let you help him up, muscled arm across your shoulder as you led him into the bathing room and stripped him of his clothes. "For the record," you said softly, pulling off his socks, "I'm not angry at you. Only disappointed."

"Why?"

You stood, holding his face in between your hands, looking down at him from where he sat on the toilet. "Because I love you and I want you to feel that you can come to me whenever you're not feeling great. I hate knowing you were suffering alone."

He cast his eyes down to the floor, "You're always taking care of me."

"Do you not... not want me to?"

Did he think your constant attention was annoying? Sure, some people thought you were overbearing but you thought Azriel appreciated it. Wouldn't he tell you otherwise?

"No, my love," he pressed his forehead to your ribs, shaking hands gripping onto your thighs. "I didn't want to burden you."

"You could never, ever, burden me." It was said with finality.

Hot air blew across your exposed midriff. "Love you,"

"And I love you." You sank to your knees so you were eye-level. Despite his flushed face, his eyes were full of so much love and gratitude. "And I love taking care of you. There is nothing in this world I would rather be doing. So let's get you into this bath and into bed so you can feel better, hm?"

As he lounged in the tub, head thrown back against the lip as you soothed a rag across his chest and face, you laughed. You only now realized you still wore your bathing suit.

He cracked open one eye.

"You must be severely under the weather to not even notice my outfit."

His eyes scanned your body, tucked into the scanty blue bikini. "Is that color...?"

"The same color as your siphons? Yes."

The water disturbed as he lifted out a hand, bringing it to the nape of your neck where it was tied. You shivered at the cold of the water. Then you gasped as, with one expert flick, it became undone. You barely had time to catch the strings before you flashed Azriel. "Az!" you scolded, face pink.

"Can't a dying man admire his girlfriend's beautiful body?"

"You're not even dying." You tied the strings once more. "How about this? When you're fever breaks and you aren't falling asleep every five minutes, I'll let you admire me as much as you wish."

He smirked in reply, waving his hand haughtily. "Carry along with your ministrations then. I need to recover quickly."

You giggled as you continued to blot the cloth at his warm skin.

Later that night, when you were both tucked into bed, you smiled to yourself. Azriel was practically sunken into your skin with how his legs were intertwined with your own, arms wrapped tightly around your torso, and face tucked into your neck.

You truly did enjoy taking care of him.

divider credit: cafekitsune

[astridthevalkyrie]

inspired by rafayel's when light falls memory.

cw: fluff, bratty raf, temporary blindness

When he stumbles into the room, you're on your feet immediately, staring furiously.

"Rafayel."

"Hey, no, you can't be mad." He points in the direction of your voice, and he's slightly off, which only makes you angrier. "If you think about it, this is your fault."

"Rafayel!"

"You sound so pretty when you say my name like that. Say it again?"

It had been on the tip of your tongue, but at his words you swallow the third utterance, merely glaring with a look that would make him shudder if he could see it.

If he didn't, y'know, blind himself again.

"Hmm, does the opposite effect work on you? Let's see. Don't kiss me. Don't get me food because I'm not hungry. Don't take me to bed and lay me down and push my shirt up and ogle me, I'd hate that."

"You're not funny," you snap at him, walking up and snatching his palm. Despite your obvious anger, Rafayel lets out a soft breath of relief at your touch, and doesn't protest a bit as you guide him to sit on the couch. When he'd told you he'd meet you here, you didn't suspect anything. When he said Thomas would be dropping him off, a bead of nervousness had build up inside you. And when Thomas texted you a simple apology text, you'd feared the worst.

He always does this. This is the third time it's happened since you've known him. Each time he cheerily tells you that the doctor has warned him it could be permanent if he keeps being so reckless. And each time, Rafayel ignores that advice completely and stays up another forty-eight hours to paint.

When he's seated, he sighs happily, tugging you close and tucking himself into your chest. "You smell good."

"Shut up. Do you even register how dangerous this is?"

"Mmhm." You see his lips curve into a smile. "Maybe this'll be the time it sticks."

Placing your fingers against his forehead, you push him back and he whines, slouching with a pout on his face. You don't dignify his hypothetical with an answer, stomping away—loud enough that he can hear your displeasure—to take a wrapped sandwich from the picnic basket you'd brought over.

Rafayel's brows furrow when you drop it in his hands, and he has to fiddle a bit before he can take the foil off. Cautiously, he takes a bite, knowing better than to ask you before eating if you're trying to poison him or not (your answer will always be a deadpan yes), and moans a little when the flavor hits.

"This is so good. Did you make this?"

You sit down a foot away from him, crossing one leg over the other and staring stoically at the wall in front of you. "I did. For a date."

Out of the corner of your eye, you see his eyes widen, as though he's finally realizing how much trouble he's in. Abandoning the sandwich on the couch, he extends his hand out for you, finding your face first before he wraps his hand around your arm.

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. You put all this effort in and I—"

"Completely ruined our plans by showing up without your eyesight? Yes. You did."

"I'm sorry," he says again, pulling at you a little. You acquiesce, if only because the sight of him reaching for you makes you feel slightly bad. He pulls you into his chest this time, hiding his face in your hair as he murmur out apologies.

That's the thing with Rafayel. He can tease and poke and prod all he wants, but the second he actually feels something, he makes it blatantly clear. The guilt is practically dripping off him in waves.

"I'm not mad." You hold both his hands in yours, kissing his knuckles like they're precious—because to you, they are. "At least, not about the date. I am mad that you keep doing this to yourself even though it's bad for you."

His hands squeeze yours, and his blank eyes fill with an emotion you're not even sure he realizes he's expressing. "I told you, s'your fault. I was up three nights in a row working on something you inspired."

"Right." Shifting so that you can kiss the top of his head, you mumble, "So what I'm hearing is I should break up with you and then you'll be absolutely fine."

For a few seconds, Rafayel doesn't say anything, and you become concerned he thinks you're serious. But then he presses into you more, lips grazing against your collarbone.

"That'd be even worse."

"Oh, really?" You run a hand through his hair. "How so?"

"Heartbreak is amazing for creativity. I wouldn't sleep for weeks. Even after my eyesight was gone, I'd just keep paining...and painting...and painting..."

"Okay, okay, I get it." Kicking your feet out, you lay down, pulling him down on top of you. Rafayel sighs, one arm sliding around you as he tucks his face into your neck.

"You really do smell good."

"Please stop doing this to yourself. I'm genuinely asking you, Raf, I'm begging you to just let the inspiration stew—call me if you can't settle and I'll help. But stop it with these all nighters."

His fingers find yours, and he holds your hand against his chest tightly. "Okay," he whispers, "okay."

You don't push it further. If he's agreed, then he'll stick to his word, you know that. You'd feel guilty, at how much he bends to your every request despite the complaints, but it's not like you're trying to get him to buy you a diamond ring (and Rafayel would, should you so much as glance at one). You're making him promise for his own benefit.

"Even if I did lose my eyesight, I'd still remember how you look, y'know." He brushes his lips against a nearly faded hickey on your neck, pressing a soft kiss there. It's incredibly impressive that even without seeing, he knows exactly where his marks on you are. "Wouldn't stop calling you beautiful—promise."

A gentle hum escapes you. "I know. Believe it or not, my ego isn't what I'm worried about."

He laughs quietly, reaching down to kiss your chest before pressing closer to you, listening to your heartbeat with his eyes closed. "Yeah, you're worried about me. That's so embarrassing, you have a crush on me?"

"I'm in love with you," you respond, and predictably, his ears turn scarlet at your open words and he groans, fingers clutching your shirt as he wallows. "Don't dish out what you can't take, honey."

"You're so mean," Rafayel whispers, "stay with me?"

What a pain in the ass. But he's your pain in the ass, and you wouldn't have it any other way. "M'not going anywhere."

[hetfieldsdaddy]

Step brother James x Reader where they’re having sex late at night and he has a CRAZY praise kink and has to hold her mouth shut so no body hears them :3

BABE WAKE UP HETFIELDSDADDY POSTED!!! also yes i am getting to everyones requests theres alot 😞👍 but they are coming metallica nation. enjoy this one for now 💪

I hated my step-brother. I hated the mischievous looks he’d give me from the other side of the dinner table whilst we sat beside our parents. I hate how he stole all my things. I hated that every time I laid eyes on him, I had to push down the arousal and need I felt towards him. It had all started when he moved back in with us, after his stupid band project backfired and he needed somewhere to stay; he was stupid, jobless, and broke.

Obviously, my Dad and Step-mom sympathised with him. I just found it annoying. He was a few years older, yet acted like a little kid, always treating me with playful meanness like I was his biological sister. If that was the case, I’d probably kill myself immediately.

Our whole family sat at the dinner table, silently eating whatever burnt meal Dad had prepared for us, James only just walking down the stairs after being called umpteen times. I played with my food, eyes fixed on James as he sat down next to me.

He looked beside him, taking in my appearance before resting the side of his face on his palm. I took a small bite of my food, trying to atleast pretend I was enjoying the crime against humanity on my plate. I nearly choked on my food as I felt a hand run up my thigh, my face flushed as my eyes darted around the room, gaze then fixing on James. He gave a small smirk in return, parents too busy talking about.. whatever it is they constantly ran their mouths about.

I cleared my throat, “I.. uh— May I be excused?” I said, legs tensing up. “What? You’ve hardly touched your food.” Dad says, a small frown on his face, “I’ll eat it later, I’m just- not hungry right now.” I quickly rose from my seat, brushing James’ hand off of my thigh as I did so. I sped upstairs, closing my bedroom door behind me tightly and pressing my back against it, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

It was getting increasingly harder to ignore what he did to me. I clambered into bed, laying my head on the pillow and just making an attempt to sleep off the confusion.

I only managed to get about an hours worth of sleep, when I was suddenly awoken by fingers brushing along my shoulder. I jolted up, the room pitch black. “Shh.” A familiar voice shushed me, putting his hand over my mouth.

“James??” I spoke, speech muffled by the palm of his hand. He pulled his hand away, pulling the sheets off of me and leaning over, hands rested at both sides of my head. “James, I don’t—“ I could hardly believe what was happening. Was this even real? Was I even awake? James’ breath hitched, a hint of regret in his expression.

He took his hands away, moving to get off of me, but I quickly stopped him and held him in place. “Stop it. I want.. this.” My tone of voice was flustered. It felt strange to be admitting that, but it felt good to know he felt the same way about me. “I think Dad’s still awake..” He whispered, gaze shifting to my bedroom door. I reached up and turned his head back to look at me, “Then we’ll just have to be quiet..” I mumble, pulling him down slightly to press my lips against his. He deepened the kiss, rubbing my waist and groaning into my lips.

He pulled away, “Fuck.. I need you.” He muttered, his voice shaking slightly. “I’m right here..- Please.” I gripped onto his shoulders tightly, stomach dropping when he rolled down my shorts and underwear, admiring my body beneath him. I quickly reached down, undoing the clothes on his bottom half and desperately pulling them off. He laughed quietly, “Someone’s eager..” James mumbled, voice hardly above a whisper.

He lifted me upwards and onto his lap, holding me in place by my waist and littering my neck with bites and kisses, before lining himself up with my pussy, sliding himself inside suddenly and without warning. I cried out loudly, only to have a quick hand cover my face. He slides it further in, my moans of pleasure muffled against the palm of his hand. Once he had allowed me to adjust, he moved his hand away.

I slumped over him, body leant against his chest and hear rested in the nape of his neck. “That’s— so good.. you feel so good inside me..” He jolted and let out a grunt upon hearing what I had said. Clearly, he enjoyed the praise. He thrusted up into me, arms wrapped around my waist to hold my body close to him. “James, you’re doing so good..” I cooed into his neck, one of his arms pulling off my body so he could press his palm to my mouth again. “Fuck.. be quiet..”

He whispered, speeding up his pace slightly; he was clearly unable to hold back. I whined against his hand, moving my hips back and forth to meet his thrusts. I shivered as he twitched inside of me, pulling my head away from his hand and leaning into his ear, “Please do it inside me.. don’t pull out.” I said firmly, his grip on me tightening when he fucked me faster. It felt strangely good. I had sex before, but it never felt like this, it was strange that my step-brother managed to be the one to please me, of all people. “I’m gonna cum..” He mumbled into my ear, voice trembling and tainted with desperation.

I cried out as he took ahold of my waist, pushing me down onto it and filling me up to the brim. I tried my best to stay quiet, but it was hard, quiet moans escaping my lips. He pulled out, laying me down on the bed and pulling his boxers up before laying down next to me. “That was— good..” I whispered. “They definitely heard us, though.” He replied.

