#again im terribly sorry for not responding to this in a timely manner

[selfdiagnosedeyemotif]

hi hello heres the some guy beating up some robot you ordered

(to be clear im basing most my fnaf game knowledge on ucn and my punchout knowledge on wii, cause like those are the only ones ive played)

so like in total the fight would involve freddy, foxy, marionnete, all the balloon children (including the lil uh oh how un fortunate bitch >:3 ),

the fight itself you would be boxing good ol normal freddy however he would have a bunch of paraphernalia on him, specifically: a thingy on the left side of his hat with a music box, his hat which if punched enough can come off and reveal some small child, and a vent on his right "abdomen" from which many things can pop out of.

fnaf in general is like about "resource" management in the sense that the resources are how pissed the various robots are so that would be translated over to this by way of punching different spots depending on whats necessary at the time.

now in punchout, hitting the head during stun is generally simply better as it does more damage. however, there exists the hat of many small fellows, and like every 5 head taps theres a "chance" (probably a preset order) of either bb, jj, or the uh oh how unfortunate one. bb does a real quick slap that cuts your stamina (the heart meter) in half. like does Current-(Total*.5), so like if the total was 8 it takes 4 no matter how much u have. this in fact could just fuck you over at a bad time, as bb is want to do. jj apparently does precisely nothing in fnaf 2 after some quick research, so she also does nothing but pop out and idk be silly. and little miss unfortunate circumstances could maybe sing her lil song and like randomly lower one of the other "timers" a chunk.

ok so punchout is one of those probably few wii games that avoided mandatory pointer/motion stuff but i cannot think of a better way to implement this one idea so: there would be a decent bit of downtime between attacks where you're not able to hit fred but he aint attacking you and this would be when you're supposed to flick the wiimote into pointing at the background, specifically a wheres waldo ass thing about "staring" at foxy for a brief moment to keep them at bay (relatively simple as its a large fox robot in a sea of faceless grey silhouettes), and if you dont for long enough they do the funny skedaddle into a big ol uppercut or whatever, which would just instatly ko you. altho it would have a big ol tell of fred stepping aside for a second and the loud stomping naturally, so you could just skip this and play as normal, simply dodging or perhaps punching back, which would do damage to fred cause you earned that if so. (im thinking you'd just be knocking foxy back into him)

the music box side is relatively simple, over the course of the match it visibly unwinds and you have to hit it to keep it wound up or suddenly marionette headbutt. probably 3 punches would keep it fully wound. the box's music would be like wound into the fight song but then slowly quiet down as its winding off, and eventually the lil jack in the box "last seconds!!!" thing would play too, and that would "force" him to do some attack if hes in neutral. you better get that stun real quick tho lmao.

power: thats a very core emchanic in fnaf, and i have 2 ideas for how it could be mixed in here, a: it be tied to that heart energy number of mac's that makes you tired when it hits zero and cant punch no more, however this feels kinda bs and like just not balanced, like punch out is not the type of game to have a kick u while ur down mechanic u feel me b, a much better idea in my book: the stage/ring has power. for this to make sense it would be taking place in more of like a garage or smth, crowd could still be there but like its less of an official thing. this would actually incentivise ending the fight quickly more than just for cool points. it would nt like charge back between rounds, and for actual numbers, lets say like 5 minutes 30 "seconds "of total power. thats a bit over half of the total possible roundtime and feels decently accurate to the like "win before this or you Perish" angle. running out of power would, first of all, turn off the lights ofc. at this point its dark and shit, you can only see glowy eyes and the power bar, rest is just a shadowy figure. punches of all sorts are faster, foxy is agitated quicker, music box timer is shorter, and just all around not very good to be here.

idk fully abt this idea but also maybe a star punch could just wind back all timers regardless of where they are including foxy (except the power ofc), and the t3 just fully resets em. if you hit it, of course

thats abt all i can think of that would fit without it being too overwhelming.