[emswritingsstuff]

reader being on some heavy pain meds from being treated for an injury. just flirting w carol w no hesitation. carol just laughing and being like ur high but reader being like “yes i am,” giggling “but i mean it” and getting all touchy on her hands and the side of her face hhh

if carol has 0 fans im dead y'all

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From the Start (Carol Peletier x Fem! Reader)

WC: 809

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Getting your thigh impaled with an arrow was definitely not your brightest moment. Granted you had acted pretty stupid to end up in that situation, falling off a small ledge and onto your quiver. Luckily you were with the right people, and they got you out of trouble quickly. The whole ride back to the prison you knew you were going to hear it from Rick, how irresponsible you acted, how you can’t be doing all that, the spiel he gave everyone after an injury. 

Hershel and Glenn were working on the wound, Hershel thanking God they got you back to him in time and that the arrow didn’t do any serious damage. All could you do was agree, laying down on the bed trying not to think about the pain. 

Once clean, Hershel bandaged your wound and sent Glenn out to grab antibiotics and painkillers to help the healing process. You were no doubt going to be bed bound for a few days, which was already making you stir crazy. They both soon left after debriefing you on what you need to do to keep yourself from an infection. You listened and they were soon gone, leaving you to rest.

You had tried so hard to go without the pain meds, but the pain in your leg was excruciating. Every time you even slightly moved the pain shot through your entire body. You finally bit the bullet and took some meds, only taking one because they had seemed to be on the stronger side. 

It took awhile for them to kick in, but they worked. All the pain you felt melted away and you felt at ease. You relaxed into your pillow, just laying there. You had fallen asleep at some point getting some of the best sleep you’ve had in your life. A slight thud had awoken you from your slumber and you slowly opened up your eyes to see Carol picking up a small box she knocked over. She cursed under her breath and went to leave as soon as the box was off the ground. 

You didn’t know what had really gotten into you but you really wanted her to stay. “Hey Carol..” what you said was really drawn out, obvious you were still under the influence of the pain meds. She whipped her head around, “Sorry hun, did I wake you? I just wanted to drop off some dinner.” She had gestured to the bowl on your bedside table with a small glass of water. You wasted no time in propping yourself up slowly and preparing to eat, as hungry as ever. 

Carol watched you, giggling to herself at your mannerisms. It was entertaining. 

As she kept watching you, your hand stretched out and patted the open space next to you, “Sit with me.” What you said was somewhat mumbled as you still had some food in your mouth. Carol obliged and sat down, making sure to do it slowly so she wouldn’t move your injured leg. 

Once you finished your food, you immediately started talking Carol's ear off. Talking about everything you could think of. It was cute, Carol enjoyed listening to you speak. Even if she had no idea what you were even talking about half the time. “Next time we’re on a run, remind me to look for a quiver that goes on my back, not a belt one. The belt ones failed me today.” It was all mindless blabber. Funny thing is though, you knew what you were saying. You just couldn’t stop yourself from saying it. 

In the corner of her eyes, Carol saw your hand move. She was confused at first until your hand met with her face. You carefully caressed her face with your thumb, mumbling things like “so pretty” and “beautiful” making Carol get all flustered. 

“Hun, what are you doing?” she inquired, wanting things to be less awkward for her sake. 

“Lookin’ at you. I love looking at you,” Carol lightly scoffed playfully. Trying not to get all flustered in front of you. You’d both had a good relationship, nothing flirtatious up until now. But she was certain the pain meds you were on had something to do with it. 

“I think you should lay back down hun, you’re pretty high” Carol giggled, removing your hand from her face and gently pushing on you to lay back. Softly retaliating, you stood strong pointing a playful finger in her face. “Yes, I totally am. But I do mean what I said.” 

She just smiled fondly at you, knowing that was true. “Okay, we’ll talk about this again once you're not in the clouds. Now get some more rest.” Carol took your hand and placed a soft kiss on it before leaving. 

“Goodnight, Carol. I love you,” you said, getting your last word in. 

“Love you too.” 

--

the injury is lightly based off my irrational fear of impaling myself with one of my arrows (even though i have never seen it happen or done it myself in my over a decade of experience with archery.)

[kvgs]

summary: megumi x chubby fem! reader, this is fully self indulgent b/c as a chubby girl i’ve been feeling like shit about myself, megumi just being the gentleman he is

warnings: bad self image, kinda talk of ed and bad family life, suggestive….stuff

you were never good at feelings, neither is megumi. that’s what happens when you come from shitty home lives. but you knew one thing—megumi fushiguro is your best friend and you have feelings for him. feelings you cannot express without wanting to throw up or run away or curse at your parents for never showing you proper love.

plus, you’re not built like everyone else in your friend group. you’re painfully aware of this, so, megumi has to be as well.

he always says he doesn’t have a type, just an unshakable personality—nothing else matters to him. you refuse to believe that. giving yourself another excuse to hide your growing feelings for the brooding boy.

“y/n,” maki says, nudging you from your self deprecating daydream. “hm?” you hum, tugging the hem of your uniform’s skirt further down. “i asked if you wanna get food with nobara and i. get your head out of your ass,” maki lightly smacks you upside the head. a hiss falls from your mouth at the dramatic pain, your face twisting in annoyance. “megumi and yuuji are coming too. but more importantly,” maki leans in with a teasing smirk, “megumi is. the fact that you like that nimrod—“

“maki—no,” you cut her off quickly. she and nobara are the only people you’ve told directly that you like megumi. you can only assume that the others know because it’s not like you’re going at hiding it. blushing at every small thing he does for you. every small he gives you and not the others makes your heart sore. the way he remembers everything about you and has to ask maki, his own family member, when her birthday is. all basic things but things you never got as a kid.

the trio makes their way across the field and towards you guys. your hands clam up. you last saw megumi at breakfast where he insisted you eat more cereal, that there’d be a lot of training done today and you’d need the nutrients. he wasn’t wrong but you still felt guilty. “where’s panda and inumaki?” you ask, leaning to the side as you two stand up. maki smirks, “training, i assume. there the slowpokes are!” she announces as they get closer. “hey! i’m not a slowpoke!” yuuji groans as they approach.

“i am. i’m too tired. ugh,” nobara says, resting a dramatic hand against her forehead. megumi’s focus stays on you. his blue eyes are lit up unbeknownst to the both of you in a way that only light up when you’re in his sights. there’s a bit a sweat sheen across your forehead from training so hard and from the japan heat radiating off your skin. “you okay, y/n?” megumi asks with only a softness you receive. you raise an eyebrow, “yes, i’m a-okay.”

nobara huffs, “that’s great. i’m hungry. let’s go!”

you should’ve known this was gonna happen. you should’ve known when you woke up and saw what you didn’t like in the mirror. you ate near to nothing at lunch and here you are—forced into megumi’s dorm because your best friend knows when something is wrong with you. he knows when your world is about to combust and take you with it.

he’s currently on the corner of his bed, you on the other, refusing to meet his concerned blue hued eyes.

“y/n……something is up. and don’t say there’s not because we both know—“

“—that you know when something is wrong. yeah, yeah,” you huff, finally meeting his eyes. his face softens at your annoyance. you just wanna lay down and cover yourself until some bout of confidence comes over you and you can wear clothes without wanting to throw up. megumi inhales sharply, eyes shifting away from yours as he takes the chance and scoots closer to you.

“bad day?” megumi asks so low that if his room wasn’t so peaceful you wouldn’t be able to hear it. your gaze focuses on the carpet. “in what sense?” you question. megumi blinks, moving closer and closer until his thigh knocks into yours. shamelessly, his gaze wraps around you. the way your thighs sit on his bed, staring at the way your thigh high socks have your skin spilling from them. it’s sexy. you’re sexy. megumi hates me crude, he does but how you don’t find yourself sexy will always baffle him. of course he’s been attracted to other people but you—you are just everything he wants and needs.

“your brain,” he answers, forcing himself to lock onto your face again. he doesn’t regret it though. but—his heart sinks at the tears brimming your eyes. the ones that dare to stain your beautiful, chubby cheeks he’d love to lay kisses on. you snort sarcastically, “how’d you guess that one?” you sniffle. he furrows his brow, leaning back on his elbows. you turn to face him and for once you notice the way his eyes trail down your frame. you freak out. he sees it too. he finally sees it and you know it. how disgusting you are. how you’ll never be a good sorcerer because of the body you were burdened with. just like your parents said.

you wish in that moment your technique let you become as small as an ant so you could slip out of this room and never come back.

your feet hit the ground, “i’m gonna go—“

“y/n—“

“meg, i don’t wanna hear this. whatever bullshit, okay? i just—i wanna cry and be not—me,” you admit with a choked sob. megumi shoots up from his spot on the bed, hand’s subconsciously reaching out for you. your body winces, expecting something—anything except the soft touch that he holds your wrists with. “don’t wanna hear what, y/n? i just wanna help you. i’m not—i’m not the best with it and i’m sorry but i care about you,” he gulps, “a lot.” megumi shudders as he becomes vulnerable in front of his best friend. the same best friend he imagines kissing till neither one of them can breath, the same best friend he imagines losing it all to in her bed or his. the same best friend he wants to spend the rest of his life with, no matter how short or long.

“you can’t—help me, meg. no matter what i do i’ll be stuck here, in this mindset—me and you both know i’m gross—“

“what the hell are you on about?” megumi remarks offendedly, “gross? what are you saying?” you pout, the words of self deprecation circle your head but your mouth falls into an ‘o’, none of them able to fall from your mouth. it clicks for him. you think your body is gross. that’s never a way he’s heard you describe yourself. it strikes him with such a force that he might be more offended than you have ever been. he releases your wrist and you brace for impact. the agreement of your insult.

the face he adores so much refuses to look at him, only at the floor of his dorm. “y/n,” he says your name as if it might harm him. not that you’ll ever hurt him, but that the solemn look across your face might and once you look up—it strikes him in the heart like a bomb.

you’ve been silently crying while you stared at the floor. your brain feels like static and you’re surprised you even heard the call of your name with the war in your head. it’s shouting horrible things, your own brain is trying to kill you and sometimes it might be easier to let it but megumi won’t let you. no. for the first time in a while megumi has more than two people he cares about. people he feels responsible for. people he just wants to see happy and god, is your smile the one he always wants to see lit up, eyes crinkled in the corner from how ecstatic you are.

eyeliner from your makeup has fallen down your cheeks. mascara is basically gone along with the slight shine from your usual lip gloss. the things you put on everyday in hopes it’ll make you feel better about yourself. some days it does, some days it really does but other days you can’t even look at yourself in the mirror without feeling like a pig with lipstick on.

megumi exhales sharply, swallowing at the sight of your tear stained, puffy lipped face. his hands are still around your wrist but one let’s go, carefully reaching out for your face, giving you ample time to rush away from him. but—you don’t. his large hand cups your right cheek and you lean into the touch. the silence rips apart. your sobs fill his dorm room, body weak as you feel yourself give up. megumi, who isn’t good with feelings, knows he has to hold you. so, he encases you in his frame, a hand holding your head to his chest. he tries to remember what his mother or sister would do the rare times he got upset like this.

“i’m tired of it, megumi,” you cry into the dark cloth of his t-shirt. it’s your favorite shirt on him and you’re ruining it. you ruin things. just like if you tell your best friend your harboring feelings. his hand rubs your back and you wince as if he has hurt you when it ghosts past a roll that you despise. “tired of what, hon—,” he cuts the pet name off, settling for a bite of his tongue instead. only you would let such a sappy thing fall from his mouth.

you don’t hear it over how quiet it was with your sobs. you force yourself to leave his hold, already feeling cold and you wipe your tears, staring at the makeup that now coats your fingers.

“feeling like i’ll never belong. i’ll never be—girl enough because of how i look. never pretty—“

“you’re gorgeous,” megumi says so quickly that he himself doesn’t expect the confession. the worlds fall down his throat with a gulp, echoing through his head as he watches your eyes widen. your fists clench and unclench, the cycle repeats until it feels like you’re back on earth and not dreaming that those words just fell from his mouth. he takes a step closer, “y/n?”

“yeah?” you say, tearful eyes flashing down his frame. your cheeks are hot as a blush works it’s way up from your throat to them. megumi scratches the back of his neck, for once wishing he listened to nobara or yuuji’s more than likely horrible love advice. it’s better than the blank brain he has right now. no, he can’t be that desperate.

your bit of confidence dies down when he doesn’t say anything, just stares at you with a loss for words. “megumi, you don’t have to say anything to make me feel—better. i’m just expressing my—feelings. something we’re both not good at,” you comment with a nervous chuckle and another wipe of the tears that don’t seem to stop. the gears are turning internally, splitting megumi open as all the things he’s been wanting to say for months pile up in his tongue.

it physically hurts him and he curses his father wherever he is at for leaving him, causing his feelings to pain him physically.

“you’re—pretty, y/n,” megumi admits once again with a hiccup to his throat. flustered, you look anywhere but the dark haired boy. at his polaroids attached to the wall, at his books stacked on his desk. even the teddy bear you got him at one of the local fairs a couple months ago. it sits perfectly up right on his desk, right next to all his study material. something to remind him of you as he gets his school work done. your heart swells at the thought while the other half fights to beat you down again.

in a split second, his hands have dipped your face again. he’s admiring you. all the things you hate, he’ll love ten times harder. you’re gravitated to look into his eyes and when you do, your heart skips a solid two beats. it’s a look you’ve never seen in him before. or maybe never noticed.

love. lust. admiration. just a simple twinkle you’ve never seen in anyone else before.

your eyes match his, making his stomach twists as butterflies flutter from their cocoons. he can feel your skin heat up under his pale hands and he finally learns of the affect he has on you.

the tension is—intense. you’ve never been here. neither of you know what to do next. but, your lips are twitching as your gaze lands on his lips. so, you follow your heart.

your lips lock onto megumi fushiguro’s and with no hesitation, he’s pulling you in deeper. his hands find your neck, yours tug at his hair until somehow, someway you get turned around and your calves hit his bed. you whimper, pulling away breathlessly. you’re both panting but smiling. big smiles that radiate love and need. you both finally got the thing you’ve been yearning for since you’ve seen the other.

the break doesn’t last long because megumi can’t take the separation. his lips attach to yours more feverishly this time. carefully, he rests you against the bed. you disconnect for a moment, only to crawl up to his headboard with him hovering above you. his black shirt falls a bit, letting you peek under it to see his toned body. you ball the collar in your hand with a new found confidence. moans and whimpers fill the room from two inexperienced and needy people.

after what feels like a blissful forever, you pull away. his lips are swollen, coated in your mixed saliva. his hair is messy with a goofy look across your face. “fuck,” you say between pants. his elbows land on either side of your body, caging you against his bed. he’s bright pink. “you believe me now?” megumi asks, sight falling to your neck and then your pushed up breasts because anywhere is better than your eyes right now.

but—the gentleman side of him wins and he shifts from your rapid moving chest to your face. “believe what?” you question and for a second he thinks you’re joking. his face falls for a second, head nearly falling with it to the comfort of your stomach. he chuckles, “that you’re pretty, idiot,” megumi sheepishly says.

you swallow and megumi can feel your nervous breaths beneath him. “i—uh, might need a few more to just—prove it,” you tease, hands sliding around his neck once more. megumi smirks, clicking his tongue, “yeah? i think i can do that.”

“good,” you say lowly, leaning closer to him, full thighs wrapping around his torso. megumi licks his lips, “good,” he matches you tone, falling forward to land another never ending kiss on your lips.

[wandafiction]

I Can't Be Here - Just Us Chapter 56

Warnings: Fluff With Some Angst Thrown in For Fun

Word Count: 4574

Series List | Chapter 55 | Chapter 57

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I wake up to the feeling of kisses being planted all over my face, smiling as the kisses move to my lips. I feel Wanda smile against my lips before she presses her head into the crook of my neck, her hand moves to draw patterns on my bare chest as she takes a deep breath in. Her whole body is on top of mine, both of us enjoying the skin on skin contact as we are both still very naked from our adventures last night. I move my left hand up to her hair and start scratching at her scalp, as her face pushes further into my neck where she starts leaving small pecks. When I feel her take in another deep breath, I turn my head to look down at her as she tilts hers to look up at me.

"Do I smell nice?" I giggle as Wanda hums out a yes. "Are you hungry princess?" 

"Mhmm. I could eat a whole elephant." She giggles against my neck, and I smile at the sound.

"Well I don't have an elephant but we do have pancake mix and your favourite berries to go with it. How does that sound?" 

"Sounds lovely. But in like 5 minutes I'm comfortable, and you're warm." I peck her forehead, making her smile against my neck.

"Okay princess, 5 more minutes." I close my eyes as I feel Wanda's body relax against mine, enjoying the feeling of her bare skin on mine. 

When I feel Wanda’s breathing even out, letting me know she has fallen back asleep, I carefully remove her body from on top of mine so I can get out of bed and make a start on breakfast for us: well lunch since it’s 2pm. I manage to make it out of bed, throwing a clean top and underwear on, before sneaking out of her room to head to the kitchen. I am so glad the boy’s are not here this weekend, so we can just lounge around and not have to worry about cooking or entertaining them. 

It doesn’t take me too long to make the pancakes and coffee, which are all now loaded onto a tray as I head back to Wanda’s room using my elbow to push the handle down so I can get in. As the door opens my eyes look at Wanda who is surprisingly awake and already looking at me, a tired smile on her face as she raises her arms above her head stretching. Her arms shake slightly, an odd noise leaves her mouth as she stretches, her hands join together and push upwards more and I hear a few of her fingers click. Now that is what you call a good stretch.

“Good morning princess. Glad to see you're awake, again.” Her arms flop down next to her outside of the duvet, pushing her body up so she is sat against the headboard. 

“Good morning dorogoy. They smell good.” I place the tray on Wanda’s lap as she crosses her legs and I make my way back into the bed. Once I am settled I take the tray back that makes Wanda pout at me but I give her a few quick kisses that seem to make it disappear.

“I don’t want you spilling food on yourself while you’re still naked, even though the view is completely worth it. So grab a shirt or something just in case.” She hums as she gets up, and I lean to playfully smack her butt which makes her squeal and shoot me a glare. 

“What do you want to do today baby?” Wanda asks with her bare back still facing me as she searches her draws for a shirt. 

“How about we go on a nice walk around central park? Or because it's a bit colder we can head to the History Museum in Manhattan?” Wanda turns around with her shirt in hand, my eyes drop to her bare chest but quickly flick back to her face where I see her smirking at me. 

“The museum sounds like a good idea, and then we can head to one of the small cafes in the area.”

“Whatever you want to do.”

Wanda puts her top on, moving back to the bed and lifting the covers so she can get herself comfortable under them. I sit up a bit more creating a little space between us where I can lay the tray, so it doesn’t have to rest in one of our laps; moving the cups of coffee to the bedside table so they don’t spill on the bed. Seeing this, Wanda straightens out her legs, laying them over mine and we both shiver at the skin on skin contact that we both crave from one another. I cut up a couple pieces of pancake, using a fork to stab a piece that I give to Wanda as I use my fingers of my other hand to feed myself a piece. Multitasking.

Me and Wanda manage to finish the pancakes rather quickly as we hadn’t eaten anything since before the party, and - well - sex works up an apittite. Now we are just drinking our coffee in bed talking about random things that range from what our work schedules look like to when we should go out to dinner next. Wanda's phone gets a text alert and she moves to check it, her brows furrow slightly as she replies a few times.

"It's Vision he wants to talk to us." I put my now empty cup on the bedside table and turn to Wanda.

"What about?"

"The trip to Canada." She moves to place her cup on the bedside table.

"He says he needs to meet you first before his boys go gallivanting around the Canadian wilderness with a stranger." I hum in acknowledgement, pulling Wanda closer to me now there is no food tray on the bed.

"When would he like me to meet him?" I see Wanda fiddling with her hands in her lap, her head resting on my shoulder as her eyes wander around the room.

"Well he said he and the family are going out for a small dinner today. He sort of invited us along. I said I would ask you first."

"So would it be him, his wife and the boys?" I feel her nod against me.

"I think maybe his step-daughter too, but I'm not sure. Apparently she hasn't really been around much, because she went travelling or some shit. I think the boys have met her once or twice, I've never seen her. I don't even know her name." Wanda releases a harsh breath. "What do you think baby?" 

"I'm happy to meet him today. I've got some spare jeans and shirts here, so we don't have to go anywhere else. We can go to the museum any other day. What time are they meeting?" 

"What's it's like 2.30 now, so we have to be ready to go for 5 as the table is booked for 6. I want to make sure we get ahead the traffic and that." I turn to plant a kiss on Wanda's forehead.

"Sounds like a plan to me, princess. I think we need a nice long shower before anything else, we stink." Wanda laughs into my neck as she moves closer to me, her face now stuffed into the crook of my neck and her hands move to hold mine; playing with my fingers.

"Shower together?" She asks in a cute baby voice. 

"Of course, but nothing other than washing. My body is spent." 

"Mine too, I feel like I've run a fucking marathon. Not that I'm complaining." 

"Kind of sounds like you're complaining." I joke, nudging my shoulder against her. "It's fine we will just go nice and easy next time. No handcuffs or blindfolds."

"No baby." I smile at the small whine that leaves her lips. "I like it rough."

"And kinky." She lightly hits me but we both giggle together.

"Yes and kinky, but I guess it's maybe because I've never really done anything like it before. I don't know." She shrugs her shoulders. "I guess I'm just up for trying different things."

"There is nothing wrong with trying different things Wanda, I was only joking I promise. Is it weird if I ask, if Vision wanted to try different things with you?" 

"I don't know, it feels a little odd but the answer is no. We never did anything apart from missionary, actually I think maybe we had me on top once but nothing else."

"Well I will be your sex toy, if you need me to be." Wanda laughs at me, and when I go down to kiss her she playfully pushes my face away making me gasp.

"Nope, we need a shower." I roll my eyes getting out of bed and heading towards the bathroom, and smile when I hear Wanda's footsteps following behind me. 

I turn the water on, allowing it to heat up as I start getting undressed, as Wanda edges her way into the bathroom already pulling her shirt off. She stands on her tiptoes giving me a small kiss before getting into the shower, a small sigh leaving her lips as the hot water hits her body. It doesn't take me too long to join her spinning her around to face me, her fuzzy smile on her face as she looks up at me. I wash her hair for her, as she enjoys the hot water relaxing her muscles, and when it comes to body wash I make sure to massage it in. Her body slumps against mine when I start massaging her legs, a satisfied moan leaving her mouth which makes me smirk. I take my time massaging her body, making sure it helps her relax as much as possible and that she would be less sore than what she could have been. 

When I nudge her back under the water, I watch as she allows the water to wash the soap off her body. She has one hand against the wall, her back facing me, and her head is bowed down tiredly. I grab the shampoo again ready to wash my hair, but Wanda turns around snatching it from my hand and squeezes some into her palm. She stands on her tiptoes, her arms stretching up to reach my head, so instead of seeing her struggle I turn around so my back is facing her and tilt my head backwards. Her hands scratch at my scalp as she starts to weave her hands through my hair, she moves it to the side slightly and she pepper's my right shoulder with kisses. 

"I love you baby." Her voice cracks slightly as she whispers into the shower. 

"I love you too cuddle bug." She kisses my shoulder once more, her hands drop to my waist as she pulls me under the hot water allowing me to wash out the shampoo. Wanda passes me the bottle of conditioner, while holding onto the body wash. I raise my eyebrows in question as I shake the bottle in my hand side to side.

"We don't have much time. You do your hair while I wash your body." I let out a small 'oh' as I empty some conditioner into my hand and start weaving it through my hair.

Wanda squeezes out some body wash and starts to lather it across my shoulders and down to my chest. She allows her hands to brush over my breasts gently squeezing them as she giggles at my raised eyebrow as I give her a 'stop it' look. She raises her hands up in surrender before bringing them to my shoulders, turning me around and starts moving her hands up and down my back, taking her time over my spine as her hands dance up and down my scars. She moves her hands down to my legs, massaging mine like I did hers and my heart skips a beat at how careful and caring she is being. Wanda lightly taps my butt to let me know she is done, as she steps out of the way so I can stand right under the water. 

"I like that your ensuite has a walk in shower." She leans against the tiled wall of the shower has her eyes watching me.

"But all your rooms at the penthouse have an ensuite and they all have walk-in showers." I roll my eyes, I mean she isn't wrong.

"Well your water pressure is definitely better. Might need that key to get in and shower whenever I want." I see Wanda's eyes light up as she softly bites her lip.

"Guess we are getting you that key then." 

"Mmm, I guess we are." I lean over giving her a sweet kiss. "Now let's get out of the shower so we can get changed and go meet your ex-husband."

"And his wife, and step-daughter."

"His wife that was his side piece. What's that like for you." I turn the shower off, opening up the door so I can step out and grab me and Wanda some towels. 

She follows closely behind, grabbing the towel from my hand to wrap around her body and then moves to wrap my towel around me. Once we both have towels on our body we move back into her room, I make my way to my bag while Wanda starts searching her draws. She turns to look at me as I place my clothes on the bed, as I start drying myself.