also fun fact your actual blog "website" has an ask box text limit that is barely over one paragraph

im so sorry for taking so long to respond to this but OUGH this is so clever. first off the inclusion of the wiimote pointer mechanics into the wheres-waldo foxy quicktime event is SO clever. i love that. also the power. thats so tense. i'd love to see all of the youtubers doing challenges specifically based on beating ol' fred only during the power outage as well

[darkdemeter]

Dem Hi! I'm back with a bit of an unhinged ask here:

Im sure this doodle gives you an idea where this is going. I was just making myself some tea, and I was thinking about Lovers In Eden (i was going to listen to a song called Eastward of Eden by Amelia Day,hence the association). And Since I am a film student, a writer and i took script classes as my subject las trimester, i offer you this unhinged recap of my conspiracy theory. So LIE (Lover in Eden) introduces us to the idea that Strife killed Y/N after a bloodlust outburst,right? Well, at first i didnt think too much of it, but then the chapter ends with the four on earth, which felt a little disembodied from the prologue. Which brings me to the hipothesis which is: Strife's lover is on earth,reborn without their memories. My proof for this theory is this: 1) We know that in the darksiders universe there is such thing as a well of souls, we know they go through the kingdom of the dead to repent and then be reborn through the well. 2) you wouldntve put the line "Love slayer" if it wasnt relevant to the plot. (Writing often times includes phrasing things a certain way to hint at other things). 3) Why would you close the chapter where you did? What relevance does the fact that the four are now on earth have? Simple, Strife will find a reborn,survivor Y/N and will fall in love with them (and have a crisis once he realizes its a whole like soulmates finding eachother again situation) 4) and last (which came to me as i wrote this) if you were to center the story only on Strife and the reader without the reader being reborn, you wouldve just started it from the medieval age/wherever strife met the reader and not end with the four on earth. Of course dont gotta tell me if im right,dont want to spoil the whole fic anyways. But I felt the need to share this with you. (I genuienly felt like the pepe silvia meme). And yeah, one offshoot of all this is that maybe the reader isnt a reborn soulmate, and that the prologue could just set up this inherit guilt and fear towards love that Strife has. Until we get the next chapter, i lay in wait...scheming/lhj/hj Have a nice rest of your day and i hope you've enjoyed my unhinged ramble. -Jer. PD: i feel so silly for sending this whole thing but as a fellow writer i know theres nothing we love more than ppl theorizing about our stuff. So here you go. I hope it doest read as overbearing,i just genuienly love your stuff.

First off, I love your pepe doodle! It’s so perfect. In fact I find it so funny that I made this a little bit ago myself... (As much as I'd love to rant and such about my AUs' lore and headcanons, I made this for shits and gigs)

I absolutely adore hearing theories readers have about my fics. (Sorry this has taken FOR-EV-ER to respond to, I'm terrible with replying at times)

I also fucking LOVE that you're a film student, I think that makes this whole theory situation even better because I do tend to have a very movie-esque thought process when writing. (Blooper reel and BTS footage rent free in my head)

And I think I've got the mind stewing a bit with that recent post, Flowers From My Lover. Without hopefully giving away anything, you do have some valid and interesting points in your theories and has me going, "Oh Jer is good little detective." You get a cookie for your theory skills!

There are indeed certain key details and clues I put in on purpose and it's so interesting to see what readers pick up on. And yes, the well of souls is involved to some extent in this plotline, but not in the way you might think...

I also find your choice of the word "reborn" interesting. Very obviously and right out the gates, I will say that yes, reader is alive in this story. But it's the manner in which reader's alive and again, the reborn theory is interesting and again, possibly not in a way you're expecting. Though it seems rather simple, I will tease that there is... quite a bit more to it than what's at face value.

And I wanna tease this little clue too because it is one of my favourites: It's interesting how the fic's title has a double meaning in plain sight...

[ryanwritesfanfiction]

Covet

Doug Davis X Reader

a/n: this is just doug davis yearning; not rlly a great ending :/

ps: im very sorry i havent written much lately, my work schedule has been hectic and I'm starting school soon so I've been a lil frazzled

wc: 1184

It was a Friday night when Doug laid eyes on you for the first time. He was so unfamiliar with the feeling that he had almost thought that he had come down with some kind of ailment. 