"You asked what it's like?" I hum out a yes. "I mean, I am more angry at him than her because she didn't really know I existed. And when she found out he had a wife and 2 kids, well lets just say I got a message from her. Of course I had some distain for her, well she was fucking my husband so it's allowed, but when she told me Vision wanted to continue what they had I definitely had a breakdown that night." She pauses for a moment to think about what to say next.

In the moment of silence, I drop my towel to the floor and pull my black blouse over my head. I then wrap the towel around my hair, as Wanda does the same. She may be in the room but I can see her mind is far away, so I continue to let her think over what she has just said. As I am putting my underwear and pants on she turns to me, with a half smile.

"I told her he wasn't mine anymore and that she didn't have to ask permission to be with him. I told her to be careful though, I didn't want the same thing to happen to her with what happened to me. The first time she met the boys she had phoned me and asked what their favourite food, drinks and movie were. So I told her. She does more than Vision to be fair, me and her co-parent the boys really. Vision is just in the picture as he is the dad, the ex-husband and the current husband " she smiles as she looks at me. "So we like the wife, ex side piece. Her name is Karen, but she isn't really a 'karen'. I did hear her daughter was a bit of a trouble maker but she has never really been around the boys. It didn't worry me too much." 

"Okay so I can't chew out the woman?" Wanda laughs as she shakes her head.

"No, no you can't. But Vision you can if you want. Actually don't do that till after we take the boys to Canada, otherwise he might not be too happy that we are going to be taking them." 

"So fake my kindness towards him, and then have a go at him." Wanda frowns slightly at my words. "I'm joking Wanda, I don't want to do anything that causes any issues. I need him to preferably like me so I can continue hanging out with the boys, we'll at least so he is happy that the boys can be left with me if needed." 

"You don't need to try anything, just be you. Okay one thing you need to try. Just try and hold back on the sarcasm he doesn't quite understand when someone is and isn't being sarcastic."

"Got you, so no innuendos?" I wiggle my eyebrows playfully as Wanda laughs out and I feel a smile grow on my face as I watch her shake her head and hand at me.

"No, definitely not. God no, the boys will be there. So will Karen and her daughter. I think she is your age but no, no innuendos Y/n. Just small talk and getting to know one another."

"So a double date but the children decided to tag along." Wanda throws her towel in my face, both of us laughing. As I struggle to get it on my face I hear her walk up up me. Her hands touch mine as she helps me pull the towel off my face, which I now realise was also stuck on the towel around my hair. 

"Hi." I smile down at her as her soft voice meets my ears. 

"Hi." She leans up to kiss my lips.

"We don't have long so let's do our hair and make-up and then we need to leave."

"Yes ma'am." She gives me a pointed look.

"I love you cuddle bug."

"I love you too baby. Let's get this show on the road." Wanda turns around, making her way out of the room, to grab the hairdryer from the main bathroom and I poke my head out her bedroom door to shout down at her.

"Me! Am I the show? Are you showing me off?!" 

"Shut it Y/n otherwise you're going with wet messy hair and that will be their first impression of you." I gasp as she starts walking back to her room.

"You wouldn't dare?" I squint my eyes at her and she raises her eyebrows at me.

"No I wouldn't baby. But if you don't get your ass in gear it's happening whether you like it or not." I roll my eyes but make my way back into my room. "Now sit down so I can dry your hair." 