“Hey, who are we starin’ at” said a voice from across the round table he was sitting at and Doug was brought back to reality, back to the dimly lit bar beside his coworkers. The spring semester had just ended and his fellow educators had decided to go out for drinks to celebrate. Doug wasn’t a drinker so he sipped a diet Coke and tried his hardest to contribute to the conversations. He suddenly felt the gaze of the others and the the conversation stopped. 

Doug silently cursed Wade for bringing him suddenly as the center of attention. Doug suddenly found himself desperate to change the subject so he attempted to shift the attention to a different topic.

“Speaking of staring, did you know that 80 percent of the human eye is filled with a jelly-like substance?” The silence persisted and it began to feel more and more awkward every second but it was broken once again this time by a much friendlier voice.  

“Who is that Doug, do you know them?” Lucy said curiously. Doug felt heat rise to his face and was suddenly very grateful for the low lights in the bar. “No, why would you say that?” he responded in an almost scared voice, which filled the group with suspicion. 

“Well, you have been staring at them since they walked in” chimed in Tracy leaving Doug at a loss for words. Thankfully Lucy changed the subject, detecting the nervousness that Doug developed the more that he was pressed on the matter. For the rest of the night, Doug tried his best to make his staring less noticeable, though deep down he knew that he was doing a terrible job. 

As the night continued, more of his coworkers started leaving the bar. They wished each other a good summer but they had paid their tabs and left the bar his friend Lucy tried to encourage him to talk to you to no avail. 

Although Doug didn’t drink and hated crowded areas, he found himself going back to the bar every Friday night, at the same table just to get to see you. Every Friday he saw you do the same routine, you would sit at a booth next to a window, and have one, sometimes two, of the same drink and then leave. 

He didn’t know what compelled him to engage in this weekly tradition. He never attempted to speak to you, he just watched from a distance. Doug studied you, he found you fascinating, captivating even. He wondered about you all the time. What was your favorite color? What were your interests? He wanted to know everything about you.

Anytime Doug had a subject that he found himself engrossed in, he would try his best to learn everything about that subject and become an expert in it. This feeling had manifested in many other topics, but he had never felt this interest in a person like this. He had spent a fair amount of the school year trying to master the art of conversation but he didn't feel he was fully proficient in the manner yet, so he kept his distance. He was too afraid he would creep you out or that you wouldn’t like him. The longer he kept up this weekly pattern, the more he felt like he wouldn’t have a chance with you. He saw that others would approach you every week and you rejected each of them. There was seemingly no pattern in the rejection, no matter what race, gender, or way of approach, you were simply uninterested in everyone who set their eyes on you. 

Weeks passed and so did the summer, and Doug still could not talk to you. On the Friday before school started Doug had once again followed his weekend ritual and went to the bar in hopes of spotting you in your usual spot. All summer you had been so consistent with your schedule week after week and so Doug sat at the same table as always where he could best see you from however this night was different since he had been there for two hours and had still not spotted you. The night continued as a sinking feeling began to crawl its way from the pit of Doug’s stomach until it grew and reached his heart, causing a stinging pain in it. He kept hoping that you would still come until the last call and you weren’t there. 

During his walk home, Doug became filled with the most awful feeling of regret. His mind never drifted off of the topic of you. He thought about all the subtle details that made you who you are. The subtle smile that you would have when you got your drink at the bar. The way you glowed when someone made you laugh. Like so many nights, Doug spent much of it thinking of you tonight, but this time it was different not only because you didn’t come to the bar, but because Doug finally realized that whatever chance, if there even was one, that he could have had to approach you, he had wasted. He used so much timing running scenarios through his head trying to figure out the perfect thing to say to you. He wanted so badly for you to notice him, and there was even a part of him that hoped that you might approach him but he knew deep down that would never happen. Realistically, no one as breathtaking as you could ever love someone as weird and awkward as him, but it's not like he would ever get to find out now. 

The school year had started and Doug’s colleagues began to notice something was wrong. They sort of carried the sentiment that he was “acting weird but not his usual weird” They often found him staring off into the distance rather than his usual attempts to engage in conversation. Instead of chirping in with interesting science facts, Doug had become much more quiet and reserved.

 He had spent so much time thinking about what his life would be like with you that after he had realized that his chance was gone, he grew to resent his current life, as he didn't believe it would ever be worth living if he could not have you in it. He cursed himself for not being brave enough, strong enough, or attractive enough to have you. He knew that it was for the best that he didn't take that risk and pursued you at the bar. Doug had long held hoped that you would come back to the bar but deep down he knew you were likely far gone, as anyone would hope to be in a town like Fort Chicken and for you, he was willing to let go, but he knew that he would regret it for the rest of his life

[eyegouged]

𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑.

name: marz / marzi / marzipan (depends on the person)! 

pronouns: they/them

preference of communication: Discord works well enough, but I am such a disaster icon of ADD that I forget to reply to things and sometimes I sleep at odd hours ; you really gotta have some patience! Although IMs work sometimes, too, so I am okay with them!

most active muse: It’s really hard to say? I blog/muse hop a super-sized amount of time. I try to be consistent and get my drafts done, but it doesn’t always work out ;;; so I really am sorry to anyone who waits on me! ; o ; I always come back to each of my blogs if I have enough traction on them, though!

experience/how many years: I started writing on tumblr in 2014, so it’s been roughly...nine years now? But I rp’d as a child with my cousin on our cellphones, haha! We had some stupid ideas of what the world was back then and, thankfully, I’ve improved as a writer and person as I grew up!

best experience: Any time that ANYONE says that they can hear my muse’s voice in my writing? That makes me feel like I am doing the character justice and it sticks with me, you know?

rp pet peeves: It’s hard to say... I try to let a lot of things slide off my back with a simple vent with friends if it bothers me. Nothing is worth STAYING mad at, but the worst experiences I had were people who would take my words and then proceed to turn others against me? Like, I really, really hate this petty childish mannerism that people have about dealing with problems. Turning others against someone is what high schoolers do and I interact with people who are adults, not children! If something offends you, hurts you, or makes you sad, TELL ME! I won’t mind if you need to vent to your friends (notice I use the word: FRIENDS, not just random people in the fandom that you want to make mad at me for gratification of some kind) because it genuinely made you feel bad, but as long as we talk it out or you drop it and move on because everyone has a sour moment, then I don’t care. I just want people to not be immature! 

fluff, angst, or smut: out of these three? angst more than likely. While I enjoy fluff a lot, it turns to this really...clockwork aspect a lot of times, which isn’t inherently bad, but I like things moving around and, out of the three, I feel like angst does that job really well! If I were to push for another category added? It’d be CHARACTER BUILDING (which can be any of those categories, though I am not a smut person) because I find that this really does motivate me a TON! Angst does it a whole lot because muses tend to reveal sides of themselves that aren’t visible a lot, but you can do it in fluff too! You can see the kindness of another that isn’t there often, which is so so so so valuable to development! So, I raze this question to the ground and replace all with character building as my preferences!  

plots or memes: Plots are great, but I really do have to emphasize that we DO SOMETHING with what we make together! I do not like to just plot and then sit there like, “Oh, gosh, do we thread it? Do we...do we do it??? Do I do it?” Because then I get nervous that my plot points were bad and then I get into this anxious cycle about approaching LMFAO ; really, it’s a ME thing mostly because I should approach again. However? Memes are fantastic but they take longer for me to respond to because I sit there going, “Okay, how do I do this amazingly so they’re hooked?” If it’s a random ask box thing, I sometimes answer quicker if there’s a plot behind it, though! But...as some people notice, even that can take forever ; o ;

long or short replies: I am terrible about keeping things short SO MUCH OF THE TIME! If someone replies long, I reply long, but if they reply short, I try so hard not to do TOO much...but sometimes if the reply just speaks to my muse, I get SUPER into it. I also get nervous if I am JUST starting to interact with that person and go ham just to be like, “I AM INTERESTED I HOPE SOMETHING OF THIS IS GOOD ENOUGH!” I wanna be that really attentive partner when starting off because I just want to make it fun for both sides!