"Yes ma'am."

~~~~~

Me and Wanda are walking towards the restaurant that Vision has booked for tonight, both of us wrapped in our hats and scarfs as it is getting colder as the days go on. There's a small queue outside of the restaurant, which I'm sort of glad about because it will allow me a second to calm my nerves. I feel Wanda squeeze my hand tugging my arm slightly to pull my attention away from all the strangers that are walking by. 

"You okay baby?" 

"Yeah, just a little nervous. I'm meeting your son's dad, I need to make a good impression and there are so many things he could bring up and I...I just don't want to cause any issues, I don't want to give him a reason not to like me. What if he doesn't like the fact I'm only 22, what about if he doesn't want someone like me around your boys." My rambling is broken when I feel Wanda's cold hands on my face, her gloves under her armpit so I can feel her skin.

"Breathe for me baby." I nod as I let out a shaky breath." That's it. Now listen to me, if he says anything against you or who you are, who we are to one another you are allowed to defend yourself. If you feel like you can't then I will because he has no right to say anything about you when you have done nothing but make me and the boys extremely happy. But he has no right to try and make a dig at you after what he did to me and those boys. You understand." 

"I understand. I just want him to get along with me." 

"I know you do, baby. Now give me a kiss, my lips are cold." I smile as I lean down to connect our lips in a short sweet kiss. 

It only lasts a few seconds and when we pull away our hot breath is visible in the cold air, as they mix together in front of us. My eyes flick to the people in front of us in the queue who are now being shown to their seats. Okay breathe Y/n, relax. It's going to be okay. A waiter comes out with a winning smile and 2 menus in his hand, we give him Vision's name and he starts to show us inside. He leads us around the maze of tables and I smile when my eyes meet with the boys who are facing me, two spare seats next to them. I look at the three people who are facing the boys, and it's pretty easy to guess who they are. 

Vision turns around first when he sees the boys wave us over, a tight lipped smile on his face as he starts to stand ready to greet us. The brunette next to him turns around and I assume she is Karen, her more friendly smile on her face as she looks between me and Wanda. I think I see a hint of pride in her eyes as she looks between the two of us, and she joins Vision in getting ready to stand up. The other young woman next to Karen looks really familiar even though I'm still staring at the back of her black dyed hair. 

I see the boys point to us and the other woman turns around and my body freezes on the spot, the color draining from my face. It can't be. My hand tightens in Wanda's and it's enough to draw her attention away from the table just a few feet ahead of us. She turns to look at me, confusion written all over her face but it soon turns to worry as she sees how pale I've become. My eyes don't leave the young woman, who is just smirking at me, so I flinch when Wanda places her hand on my face. She immediately retracts her hand when she sees me flinch. My eyes slowly move away from looking at the younger woman to Wanda, her eyes never having left my face and I feel my eyes start to fill with tears. I try to speak but the words get trapped in my throat. I look back to the young woman at the table who just continues to smirk at me, everyone else's eyes now darting between me and her.

"Baby what's wrong?" Wanda squeezes my hand instead of moving her hands anywhere and I go back to look at her.

"I...I…I can't…."

"You can't, what baby?" I see Wanda's eyes searching my face for a clue and when my eyes dart back to the other woman's, her eyes follow mine and mine drop to look at the floor.. "Baby what is it?"

"I can't be here. She….she...she can't be here." Before Wanda can say anything the other woman stands from her chair taking a step forward and I immediately take two steps back. 

"Wanda what's going on?" Vision's voice is deep and I turn to face him, then Wanda and I see from the corner of my eye the woman who takes another step. I take two steps back. She stops and just smiles. 

"It's good to see you again Y/n." Her voice sends a shiver down my spine, not the good kind, it makes me want to curl up in a ball and cry. I haven't heard that voice in months, I was never meant to hear that voice again. 

"You know each other?" Karen's voice is different to her daughters and it calms me down a bit as she has nothing but a softness to her voice.

"We do yeah." Her voice is full of malice, and I flinch slightly at the tone and I catch the worried look from Wanda. She takes another step forward and I take two back.

"Don't." My voice is emotionless and dark. 

"Oh come on Y/n, for old times sake I just want a hug." She goes to take a step forward and I hold out my hand pointing at her, my hand shaking: still not able to look at her.

"Don't." I'm on the edge of crying. I can feel it, but she can't see me cry so I take in a sharp breath, closing my eyes and shaking my head to stop the tears from falling. 

"What? I'm not allowed to hug an old friend?" She acts coy pretending like she doesn't know a thing. 

"Y/n who is she to you?" Wanda's voice is small, trying to get me to look at her. But I can't look up because if I look up I will see her.

"Oh Y/n that hurts to know she doesn't know who I am." She turns to Wanda with a wide fake smile on her lips. 

"You can't be here." I clear my throat and her head whips to me, her smile fading to a frown. 

"Well I got here first so you're going to be the one who leaves." 

"What is going on?" Karen's voice is demanding and we all fall silent, I still can't look up. 

"Well mom, I think that Y/n should be the one to tell everyone who exactly I am to her." She takes a step back towards her mom but I don't move. "Y/n I said you should be the one to tell everyone." 

I flinch at her words, but finally look up avoiding her gaze. I look at Wanda, who has nothing but worry and confusion written all over her face. Then I look at the boys, who are trying their best to not get involved, both of them just staying quiet looking at their phones. Then I look at Vision who has a stern look on his face, like he is trying to tell me to sort it out already. I then look to Karen whose eyes are flicking from to the woman next to her. I try to look at her but I can't and my head drops as I look back at the floor.

"I can't do this." 

"Oh come on Y/n, I thought I taught you better than to be a coward." Her voice is harsh, and I flinch again.

"Oi, don't talk to her like that, who the hell do you think you are?" Wanda's hand squeezes mine as she raises her voice at the other woman. 

"Fine. Hi Wanda, lovely to meet you." She holds out her hand for Wanda to take, but she doesn't and it makes me smile a little to myself.

"I asked who you were." The young woman huffs but drops her hands, but remains quiet. " You know my name so I should at least know yours, especially since you're their stepsister." Wanda tries again and the woman I haven't looked at once grumbles out a fine.

"Stephanie, or steph for short."

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[reggieswriter]

There was a lot more you could have noticed.

"You need to clean your room. It's a mess."

Yes, my room is a mess. I can't seem to keep it clean. The dishes stack up from the plates of food you bring to me. The good originally warm and homemade now sits inside my stomach quietly. I choked down the food because I was hungry. The dishes are no longer warm though and the residue from the food stains the dish sitting at the end of my bed or on my bedside table. Flys now collects eager to eat away at me what's left on the plate. Something swirls in my stomach at the site and this time it's not the food. It's the pit growing larger and larger in my stomach everyday I spot a dish somewhere around my room. It's only when the food residue is gone from the plate that they begin to swirl around me. They eat away at my self worth and lay eggs of self doubt in me. Yes, my room is a mess. It's because I'm a mess. My mind is a mess. There is no coming back from this, is there?

"You haven't showered in a week. Go shower."

I have not showered. I should be able to. It is a basic hygiene skill that most people possess. I should be able to get out of my bed and grab what I need to shower. To let the water droplets spill down my back in a painful and burning manner. To feel my skin begin to turn red and irritated. I should be able to do all of these things, but I can't. It must be because I'm lazy. My mind will let me wake up everyday even though I don't want to. My mind will let me scroll for hours on end or even listen to music for hours upon hours yet when I think of getting out of bed and into the shower something fills me with dread and guilt. If I leave people will see me. People always expect something. But maybe just maybe they don't want anything except to comment on how disgusting I am for now showering. It is my fault. I know that much. It is my mind's fault. If only I could move out of the bed.

"Your grades are dropping. We're getting you a tutor."

My grades are dropping. I'm not surprised. I thought because I'm at a new school with new people and new subjects that I just wasn't fit for the school. I could go to a different one because I'm struggling. It's clear. I ask you to take away my thumbtacks hidden in my room in plain sight. You freak out on the drive to said school because of my comment. I vividly remember you immediately shaming me almost.

"Okay so we need to get you to a therapist."

"You need help."

"You're talking about harming yourself."

Dread fills me. Why is it you always get other people to help? I expressed a concern and instead of comforting me and waiting before getting serious or even showing you cared you decided to send me to someone else. I should be used to it. It's why I haven't left this school. I'm supposed to finish the year out. If I fail the grade that's my fault. I didn't try hard enough. It's my consequence. A consequence is the direct result or effect of my actions. I should've tried harder. I could've done better. My mind held me back. I should've pushed more. I should've taken the help you offered even if I swore I had it under control. My fear of disappointing you and not living up to the high pedestal you've set for me held me back. I held me back. I'm just not good enough. Not for you or him or anyone. It's not the school that's the issue. I am. Aren't we lucky I hid the thumbtacks from myself?

"You've been writing more."

I have been writing more. I spill my guts out onto pages upon pages in my little red notebook. You've read almost every piece I've written after I begged and begged for you to just read it. It's clear you skimmed it though. You didn't take the time to read between the lines to see the calls for help. Instead you nodded and said it was great. I didn't expect you to shower me in praise, but maybe being seen would've been nice. I let you read almost every single one of my pieces. Except one. The letter. The letter where I spill my guts to you and beg for your forgiveness because I couldn't take it anymore. I let the tears drip onto the page and bleed into the pen ink. I rip up the letter and throw it away because it's never good enough. How do I put into words how sorry I am. How I know I'm not good enough and explain why I did it. How do I reassure you it's not your fault when it partially is. How do I do all of these things in a short letter. But hey? Maybe once you read the final draft that's printed nicely and sealed with my blood you'll finally read between the lines and see me like I wanted.

"You're just like your mother."

"You're just like your father."

Am I? I came from both of them and yet I can't help but feel so different. I want to be different. I make decisions based on what you wouldn't do. I pick the decision I know you'd hate in hopes of finally standing out. In hope of finally being my own person. I am who I am. I look like myself. I am my own human being with my own DNA. I even have my own ID. Everyone continues to point out the similarities between us though. No matter how many times I try to run from it. It always catches back up to me and I'm left on the floor wondering why you don't like me. If I am so much like you why don't you like me? That is when I realize it's because you don't like yourself. You constantly make yourself a victim. You constantly fight. You do not like who you are. You may say you love me because I'm your child, but at the end of the day you don't like me. You don't like the person I am. I'm not an adult to you. I'm an ignorant child who is best seen and not heard. Unfortunately, everyone is correct. I am like you. I am a replica forged by mother nature to be who you could've been. I will not sit quietly as you yell and complain. I will not let you tell me that just because I'm your child I get no respect. I may be your child, but that does not mean you get to hiss and whisper to yourself about how much you dislike me. I already do not like myself I do not need you to affirm it for me. So yes, I am my parents. I am what my parents could've been. It is why they don't like me, and I am just fine with my fate.

"You wear the same thing everyday."

I do. I'm an outfit repeater. I wish it was because I enjoyed wearing the same outfit everyday. I wish it was because I think the outfit is cute. I wish it was for any other reason than the truth. I am a fraud. I lie and pretend that my outfits are adorable and that I am not the nasty bug you squish underneath your boot. I wear the same outfit everyday because I cannot seem to clean my room. In turn my dirty clothes lay on the floor piling up until the pile stops and I sit there on my bed staring at it. It's gut wrenching to look at. It's not pretty nor is it funny. It's not like how some people say their room is dirty. No. It's disgusting. Just like me. I am filthy. I know this. My mind reminds me everyday. My hands even shake as I write this piece because I know I am placing a piece of myself in it as I stare at the dirty clothes on my floor. I tell myself it's alright and then I go to text my friends. Not the friends I see everyday. No, not those ones. They look like my friends and seem like it, but I can't help but feel a resentment towards them. They pass easily and if they fail they have actual reasons. They do their homework every night and I sit and stare at mine as the tears fill my eyes and dribble onto the paper. They are perfect in their own ways, but they do not feel like my friends. No. I text my real friends. The people who do not judge me when I explain the mess. The people I cry about thinking about the struggles that they endure everyday. The people who are okay and welcome the messy and imperfect side of me with open arms and explain their own scars. Those are my friends. The only issue is I can't even see them.

"I feel like I never see you."

How are you supposed to see me if I don't even see myself? I look into the mirror and stare at the reflection of a girl I barely know. Her eyes begin to burn and I almost feel guilty for the girl before I look down and see why she's crying. We cry together. The anguish fills her bones and I sob for the little girl she used to be. She loved her body. She barely cared for boys and if she did it was for a day at most. She cared heavily for her friends and never questioned if they looked different from the rest. She was just happy to have friends. Now that little girl sits next to me rubbing my back as I sob for the mirror to turn away and cower. I look into the mirror again and she just sighs before walking away. I have lost that little girl along the road. She no longer resides next to me ready to explore a new day. She has left for someone who deserves her and she will not be coming back anytime soon. I want to apologize and give her what she deserves. The new adventures everyday. The laughing until she can't breathe for days. The days where breathing is easier. The days where she could look into the mirror without falling to her knees and sobbing. I'm sorry, little girl. If I could I would.

TBC

[mary-luce]

TL Fun - Date Night

Rhage: I am looking for that someone that can take care of me.

Mary: *Looks around ...* Oh? Is that so? Has that /someone/ come forward yet?

Rhage: *Looks you up and down with a sly smile.* Oh, My Mary yes, you have.

Mary: *Points to myself.* Me??? Ohhhh, I thought you were looking for /someone/ ELSE.

Rhage: You are my other someone. *Wraps my arm around you.*

Mary: *Smiles* Oh I see. I thought maybe I wasn't enough for you and you were looking for someone "new".

Rhage: Oh, no sweetheart. You are my everything. *Leans over and takes a long whiff of your gorgeous hair.” I’ve missed you.

Mary: I've missed you too. You have been on rotation too long. *I move in closer and rest my head against your chest.*

Rhage: *Wraps my arms around you and holds your head against my chest. Kisses you on top of your head.* I’m ready for some well-deserved time off. And some time to take care of My Mary so I can treat you right.

Mary: Oh? What do you have in mind, my Beast?

Rhage: Some dinner. Maybe a movie and mint choc chip ice cream. To top it off a little Die Hard

Mary: *Giggles* Dinner, of course. That's a given. Mint chocolate chip ice cream is also a given and of course, Die Hard. Sure, honey. Whatever you want.