best time to write: Sometimes I get super musey at like...3 AM and other times I write like no tomorrow at 6 PM ; there is no time that really speaks to me because I just slam dunk my muse when I get it! LMFAOOOO

are you like your muse(s): Most of my muses are cooler than me! I think in terms of a lot of them, I notice certain patterns that draw me in, but I tend to pick my characters at seemingly random sometimes...but I do love cutesy muses so much since I am a very cutesy individual in life (and by “cutesy” I mean...they are also drawn to pink, stuffed animals, and pretty things). So if I had to define myself close to a muse I have, it’d be...Chrissy Cunningham. I am very much like in a lot of regards except I wasn’t popular in school LOL so don’t read into that aspect of her.

tagged: @marblewon (THANK YOU!!!) tagging: @ilvaites @guttersniper @wellfell

[runeterrankhaleesi]

Hi ! So I know it’s the last day of February and I hope I’m not too late !

Anyways this is a request for league of legends matchup

I’m a 20 years old straight woman, I’m 155 cm (5’1 ") tall, I’m a student, I draw usually pretty girls in a stylized cartoonish style, I also sing and used to dance and I want to become an illustrator.

I love art and artistic stuff in general, I play wild rift, shower and go to uni while listening to my Spotify playlist, and I like almost any kind of music as long as the song sounds good to me.

Im an INFP-T 4w5, I’m a highly sensitive person and almost always respond to things in an exaggerated manner.

I always believed that everyone should be themselves and free, I’m very stubborn and basically an anarchist.

I’ve been bullying for 11 years straight for different reasons including theses, and the adults tried to force me to fit in the mold of society.

I used to be very loving and energetic, but as I fell into depression because of theses things I can barely recognize myself, I nearly became everything that I hated as a kid. Back then I could easily talk about myself and my personality, but now there’s not much I can say because I don’t even myself anymore, sorry 😓

I use the law of attraction, subliminals and even studied witchcraft a bit but I had to stop because of my terrible mental health and lack of motivation. It still made me manifest a ton of of things, and when I use them I feel a bit better but memories of my past strike at random times, making me feel terrible again 😭

Sorry if I said too much it’s supposed to be a matchup request not a problem talking or whatever, but that’s all I can say, as I said I can’t say much about my personality since I don’t know it anymore…

[A/N: Hello darling, oh don't worry about that, I'm just glad you felt comfortable enough to share this much with me, you do not have to apologize.]

I pair you with...

PANTHEON (ATREUS)!

Why? Because...

Pantheon or should I say, Atreus is a freedom fighter like you. He doesn't let anything or anyone take control of him, not after the incident with the Aspect of War. He made a vow to stand against all Aspects, Ascended, and demons. You would bond over the fact that you two fight to be your true selves and live however you want in a society that tries to contain you. He likes that you're a rebel like him.

He tells you that your past doesn't and shouldn't define who you are so he looks past the fact that you've been bullying for 11 years straight despite having a strong dislike about it. He encourages you to be a better person by helping you do good things, simple things like helping an old lady cross the street or helping a person carry their groceries.

One thing that he's amazed about you is your perseverance. Atreus knows that you've been through a lot, your will to live after battling with depression and struggling to find yourself again after you've changed is something he praises you for. You're strong and he makes sure to tell you that.

And he enjoys taking care of you, it's just something he prides on doing. He keeps your mental and physical health in check, reminding you that you don't have to go through difficult things alone ever again now that you have him by your side.

Atreus is a motivator for sure. He studies everything he can about your old interests and infodumps on you to motivate you. He's glad that it eventually pays off as he sees you enjoying your old hobbies. You said you like witchcraft? Guess what? Magic is prominent in the entirety of runeterra, you can ask anybody-even Atreus to teach you a thing or two about magic. He finds the sight of you getting lost in the world of creative arts to be beautiful, he loves to see the determination on your face whenever you work on something. Atreus loves and treasures every piece or drawing you make, showering with praises and of course, affection. He would give his all and support your dream of becoming an illustrator.