Rhage: What would you like to do? *Looking down at my beautiful Mary.*

Mary: Let's do your idea. I don't mind. I just want to be with you and hang out.

Rhage” *Pulls you close and holds you.* You are the best shellen around. A great female of worth. I love you.

Mary: *Blushes* Love you too. Let's get something to eat. I'm actually quite hungry.

Rhage: Ok, I made the plans. *Grins* You choose the place.

Mary: *Ponders for a moment.* Perhaps we can get #Fritz to make some burgers and fries for us and then, in addition for you, ... steak, tacos, spaghetti and meatballs. He can bring it to our room ... I'm not feeling being out in the world right now.

Rhage: *Nuzzles your neck.* It’s like you can read my mind shellen. *Kisses your neck.* Maybe after I have a Mary appetizer then work on some other food. Then ice cream and a movie. While I hold you more.

Mary: *My body starts to warm under your touch and I shiver slightly forgetting the food all together.* Mary appetizer, huh? Mmmmm ... yes please ...

Rhage: *Plop on the couch in the den of the mase and bring you down with me.* Unless you want to start here. *I take your face in my hands and rub your nose with mine.* What do you think?

Mary: *My mind goes blank for a moment as I feel my hellren's body underneath me, feeling his nose against mine.* Hmmmm ... uh ...

Rhage: *Kisses you tenderly.* What do you think Mary? *Kisses your neck breathing you in.* Breathe My Mary.

Mary: *The sensitivity in my neck strikes nerves that are connected all the way down my body to my lower regions as I feel myself getting wetter.* Huh? *My mind finally hears his command and I take a deep breath of air.*

Rhage: Do you want to start here or go to our room and wait for #Fritz to bring dinner? After I have my Mary appetizer. *I grin and I feel the warmth of the beast start to stir as I start to smell the wet aroma of my shellen. My eyes start glow.* We have missed you Mary.

Mary: *I can barely breathe much less think and decipher the words my hellren is saying. I try to clear my head but my body just continues to rub up and down his hard abs gaining friction where I need it most.* Hmmm ... mmm ... *Then a glow makes my eyes open.* Oh ... hello ...

Rhage: We need you to decide Mary. *I shake my head, letting myself get carried way.* I got a little carried away, I’ll make the choice for us then I will carry you to our room, I call #Fritz dinner please upstairs in one hour. *I kiss your forehead and scoop you up.*

Mary: Uh ... huh ... *I say breathlessly as his body heat warms me from the inside out as I continuously grind against him searching for relief. It's been so long ...*

Rhage: Breathe my Mary. *I take the stairs two at a time and straight to our suite. I lay you on the bed and take my daggers off as they make a thump on the floor and unload my guns and pull my shirt off. Layover you and start on my Mary appetizer.* Don’t forget to breathe.

Mary: *My mind clears as my body registers cold air and my back against the mattress in our room. I look up and see my beautiful male above me. I reach for his t-shirt to take off and remember to breath.* Uh huh ... ok. Take this off baby ...

Rhage: *As you help me take off my shirt I lean over and kiss on your neck I unbutton your shirt and open it up and unclasp your bra, and start to work my way around. I slide up your skirt. Then I work on unfastening my leathers and drop them down to the floor. Climb back on.* You good?

Mary: *My nipples go hard at the cold air of the room as I feel my skirt bunch up on my stomach. I watch with heavy eyes and nod as his leathers hit the floor w/ a fascinating thud and as always my Rhage has gone commando, his phearsom cock springs up and still amazes me every time.*

Rhage: *Looking over my beautiful Mary, my eyes glowing again.* Our Mary, are you ok? *I take my hands and spread your shirt wide open looking at the beautiful body that lays in front of me.* Mary, we ache for you we both have missed you so much. *I lean back over and start at her ear.*

Mary: *The room glows from his eyes and I know I'm with his beastly dragon. We are well acquainted ... this is going to be so good. I feel his warm tongue lick my ear and down my neck ... all the nerves are electrified going straight down making me more and more wet.* Mmmmm ... yes.

Rhage: *I lay over top and working my way down, I lick down to her navel and make my way between her legs, taking her all in as I taste her I feel a jolt of energy and move back up I slide in and completely fill her my first thought … HOME.* Oh Mary, our Mary.

Mary: *My back arches from the bed as he reaches my apex and with a brief taste and then quickly he easily slides through my wetness and my body tightens around his member.* Oh, sooo good. Please ... *I beg for him to move. I'm already so close.*

Rhage: *Kissing your neck as I move in and out feeling your body tight around me bringing me to the brink.* There you go my beautiful Mary come for us. *I can feel her start to shake.* Take what you need. *I feel her hands on my back and my dragon stirs as he feels her too.*

Mary: *My body starts to spin and shudder as he moves and fills me to the brim. He is so big that I feel every ridge of his cock rub the inside of me and brings me closer to cumming. My nails dig into his skin and I can feel his dragon on his back moving as well.* So close ... *I pant.*

Rhage: *I work on the spot right behind her ear as I move in and out my breathing harder feeling her nails dig in, my eyes so bright I am pushed over the edge. I couldn’t believe I came hard. I look down and Mary and make sure she’s ok.* Oh my Mary are you ok? *I feel my dragon calm down.*

Mary: *When Rhage nibbles behind my sensitive ear, I cum violently as he fills me with his essence. As I come down from my high I hear his concern.* Mmmm hmmm ... *I start to tilt my pelvis up and down as I rub our fluids together between us where we are connected.*

Rhage: *I kiss her on the top of her nose.* I say you must have enjoyed that. *I feel her move and surprisily I’m still hard.* I will love you till I go to the fade. *I take her in my arms and hold her till I hear a knock on the door.* He does have perfect timing.

Mary: *Moans and I complain.* Tell him to come back in a bit ... *I lean up and bite his neck where I've seen the other couples kiss their mates hoping for more from my male. I lick up his neck and bite him again.*

Rhage: *I chuckle.* No ma’am I need to feed my female. *I stand pull my leathers on and smack her on the ass. I open the door looking at the best butler ever.* Ah, thanks man, you’re the best. *I take the cart with the buffet on it of just about anything anyone can want.* Dinner honey.

Mary: *I quickly cover my body with the duvet as Rhage opens the door to bring in the food. I could smell the food and my tummy does start to rumble.* Yay.

[drabsyo]

Hey drabs,

Firstly, I'm so sorry for my whack English for it's my second language. And I know this is an ask box, but this is the only way I know to send you message anonymously in case this message sounded cringier than what's in my head. lol.

I wanted to say that I hope everything is going well for you because I know that looking for a job these days feels like looking for diamond in a gold mine, which basically almost impossible and I myself is also looking for a job.

And also, I wanted to share a few things in case you get ghosted by the company after weeks of the interview.

1. Have you ever tried Glints or LinkedIn? I don't know what your line of work but perhaps you want to try to apply through those two apps maybe?

2. If the point above still doesn't work, perhaps you should try internship first. I got my first job right after graduating high school because my mentor saw my works are good enough and he recommend me to his boss. But then again, these kinda things are also based on luck, and not to mention that most companies don't pay their intern, so hopefully we don't have to use this tips.

I also wanted to share somethings that helped me to stay sane and during times like that.

1. Don't forget to eat and stay hydrated. As long as you stay hydrated and not hungry, you'll be more focused on the questions the interviewer asked.

2. Don't stay up late. Same goes like the point above, you'll be more focus and have more energy if you sleep enough. And If you're a night owl like me, well... don't forget to drink coffee after you woke up. lol.

3. After all the interviews done for the day, don't forget to reward yourself. Regardless of what happened or whether or not you're accepted, don't forget to reward yourself. It doesn't have to be something grand, something small can do. For me, I usually eat my comfort food that is those korean instant ramen or have a little gaming session.

I know these stuff are basically generic, but I just wanted you to know that no matter what, you are awesome. Sending you all my support and hugs, good luck Drabs ❤

Hey anon! Oh my goshhh first of all, thank you so much for this. It's been a rough few months, exhausting really. I received your message right after I finished my interview, and I know it sounds lame, but it almost made me cry! To know that you care enough about me to leave me this message is so heart warming. So. Thank you. ❤

Your English is wonderful, please don't ever apologize for that and this message is not cringe at all, FAR from it. I'm saving this ask!

I haven't tried Glints or LinkedIn yet. It's also the first time I've heard of Glints, so I might give it a shot. Thank you for the tip! I'll go check it out. My usual method has been applying for jobs on JobStreet.

Glad to hear your mentor was really impressed by your works!!! ❤ I did have an internship before, but the company where I had my internship in ran out of budget for our department so they weren't hiring. Plus, my supervisor from there also resigned. And I was also the unpaid intern!

I keep forgetting to stay hydrated. Yesterday, the interviewer made us wait for an hour and twenty minutes before the interview started and no one would tell us what was happening. I was so thirsty, it was embarrassing. Not to mention I had a fever, yikes. Hope you're staying hydrated on your job hunt too ❤

Ughhgghh I am a night owl too and I absolutely hate it, anon. I love it, but I also hate it? You know what I mean. I am looking into night shift options though. My friends who work the graveyard shift tell me it's disorienting. Maybe we should consider it, what with us being night owls and all? Hm.

Yes!! A quick gaming session does wonders for my anxiety after an interview. That, or I play some music really loud to tune out my thoughts for the day. Or I just lay in bed. Pet my cat. Read fanfiction. Go on tumblr. And now, I have this ask to go back to too ❤ It's the small wins, for sure. I'm happy to hear you give yourself these small rewards too ❤

Anon, this means a lot to me. Grinned like an idiot reading your tips. And please, take your own advice too. Stay hydrated, do things that make you happy, try to get 8 hours of sleep, and take care of yourself. I sincerely hope you're doing great, staying healthy, and are loved. World's tough. Really tough. You've got me in your corner, anon! Sending you hugs!!!! And all my love ❤❤❤

[tavyliasin]

Short Fic - The Shrew Who Tamed The Incubus

This was a drabble request that ran a little long, and I'm glad it did. It was a nice little soft moment, not particularly my usual flavour but you know sometimes even the little Haarlep in my head needs to lay their head somewhere soft and take a rest from being a relentless muse~ Full piece below the cut! Not really spicy at all, but there's still sexual references, so I wouldn't call it SFW either. So have some sweet soft moments for a nice rest, loves, and I shall be back upon the morrow~

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Haarlep looked towards the shimmering doorway of the boudoir, an unexpected guest stood just beyond the barrier, nervously shifting his feet as his hands fussed at his outfit. Simple, plain, but comfortable, and his hair was neatly combed. The incubus could’ve been mistaken for thinking this young man was waiting for a first date, anxious about getting their parents’ approval to take them out. The sight amused them, so they waved away the barrier. “Come, there is little point in standing at my doorway, Little Shrew.” They beckoned towards the bed where they lay, wings spread and tail swishing lazily against the sheets. “Now, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?” The man followed the command, stepping inside and walking across the room with soft footsteps. “Well, you see…the thing is…” “Is there any need to be so shy? I know why you are here, you wish to lay with me, and it would be my *pleasure* to feast~” They smirked, licking their lips at the prospect. “Actually, no.” He found his voice a bit more now, even beneath the powerful gaze of the incubus. “Or rather, yes, I do want to lay with you, just not like that.” “What other way is there? You are a meal walking up to the plate, and now you say I am not to even have a taste?” Haarlep’s brow furrowed, a darker edge creeping in to their voice. “You’re not hungry though, are you?” Shrew stated more than asked, staring them down, not even waiting for an answer. “You’ve fed, yet there you are waiting to give more of yourself again. When was the last time you felt touch that wasn’t all about lust?” “What’s the point in that?” The incubus seemed to only be able to answer with more and more questions, their look changing to one that was more perplexed than angry now. “You need more than just food, you deserve more than that. You could feed on anyone, drain them to a husk with only a thought for your own pleasure, but you don’t. You care - in your own way, I wouldn’t insult you by suggesting anything more - and…well, I care. About you. In my way.” He stepped a little closer, reaching out to the incubus, laying a soft hand on their face, stroking his thumb along their cheekbone. “Let me, just for a while. If you really want me to leave, I will.” Haarlep seemed completely lost for words for once. Not only had this timid creature approached them without desire behind his steps, he had asked for something nobody else ever had. Clients would request their kinks, to hear Raphael’s voice in their ear, or to feel the softer curves of the Archduchess, but never had one asked to simply be close without sex. It made no sense…but then perhaps the idea had some appeal after all, if nothing else the curiosity was beginning to eat at the back of their mind. “Fine,” they relented, shuffling back a little and gesturing to the space, “you may proceed.” Shrew quickly removed his boots, leaving them neatly stood by the bedside, folding some of his clothing next to them, only keeping a little clothing on his lower body. This wasn’t the time to be fully undressed, but he still wanted to feel the warmth of the incubus’ skin against him. He climbed up on to the high bed, kneeling at first to shuffle closer to the fiend. “I know this body isn’t really yours , but all the parts that are more you than him …they’re beautiful.” Shrew smiled and kissed the demon on his cheek as they seemed ever more lost for words. 

The incubus was caught between the need to be in control and the confusion at how this mere mortal had seen right through them. They were not Raphael, much as they looked like his younger form, there were just a couple of areas they changed. Not in ways that they thought anyone would notice, so to feel this…to have those parts praised softly… It made no sense. They lay still, allowing Shrew to continue. He snuggled in against Haarlep’s chest, carefully lifting their arm and draping it over his back like a blanket, wrapping his own arm around the fiend’s waist after. “You’re so…warm.” “Of course I am, Little Shrew, have you forgotten where you are? Who you are with?” “No,” he replied quietly, tracing soft lines along the slight ridges that ran from Haarlep’s back and along the edge of their hip. “I’m exactly where I want to be, with who I want to be. So…rest. Let me be your comfort, or the prey caught in your claws if that makes you feel more comfortable. And if you wake in the morning feeling hungry…well, we shall see.” “You are a strange creature.” Haarlep sighed, resting their chin atop the man’s head now, bringing their large wing across them and curling their legs up closer to seek more contact. Perhaps this wasn’t such a bad idea after all. He was soft, delicate in a way, and the light feeling of his touch was pleasant in a way they hadn’t anticipated. A light warmth danced across their skin wherever his fingers roamed, until eventually his hand stilled and his breath grew slower, deeper. “Dream well, Little Shrew. Perhaps I shall join you there after all.” The incubus whispered almost silently against the top of his head, their eyes closing at last as they nuzzled in closer with an instinct they would never understand.

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[sometranssoup]

TW for mentions of vomiting. Please comment if you think I need to TW anything else.

There will be a second chapter up on ao3 at some point.

Pairing-Colm Doherty/Pádraic Súilleabháin (Implied)

Pádraic is sick with the flu,after getting a letter from Siobhán,Colm comes to help nurse him back to health.