💝~Happy Valentines Day!~💝

[yourstarvic]

It was now morning as you sat up from the bed, stetting your arms over your head with a relaxing sigh. You looked around the room and saw Yuna still sleeping on the other bed that was provided. Maneuvering your body to sit on the edge of the bed, you grabbed your phone to check the time. Seeing it was 3 hours until practice started, you stood up and did a final stretch. 

You then did your morning routine. Using the restroom, washing your hands, your face, and your teeth. Once you were done in the restroom, you exited it and went to your bag to grab your clothes for the day. Once you were done changing, you turned to face Yuna’s side and notice she was still sleeping.

Walking over to Yuna’s side of the room, you gently shook her as you whispered, “Wake up Yuna, it’s time to get up.”

Yuna let out a groan as she hugged the blankets tighter around her. Letting out a deep sigh, you tried again, “Come on Yuna. We need to get ready for practice and eat breakfast.”

“Fine,” She huffed, tossing the blanket aside in a grumpy manner. You took a step back, watching her with a hidden annoyed expression. You watched her walk to the provided bathroom in the room, hearing her huff. But as she was walking, your annoyed expression turned into realization as you saw a spot on her pants.

Thinking nothing of it, you then grabbed everything you need for practice and started to head out of the door say, “I’m going now, Yuna!”

Hearing the toilet flush in response, you took that was her response as you exited the room and headed to the cafeteria. But before you took a step, you saw Sara and Yui coming out of the room next to you. “Good morning!” You waved, walking over to them

“Good morning!” They both responded with a smile, “Is Yuna not joining breakfast?”

“I just woke her up,” You sighed, “let’s hope she’ll help today.”

“Agreed,” they both said as they both link arms with you and walked to the cafeteria. 

The three of you walked with linked arms and laughing at whatever joke was being said. Shortly after the three of you arrived, you went to grab your breakfast the school’s chef prepared. Grabbing your tray, the three of you went to the kitchen window to receive the plates filled with food.

Each of you thanked the chef when you grabbed the plates and placed them on the tray. Walking to an empty table, you saw few people were already eating. You smiled at Kita and Aran who were already sitting down and eating.

Sitting at an empty table, Sara and Yui on one side and you across from them, you started to eat and have a conversation. A few moments later, Sakusa joined the group, sitting next to you, saying, “Good morning.”

“Good morning,” The three of you respond cheerfully. 

“Can I sit here?” Komori asked, pointing to the empty seat next to Sara.

“O-Of course,” Sara stuttered with bright red cheeks.

You raised an eyebrow at her, looking Yui in an excited and confused look. Yui gave you an excited smile, conforming to what you were thinking.

I knew it! She does like him!

Komori then sat down, and the four of you started to have a conversation. The cafeteria soon started to be filled with volleyball members. The tables started to be filled with people as they sat down and started to eat their breakfast. The cafeteria had a nice and peaceful atmosphere as everyone ate, talking quietly since they didn’t want to disturb anyone around them. Until…

“Honey bunny!” Yuna squealed loudly, alerting everyone of her presence, as she tugged on Osamu’s arm, “Hurry up! You need to eat breakfast to give you engird for the day!”

“Why is she so loud,” You heard a voice moving to sit in the empty seat next to you.“I just want to enjoy my breakfast in peace.”

“Good morning Rin,” you smiled at him, “but she won’t be that loud when she eats.”

“You’ll be surprised,” Sakusa said, standing up, “I’m going on ahead, I don’t want my morning ruined with her voice.”

Everyone at the table muttered a farewell as they watched Sakusa placed his tray and plates in a designated place. Seeing him walking past Osamu and Yuna, they both greeted him, but Sakusa only responded to Osamu with a “Good morning Miya.” But Yuna took it another way.

“Did you hear that, sweet honey!” Yuna squealed, “He also called me Miya! It’s like we’re married.”

Osamu made an annoyed look, trying to make Yuna let go of him. You and the others at the table smile in amusement. Looking away, Sara and Komori continued their conversation, with Yui and you occasionally making comments about why Sara’s face is red. Suna just silently ate his breakfast, not saying a word as he observed what was happening.