Pádraic lay in bed,sick with the flu. He hadn't felt this sick since he was a young lad. Maybe it was because Siobhán wasn't here,nor his mammy. When he was young and sick his mammy would rest a damp rag on his forehead and feed him soup. After their mammy went and he'd come down with the sickness,Siobhán would do the same,she'd rest a damp rag on his forehead,sometimes she would let Jenny in the house,but,now Pádraic was alone. Siobhán was gone. Jenny was dead. Colm thought he was dull. Even Dominic thought he was no longer nice,just like the rest of them. There was a brief rap on the door before the sound of it creaking open.

“Pádraic?” the sound of Colm's voice,Pádraic made a very low whining noise. If he did not feel so sick to his stomach,he might've rolled over in his bed..okay,he was laying in Siobhán's bed,he felt so sick. “Pádraic? I'm coming into your room” Colm moved the curtains dividing the bedroom from the living room “Oh..you look terrible.”

“Go away. You don't want to see me and I don't want to see you.” Pádraic spoke raspily,his voice was hoarse from not speaking to anybody on top of being sick.

“Aye. Siobhán sent a letter back with a lad on the boat. Said you've been sick,she asked me to come look after you,so,here I am.” Pádraic remained quiet but watched as Colm emptied the sick from the bucket by his bed,as he went back into the kitchen and dampened a rag. When he returned he folded it and laid it on Pádraic's forehead.

“Siobhán sent you?” Colm nodded as he took a seat on the bed across from Pádraic “and you came?”

Colm stared at him for a few seconds,looking over his pale and sweaty face “I couldn't just let you sit..uh..lay here sick with the flu.”

“At least I have an excuse to be dull now.” Colm shifted in his spot,looking away,he couldn't bear looking at Pádraic's face,he was pale and sweating,bits of dried puke around his mouth,bags under his eyes. He couldn't help but feel bad for the fella,he'd intended to come in,make sure Pádraic wasn't dead in his bed,feed him and give him more water and then leave.

“I suppose that's true” Colm paused,getting up “Are you hungry?” Pádraic shook his head “Yeah you are,I'll make you something..maybe some soup” Colm went into the kitchen and began to make a soup with what little food Pádraic had in the cupboards.

“Colm?” Colm looked at the soup,figuring it'd be okay without him in the kitchen for a few minutes,he nodded,going into the bedroom.

“Yes,Pádraic?” Colm tried hard,he spoke softly,not wanting Pádraic to know how much he didn't want to be him.

“Are you going to leave after you make me food?” Colm thought over Pádraic's question,he considered answering yes,but,Pádraic looked so pathetic in Siobhán's bed,covers kicked to the foot of the bed,in his boxers and undershirt.

“I'll stay. I'll make you dinner,eat in here with you and then I'll help you wash up,stay here till you fall asleep. Now,I have to go dish up the soup,stay here,I'll bring you a dish” Colm got up and went into the kitchen,getting two bowls and pouring some soup into them. He took them into the bedroom and grabbed the pitcher of water off the bedside table,refilling Pádraic's cup.

“Thank you for cooking,Colm” Colm nods and helps Pádraic sit up in bed,propping him up with the pillows. He sits down on Siobhán's bed with Pádraic,reaching for the bowl and feeding him the soup. Pádraic hums softly “It's good..but you don't have to feed me.”

“I don't mind..too much” Colm waved his hand dismissively before feeding him some more. He helped Pádraic eat,occasionally giving him sips of water between bites. They sit in silence,after Colm helps Pádraic eat,he finishes his own soup then gets up,taking the dishes back to the kitchen. Colm goes back into the bedroom,helping Pádraic up completely before taking him to the bathroom. He picked Pádraic up with ease,setting him on the counter before filling the tub with lukewarm water. Once the tub was half filled,he turned his attention back towards Pádraic.

“Thank you..” Pádraic nodded slightly,going a pale shade of pink as Colm began undressing him,sliding his undershirt off before helping him to his feet and sliding down his boxers. They'd been friends since they were young but Colm couldn't help noticing his own face heating up as he stared at Pádraic's naked body. He shook his head then helped him to lay in the tub.

“That's it,there's a good lad” Colm reached for a wash rag,lathering some soap on it,scrubbing Pádraic's face first before moving his hand lower. “You don't look so good,Pádraic,have you been eating?” Colm frowned as Pádraic shook his head ever so slightly as he watched Colm wash his chest and stomach then arms. “That's not good,maybe I oughta stay over for breakfast tomorrow…it's not too late,I could finish bathing you and then hurry up to the store and get the stuff for biscuits and gravy” Pádraic nods.

“That sounds good..you could sleep on my bed.”

“Aye..not many other options” Colm moves his hands further down,washing Pádraic's legs and then his privates. Pádraic watched Colm's hands,staring at the spots where fingers used to be,he couldn't help but think about how difficult that would make it when th- No. He couldn't think about that,Colm would never want to be his friend if he knew that Pádraic was having impure thoughts about him.

“Thank you..” Pádraic mumbled as Colm wrapped him in a towel and helped him stand up. Pádraic tries to lift his leg up,but,he nearly falls over. Colm catches him and picks him up bridal style,carrying him back to his room,setting him down on the bed.

“Let me grab you some clothes” Colm finds some pajama bottoms and an undershirt. He stares at the undershirt,it looked much too big for Pádraic “Whose shirt is this?” Colm starts drying Pádraic off before getting him dressed.

“I don't know..” Pádraic lays back down in bed once he's dried off and dressed.

“Looks like mine” Colm huffs softly when Pádraic lays back down. He sits down,pulling Pádraic's head into his lap gently,drying off his hair. He sings softly to Pádraic as he does so. Smiling softly when Pádraic falls asleep. He shifts a bit,leaning back against the wall,realizing he couldn't get up. He tosses the towel onto the other bed and very slowly moves to take off his outer layers,first his vest,then his button up and lastly his slacks,tossing them over onto the other bed,making sure Pádraic was still asleep before running his hands through his short hair. After a while,once he's really sure Pádraic is deep asleep he sighs. “I'm sorry we stopped being friends..because of my own impure thoughts. I just can't keep being just friends with ya. I need to go to sleep without the thought of holding you close. I need to actually hold you close and trace your lips with mine..run my hands through your hair and tell you I'm sorry. You don't deserve the way I've acted. You deserve so much better,Pád..”

Okay,that's all,thank you for reading!! I love all of my readers!!

[day-and-night-diaries]

Dear Diary,

She's awake! She woke up around sundown. I was laying in bed, doodling in my sketchbook when she suddenly spoke up.

"Hi?"

"AH!" She surprised me. "Sorry, hi!" I stumbled out of bed and walked across the room to her bed, then immediately became uncomfortable. So I took the remaining soup/stew from the fire and poured it into a bowl.

"So, mind telling me where I am?" She seemed awfully calm. What if I had kidnapped her!

I handed her the bowl and she stared at is as if she had never seen food.

I sat down at her feet. "I found you passed out outside my house, so, uh, I decided to try and help. You were out all of yesterday and most of today." She nodded and looked at her soup/stew. "It's rabbit soup," I explained. "Oh! I forgot to give you a spoon, hold on." I ran to the kitchen and came back with a spoon.

"Right, I'll just... Eat this." She looked uncomfortable holding the spoon.

"I promise it's not poison. It smells too sweet for that."

"Hm?"

"Not poison. Poison usually smells bitter, this smells sweet! It's, uh, safe to eat. And drink. Uh, to consume." I was stumbling over my words.

"Oh right. Smells. Bitter poison, right." She stirred the soup/stew-that-i-decided-was-soup.

"You don't have to eat if you're not hungry." I held back commenting that she looked starved.

"No, it's not that. Just, uh, for how long was I out?" She looked up at me. Purple eyes. I did not know sapiens could have purple eyes, but you learn something new every day!

"Since yesterday around.... let's say a bit after noon, until now, sundown."

"Huh." She frowned and looked at the soup. "And you found me just unconscious outside your house?"

For a second I wasn't sure if I had explained it all earlier, her questions were so genuine. "Uh, yes. Where you headed somewhere?"

"Uh, yeah. I was traveling, I think? I got lost and I saw a house and I was going to ask for help and then I woke up here. I can't remember much."

I wanted to help her, but I felt super awkward. While she had spoken I looked down at my hands and saw that my tapes were covered in blood. Completely stained red! I had been to focused on the house and Brian and her the whole day that I hadn't noticed!

And then she comes and speaks about what sounds like heavy stuff! Haha. Not prepared for that!

"Do you remember your name?" I tried asking something light.

Her shoulders slacked. Oh no. "N- no. Sorry."

"It's okay! Uh. You can pick one! What's the last name you remember?"

She closed her eyes and clenched her fists. "I. I remember the name Knight? I guess I'll use that."

"What."

"Is there something wrong with that name? Knight?"

"No! No. Just. You don't know who Knight is?" She shook her head. "The god?" I tried. She shook her head. "The god of emotions?" She shook her head.

Sapiens sure are weird. I get not recognizing the name, it changes between languages, but not recognizing the god of the mind? It almost felt like a personal insult given me being a tépár.

I laughed awkwardly. "Then, sure! I'll call you Knight. I'm Danami, nice to meet you." I smiled. Then covered my mouth, from what little I knew about sapiens, they were not used to sharp teeth.

She chuckled.

I stood up and went to the foot of my bed and picked up Brian. "This little fella is Brian!"

"You named a chicken Brian?"

"Yup!" I put Brian back in his bed and sat down in my own bed. "Okay. So, you probably have places to be and you probably don't want to stay in a stranger's house, but I do recommend staying the night just to regain your strength, okay?"

She looked at her hand and smiled sheepishly, "That, haha, yeah that makes sense. You don't mind me sleeping in your house, then? I'll be gone first thing tomorrow."

"No!" I blushed out of embarrassment. "Sorry, no. Uh, I don't mind. You can even stay for breakfast! You do look starved." My face felt hot -had I really just said that out loud?! "Sorry!"

She smiled. "It's alright. I probably look like a mess."

I made the wise decision to stay quiet for a second, taking a few breaths to calm down. "It's alright, we'll get that fixed in the morning. you should probably sleep, it'll help get your memories sorted."

She looked like she was going to say something but decided against it and instead said, "I'm not really hungry."

I took the bowl from her hands and put it in the kitchen, saying that she was free to go get it at any point and rambling about how she wasn't forced to stay with me or that I wasn't keeping her against her will but it was probably better to rest and eat before leaving and then reminding myself to shut up.

When I got back from the kitchen she had made herself comfortable in the bed and was asleep.

I sat down in my bed and wrote in my diary. Which is now. Should I switch from did and was to is and do? Blossiom is weird. Anyways, I'm gonna draw a little and then I'll go to bed.

I hope tomorrow is gonna go alright!

[the-bi-space-ace]

1. Do you create fanfiction, fanart, both, or something else?

Fanfiction! And a lot of headcanons and analysis stuff. I just like to yap I have words to say.

2. What brings you the most joy being a fandom creator?

People. I like talking to other people about characters. I like telling stories. I like bringing things to life.

3. Why did you become a fandom creator?

I wanted to create stuff I craved to read. There’s tons of great fandom stuff everywhere but I had ideas that I really wanted to see come to life.

4. What was the first fandom you created for?

Honestly, I’ve been in fandoms since like 2012 so the first fic I ever wrote was for Teen Wolf back in the day. It never saw the light of day! But I wrote it! It had kind of a cool concept tho it’s just not at all like what I write currently but I am still proud of it

5. How many fandoms have you created for (so far)?

Three.

6. What is your current fandoms)?

I love the clones. So. Star Wars. But I love a lot of things. Like red dead redemption 2 and Stargate sg1 and Pathologic 2. I just don’t always talk about them here.

7. What is your creative weakness?

I overthink. I get really caught up on details that don’t matter to anyone else but me. I take on too many projects and get overwhelmed. I take things too personally. Oof 😅

8. What is your creative strength?

I put a lot of heart into what I do. I love it and nurture it and work really hard on it. Every fic I’ve ever written is given love and attention and planning. I have genuine fun the whole time.

9. What is your favorite trope to create for?

Hurt/Comfort. Hurt the character. Have another character give them comfort and love. Perfection. Also whump.

10. What trope do you enjoy from other creators but don't yourself?

Uhhhhhhh. Hmmmm. Well… there’s not much I won’t write. But I guess I rarely write shipping so maybe that. I don’t often write it but I cheer on everyone who does write a ton of shippy stuff ☺️

11. Do you listen to music while you create? If so, what's your go-to?

Yes I do. Depends on the mood! I try to match my playlists to the vibe of what I’m writing but more often than not I’m listening to Sabrina carpenter or writing sprint videos on YouTube.

12. What beverage fuels your creativity?

Coffee and lots of water. I love coffee. I love water. I must be hydrated.

13. What snack fuels your creativity?

Nothing messy. I don’t like food touching my hands (sensory stuff) so I eat things with little pinchy things I got online. So. Chips? Chocolate? I can’t be hungry while I write so snacking is great. Oh ooh CHEESE!!!! Cheese. I like cheese. I’m lactose intolerant.

14. What time of day do you feel most creative?

Night. I often get my dialogue ideas while laying in bed.

15. What time of day do you feel least creative?

Morning. I’m too sleepy.

16. What is your favorite medium to create with?

Ya know it’s not stuff I post but I draw too! Not great! But I do! So pencils!

17. Who has inspired your creativity?

Oh gosh look at everyone I follow. All my friends, everyone I yap with, and of course my partner.

18. What has inspired your creativity?

I take a lot of inspiration from my own life! My Modern AU specifically has a lot of elements of my own life. I try to take my experiences and emotions and describe them through characters.

19. Where do you enjoy being creative the most?

Home. Always home. Or if this is asking like, where do I like to post stuff it’s Ao3 and tumblr!

20. What advice do you have for someone becoming a fandom creator for the first time?

Make sure you’re having fun. If this isn’t fun for you or you’re finding yourself upset or frustrated just take a break. This is supposed to be fun. Also stop talking down to yourself. Stop claiming what you’re doing is bad or ugly. Stop that. Find ways to be proud of what you’re creating. It makes a big difference. Also don’t rush yourself.

Help your followers get to know you a little bit better! Answer these 20 fandom creator focused questions and share them to your blog…invite your fandom creator moots and followers to do the same ☺️

Do you create fanfiction, fanart, both, or something else?

What brings you the most joy being a fandom creator?

Why did you become a fandom creator?

What was the first fandom you created for?

How many fandoms have you created for (so far)?

What is your current fandom(s)?

What is your creative weakness?

What is your creative strength?

What is your favorite trope to create for?

What trope do you enjoy from other creators but don’t yourself?

Do you listen to music while you create? If so, what’s your go-to?

What beverage fuels your creativity?

What snack fuels your creativity?

What time of day do you feel most creative?

What time of day do you feel least creative?

What is your favorite medium to create with?

Who has inspired your creativity?

What has inspired your creativity?

Where do you enjoy being creative the most?

What advice do you have for someone becoming a fandom creator for the first time?

[zacharyja]

Sunday, May 19, 2024

Travel to Kyoto - Shinkansen

Today began decently early again with a class meeting and then a rendezvous at the hotel lobby to check out and head to Tokyo Station. We had an hour to kill at the station while waiting for the Shinkansen to arrive. The Shinkansen, meaning “New Main Line” began production of the first line in 1959, and cost nearly 200 billion yen. The train can reach maximum speeds of up to 200 miles per hour, and got us from Tokyo to Kyoto in under 2 and a half hours, which would normally take about 7 hours by standard train. For lunch we went to a Katsu place and I ordered Chicken Katsu, decent meal but I prefer to have Katsu with curry, 7/10.

The Bullet Train was extremely cool to see in person, as it looks almost like an airplane on train tracks, the engineering for it must have taken quite some time and brain power. Though what I thought was interesting was that the characteristic long nose shape is not even necessary for aerodynamics, but rather helps to keep the train quiet. It was also unreal hour fast the train was going, you really didn’t feel it too much being inside the cabin but looking out the window and seeing how quick the lamp posts pass by. It was also bonkers when another Bullet Train passed by as it was almost gone in half a second, it was almost incomprehensible how something so massive could move so quickly - hence the bullet part of the name I suppose.

After arriving in Kyoto we had to wait until 3pm for the hotel to be ready to check us in. After time had passed we all made our way to a local Kyoto train and headed to the hotel, called “Stay Sakura”. The rooms here are decently nicer and are western style so my bed is off the ground and I have an actual mattress this time which felt really nice to lay down in for the first time in 2 weeks. We also have 2 large twin beds, a small stovetop, bigger mini fridge, and a microwave in our room this time.

After settling in, I took a brief nap before waking up to my new roommate, Luke asking if I wanted to get food with him, Rich and Noah. We then met up and walked around the area of the hotel looking for something to eat. I was already pretty hungry by this point and would have settled for many restaurants that we passed, but it is hard to decide on something that 4 people will agree on. after about 45 minutes of walking and exploring we landed on a Chinese place called Yoichiteki Tenshinsakaba Hao, which seemed to be pretty popular with the locals. Once inside we ordered boiled Gyoza, which turned out to be some of the best Gyoza that I have ever eaten, soup dumplings, which were also hands down the best soup dumplings that I have ever tasted.

I also ordered Crispy Fried Chicken, and Rich also ordered this same item to split with Luke. They brought out the Chicken and I offered it to them to eat first as I was fine with waiting a few minutes for the second one to come out. Though this would turn out to be a mistake as 30 minutes passed and they never brought another plate out, so I had Noah, who is semi fluent in Japanese ask them if they forgot to put the order in or something and they said yes sorry we actually combined both fried chicken orders on to one plate, it will only 15 more minutes to bring another plate out. This was fine I was cool with waiting for that but kind of weirded out that they would combine 2 separate meals into one plate and say nothing about it. Then another 30 minutes pass and I am now very suspicious of where my food is at so we flag the waiter down again and ask about the food, this time in a more passive aggressive way being like whats going on man its been an hour, and they say that they still have not even put the order in, no apology or anything so we ask them to just forget about it and take it off the bill and we would just leave since we were all annoyed about waiting so long for nothing. I was pretty upset by this as I was very hungry from the start and then had to wait 2 hours before getting any real food (sorry for the rant I was pissed off by the bad service but I am not hangry anymore). We then went to Matsuya so I could get some dinner and I was then eating my Gyudon within 3 minutes of ordering. After this we walked over to an ice cream place and got some dessert. Then we walked back to the hotel and I am now finishing up my blog. I will also throw in this photo of a pretty cool Golden “Mikane-Jinja” shrine, dedicated to luck and monetary blessings.

Academic Reflection

After reading about the Shinkansen Bullet Train, and the local impacts that came along with its development, I was able to view it from a much more educated perspective where I did not only view it as a positive net gain for everyone. The idea that many locals were opposed to its construction in some areas seemed odd, as having a super high speed railway anywhere near you would be a great thing in most peoples opinions, as it seems to only really bring about ease of transportation. Though as mentioned in the reading, the process by which these train rails were built was not without conflict. As it was pretty necessary to have straight tracks and were not really able to have many turns because of the nature of the high speed rails, a good amount of land had to be reclaimed by the government via eminent domain to allow for Shinkansen construction. I can see how this would make many people upset, especially if there was not even a stop in their town, so they would be possibly losing their homes or businesses and it would not even positively impact the city in which they reside unless there was a stop there. Regarding stops, many of the cities that did have them saw a crazy high population growth rate, as many people were moving here for access to the Shinkansen and the many doors to other areas that it opened. Though this also had some negative aspects on the other side of the coin, as people were then leaving smaller town and making them even smaller in order to live in Tokyo, or other big cities because they could now have access to the big city, and still be able to visit their parents or grandparents in small cities which would generally lack many good job opportunities.

[3vergr3en]

Heartbeat

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Summary: Evening naps in Jasper’s bed is a usual thing that happens daily, but the vampire isn’t complaining. Instead he loves it, Y/N’s heartbeat is Jasper’s haven.

Additional Info: (Fem!Human!Reader x Vampire!Jasper Hale.) Some sensual kisses being shared. Overall fluff. This is my first one-shot of Jasper Hale! Please ask for more requests!

Mentions of the Cullen Family, specifically Esme and Emmet.

TW: Slightly suggestive.

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Rain droplets can be heard splattering outside onto the windows of Jasper’s room, but no sound can disrupt the deep slumber of Y/N. You were sprawled out on Jasper’s bed (that was installed shortly after your visits became more frequent). You were laying on your stomach, your left knee raised up to your side and your arms buried under the ivory colored silk pillow. Your breathing heavy but quiet. The aroma of Timber & Patchouli filled the interior, being lit by the vampire shortly after the mortal fell asleep.

Jasper laid beside the human, his back pressed against the wooden headboard of his bed while his hand played with a strand of Y/N’s H/C hair, This was a usual event that happens, and he loved it. He couldn’t get enough of hearing the gentle, repetitive beats of her heart. It was calming for the immortal.

Whenever he felt stressed or overwhelmed, he’d stand behind the latter and wrap his arms around her waist. He then would hide his face in the crook of Y/N’s neck, breathing in the female’s pleasant fragrance, drowning out his thoughts with her heartbeat.

“Jasper..?” Y/N calls out groggily. You slowly, but eventually push yourself up with your arms so that you’re now sitting up. Your arms extending outwards while a yawn left your lips. “Yes, darlin’?” Jasper quietly chuckles, finding the tired mortal to be cute. “I’m right behind you, love.” His voice soothing.

“Mm.. How long was I asleep for?” You ask, turning around to face Jasper with half-lidded eyes. “Just a little over an hour.” The male hums, reaching out to pull you onto his lap. You shiver at the sudden chilliness of his skin in contact with yours, but you soon grow used to it. “What are you looking at? Is there drool on my chin?” You question after noticing the male staring up at you. You turned your face away from the latter, trying to wipe away any saliva from the corner of your lips. “There’s nothing there, hon’. I’m just appreciating the beauty that’s in front of me.” Jasper whispers the last sentence into your ear, pecking your cheek afterwards. You quickly turned your head back to look at Jasper with slightly widened eyes. You gently hit his chest before covering your face with your hands, “Jasper!” You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck, “..thank you, love.” You smiled, leaning in closer to fill the gap between the two of you, his lips feeling so soft against yours.

A small, faint gasp left your lips once you felt Jasper’s hands firmly grip at your waist, his thumbs caressing your skin. He smiled into the kiss, his tongue dancing with yours. You hum against his lips, pressing your chest up against his broad chest. Your hands riding up his soft, golden locks. “Jasper..” You pulled away momentarily to softly whisper before leaning back in. His lips detaches from yours, leaving a trail of kisses down to your jawline. “Are you hungry, my love?” He asks, pulling back to look at you in your eyes. You smile and nodded, “Starving actually.“

“Esme insisted on cooking tonight because she couldn’t the last time you came over. She felt very guilty for having you leave on an empty stomach, so beware for a feast.” Jasper chuckles as he intertwines both of your guy’s hands together, bringing them up to his lips to kiss the back of your hand. “Oh god, how am I going to finish all of it? You and the cullen’s don’t eat food.” You pout as you make your way off of Jasper’s lap, worrying about how you’re going to finish all of the food. “It’s okay, just sleep over tonight and have the rest for breakfast tomorrow mornin’.” Jasper says as he shifts over to the edge of his bed, shortly standing up afterwards. “I suppose that’s fine. My parents are away for the weekend.” You shrugged, standing up from Jasper’s bed, laughing at Jasper’s enlightened face. “C’mere, give me a kiss.” You ordered, shuffling over to Jasper to wrap your arms around his neck, tipi-toeing to take the male’s lips into yours once again.

But the door slams open abruptly, revealing the tall, built brown-haired vampire. “Y/N! Dinner’s ready!” Emmet announces, immediately regretting his enthusiastic entrance when he’s met with Jasper’s glare. “Dude, seriously?”

“Thank you, Emmet!” You thank, equally as energetic as the brown-haired vampire. You looked over to Jasper with a grin, patting his chest in attempt to calm the latter.

“Oh shit— sorry. My bad.” He laughs, “I’ll just..” He trails off, speedily running down the hall to the stairway.

“Now.. where were we?” Jasper hums with a smirk, leaning in.

“Nuh-uh. C’mon cowboy. I’m hungry.” You laugh, quickly running away from the immortal before he has a chance to pull you back into a kiss.

“Hey-! Wait! That’s not fair!” Jasper calls out, using his vampire speed to easily catch up to the young woman.

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"Say Yes."

Yandere Lawliet x Reader NSFW

Summary: L had always wanted true successors. Ones that are tied by blood. Maybe you could help him with that fantasy

Warnings: breeding kink, mentions of blood, biting, L being a pervert, drugging , L ooc?, L doesnt like his successors much, masterbastion, L drugging sweets, Yandere themes, mentions of kidnapping,

Word count: 1234

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L just always liked the idea of blood successors. Raising them just right, to perfection. And now that he has you, that fantasy can become reality.

He slowly creeps to your door and knock on it carefully. No answer so he goes inside. And there you were, laying in your bed, in a slim nightgown. You looked perfect like that.

When he opened the door your eyes snapped towards him. You rolled your eyes away from him and grabbed a book from the nearby nightstand, Probably to ignore him. He doesnt mind as he crawls next to your legs.

“Dearest?” He asks in a low voice. You don't reply with anything. Just continuing to read your book, continuing to ignore his gaze. “Y/nn.” He sings. “Leave me alone.”

He pretends that he didnt hear that. “I was wondering something.” Now you were honestly curious. You never heard him ask for something from you. He always just took it. Your things, your clothes. Anything to gain your attention. But now hes actually asking for something? So you respond with an angry hum.

“You remember my successors, right?” You did. He talked about them quite often, saying they were good kids. And they were the best successors he's ever had. You hummed again. “Well. I've been thinking.”

“I think we need more then two.” You were confused. So you asked “what do you mean.” His head was now laying on your thighs, his hair tickling you. “Well. Personally. They could be better, if I had someone to teach instead of the orphanage. I would be able to have even better successors.”

“I dont understand.”

“I want blood successor, ones that are tied by blood.” He says, you finally understand, and your eyes widened. You tried to crawl away from him. Screaming insults in the process.

“NO WAY AM I CARRYING YOUR CHILD EVER! YOU PERVERT GET AWAY FROM ME.”

He tried to calm you down, but all he could do is pull you back underneath him. He shushed you, putting his hand over your mouth to keep you silent.

“I want you to consider it. Just think. If I personally raise them, they'll be better than me even. And we will finally have some company, some small company running around the house.”

You didnt want to think of that, small baby L’s and yours running around the house, clingy to both of you.

An L copy, maybe more. You didnt even know how many he wanted. “NO! I DONT WANT TO! YOU CANT MAKE ME!”

“Not at the moment I cant. I'll give you some time to think about it. You tell me your opinion later.” He said before ducking down and kissing your forehead.

He then got up and left your room. Leaving you dazed and confused on what just happened. You could feel small tear droplets running down your cheek as you stared blankly at the wall.

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L held the small bottle in his hand, he carefuly read the label, “Spice up your sex life with the new Aphrodisiac. Only a spoon full.” He carefully filled the spoon up with the liquid. It was a nice hot pink, which was odd but he didnt complain as he dumped it in the batter.

He knew you were hungry, hungry enough for food that he made, he told you that he had to go somewhere for a bit, so he was leaving you here. There was no way you could escape. But he knew you were hungry enough to eat the cake he was making. The one that had a small special ingredient.

But he didnt realized that when he came back he was greeted with a whimpering you, on the couch. Trying your best to create some friction with your fingers.

“This is all your fault isnt it.” You panted, not even caring about the vulnerable state you were in. “I dont know what your talking about dearest.” He said with a low smug smile. He was extremely content with the view he had. But he wouldn't mind a little more, “do you need any help?”

“Fuck you.” You gasped.

“If you dont need my help, I guess I'll go get something to eat.“

“Wait! Please!” You screamed. Trying to stop him from leaving. He smiled and back up next to you again. “Yes darling?”

“Please. I need your help. Please, please!”you begged. Your fingers were getting tired and crampy. You couldn't do this forever, you needed someone else, you were too desperate to ignore his help.

“Have you thought about what you wanted?” He said while crawling in between your legs. “Huh?” You sighed. “Dont you remember? I thought you would, it was such an important topic, I cant belive you would forget.” He mocked you, he sat in your legs. Holding them right above his hips.

“Wha- I. I cant remember.” Your mind was so full of that drug, that all you could think about was the relief he was going to give you.

“Then let me ask you again.” he whispered in your ear.

“Will you give me my future successors?” He said in that low voice that made you weak. “But. I dont wanna get pregnant, it's scary.” You whimpered. “Dont worry.” He cooed.”I'll be with you a the way. But I do need an answer from you dear.”

You didnt want to get pregnant, but the need growing in between your legs was starting to hurt. And you had a feeling he wasnt going to start unless you agreed. So you nodded.

“That's what I want to see.” He buried his face in your neck as he started to grind his dick against you. Making you groan.

“I c-ant.” you stutter. You cant process anything when he makes you feel like this. “Its okay, just let me do everything.” He mutters into your ear.

As he grinds he leans over and bites your neck hard, hard enough to draw a thin stream of blood. You hiss, you could feel his mouth form into a smile.

Suddenly he gets up and pulled his pants and boxes down. “I'm sorry, Love. But I cant hold it in anymore.” He chuckles. He didnt hesitate before showving himself inside you. Making you gasp for breath.

It was like he knocked out all the air from your lungs, You could feel him soothing the burn in between your legs.

His thrusts were harsh. Like he was trying to find something, deep inside you. “F-fuck. “ he cried. “Imagine. Us, a little. Kid!” He tries to get his sentence out before he moaned. You cant even respond over him pounding into you.

It isnt long until the both of you come undone. “Cum with me, please.” He says into your ear. you comply, Now you were left with a mess underneath you, and a stalker above you, completely out of breath. At least the affects of that drug is a lot more numb.

“Now.” He pants

“I'll finally live a fantasy. And have a blood successor.” He says while slowly rubbing your belly. Already imagining the way your belly will swell with his child.

You fell asleep, trying to ignore every word that's coming out of his mouth.

But you couldnt lie, it did feel quite good.