Once everyone was done eating, everyone then went to the gym to start practice. Around the gym were the four schools in their respective groups. Some were talking, when others were doing stretches. 

“All right,” Kita gained the team’s attention, seeing everyone was here, “let’s start on our group stretches before the coaches come in.”

As the boys made a circle, with Kita in middle leading the stretches, you walked over to the sideline. You sat on the bench, next to Yuna, as you opened your notebook and getting ready to take notes for practice. 

In the corner of your eye, you saw Yuna wincing and holding onto her lower stomach. Understanding what she was feeling, you went into your bag and grab two things from there. Handing them to Yuna, you told her, “Here, this should help.”

“I’m fine,” Yuna glared at you, “I don’t need it.”

“You’re in pain,” you offered her the items again, “the banana will help as well as the pills. It’s going to be a long practice and you’re in pain.”

Giving you a final look, Yuna hesitantly took both muttered, “Thank you.”

Giving her a nod, you looked back at the boys saying, “It’s best to the banana first. I noticed you didn’t eat that much during breakfast.”

Yuna did was you told her, eating the banana first and then taking the pills to help with her cramps. Handing you back the pill bottle, you placed it in your bag. There was an awkward silence between the two as you watched the boys stretching.

“Why did you do that?” Yuna asked, breaking the silence.

“Do what?” You said, giving her a curious look.

“The banana and the pill,” she scoffed, “why did you give me those.”

“You were in pain,” you shrugged.

“Why does that matter to you?” Yuna glared at you, “You hate me and I hate you. You didn’t-shouldn’t have done that.”

“Just because we hate each other doesn’t me I have to be a terrible person,” you looked back at the group. “You were in pain and I’m not going to let you suffer.”

Before Yuna could respond, the coaches arrived, signing everyone to surround them. All the teams stopped their stretching and went to the coaches, surrounding them. Once everyone was surrounded, one of the coaches started to instruct them what will happen today. And with that, the practice was then started.

“Come on Miya,” you said as you two walked to a corner in the gym. “Everyone is gone and you need to say you’re sorry.”

“I will,” Osamu sighed, scrunching over as he followed you. 

“Also,” you turned to face him, “you still haven't answered my question.”

“What question,” Osamu said, leaning against the wall as he curiously looked at you.

“From last night,” you said, grabbing your phone from your pocket, “why are you with Yuna?”

“Oh,” Osamu blinked, “that question.”

“Yeah,” you rolled your eyes, “that question. Are you going to answer it?”

“Fine,” the grey hair male sighed, “just don’t tell Suna or Atsumu.”

“I can’t promise anything.”

Osamu glared at you but you raised an eyebrow at him, waiting for an answer as stared at him. “I’m waiting,” you broke the silence.

“I started to date her because,” Osamu gulped, avoiding your eyes.

“You started to date her because…”

“I started to date her because um,” Osamu said, trying to figure out what to say.

“Because of what Samu?” You heard a voice said behind you. 

Both you and Osamu turned to face the voice. Seeing it was Suna, his hands in his pants as pockets as he slouched over the both of you with a plain look. “Are you going to answer it?” Suna looked at Osamu, “I’m curious as well.”

“W-Well,” Osamu gulped, pointed at you and Suna, “what about you two! Why are you two dating?”

“That doesn’t matter,” you said quickly, “I asked your first.”

“And I’ve been asking!” Osamu said back, pointing to Suna, “I’ve been wondering why you two are dating. He’s been saying I’m in love with you and thinks we should be together! But then he goes out with you!”

“That’s because I realized my feelings for her,” Suna said with boredom, “so what’s your reason with Yuna?”

“Y-You realized your feelings with her?” Osamu said slowly, blinking his eyes repeatedly, looking away.

“You have feelings for me?” You whispered to Suna, looking at him with shock. 

Suna shrugged his shoulders at you, letting out a weak, “Eh,” as a response. You rolled your eyes at him and looked at Osamu, questioning him again, “Are you going to answer?”

“Y-Yeah,” Osamu swallowed, looking at you in the eye, “I’m dating her because… Because when Suna told me you were going on a date I got jealous.

“What?” 

“Oh shit.”

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[myleftpinkytoe]

Frequent, severe headrushes are super weird, bc from the outside it LOOKS super freaky. It's always a fun time (sarcasm) when the uninitiated see a particularly bad one, bc from their perspective it goes like this (steps usually overlap slightly):

1. Me, blinking: "oh, um. Don't freak out"

2. Eyes go unfocused. I stop responding to things said to me

3. I reach for something sturdy, generally miss, then pitch alarmingly to the side as I claw ineffectually at whatever I reached for while falling to the ground

4. On my way down, I begin to shake and twitch uncontrollably

5. I get to the floor, where I sit for a few seconds, still twitching & shaking, then blink a few times. Optional: I begin to gasp for breath.

Which, from the outside, looks fucking insane! Several people have said "you just had a seizure!" (they're not seizures! I'm completely aware the whole time!).

On the inside, it feels like this:

1. Dizziness & tunnel vision. I now have 0-2 seconds to sit down or grab something before I lose the ability to do that in a controlled manner

2. Vision goes. If it's a bad one, hearing is also gone. I can still talk though, so I might say something like "im ok! This is normal! I'll be fine in a minute!" (if it's not REALLY bad, that is)

3. Balance goes. This has a big range of results, ranging from needing to lean against a wall/object/person, to suddenly sitting on the floor, to (my favourite :/) not being fast enough to react before my vision goes and looking like I'm clawing at the object bc I can't see it and I'm no longer 100% sure where it is in relation to my body any more and my fingers are shaking and I can't get a fucking GRIP ON IT. This can also lead to a slow slide to the ground, so like: unfocused eyes, clawing at the wall as I slowly collapse downwards. Best result is getting a firm grip on something then locking my knees and elbows so I don't brain myself during the next step

4. Muscle spasms! Usually happens as I'm falling! My limbs start twitching uncontrollably, which can make my slow, clawing descent look even more alarming! If I'm grabbing something, it also looks alarming!!! If I'm sitting on the floor, is ALSO looks alarming!!!!!

5. Like 5 seconds of waiting for it to pass, shaking uncontrollably, holding onto whatever I can for dear life, unable to see or hear anything, sometimes repeating "I'm OK! Just wait, I'm OK!" if I remember to breathe!

6. (Optional) vision clears and I begin gasping for breath bc sometimes I hold onto whatever I grab so tightly that I forget to breathe! You know when you brace against something and you hold your breath automatically? Yeah, hard to remember to breathe when everything is a spinny, purple-black-green mass of wooOOOAAAAAHHH FUCK

7. Things clear up. I stand up straight and apologize. Someone tells me to drink more water. I laugh awkwardly.

I've hurt myself like 2 times but I've fallen >100 so the track record isn't terrible! It almost always happens within 30s of standing up (although one time it was like 2 minutes later which was inconvenient bc I'd made it to a busy hallway :/), and it's worse if I'm tired, stressed, hungry, or dehydrated, but it also happens when I'm none of those things. It's worse if I've been sitting for a long time, but it can also happen after sitting for 2 minutes.

It's happened a few times when I'm still sitting and I yawn. One time, it happened when I was sitting with someone, and I was like "oh one second", and I folded forward and put my head on my knees to just shake it out, and the person I was with panicked and tried to grab me, and accidentally Kneed Me In The Head! That was a weird time bc like they KNEW I did this all the time so 🤷. School was a good time (sarcasm), bc 5 minutes between classes to get across the building meant I didn't have the luxury of standing up slowly and I fell over like 4 times a day while teachers were like "👀 u ok?"

Sometimes the head rushes are so mild I can mostly ignore them. If I'm walking down an empty hallway and my vision is like "goodbye" but my balance is mostly fine, I'll sometimes just keep walking, maybe list to the side slightly. I prooobably shouldn't do that, but if you're in a busy hallway with a lot of people and you suddenly stop, people will sometimes shove you! Which is annoying! Plus, ive only walked into someone/something while doing this like 3 times in my entire life so again not a terrible track record. It's alwaya fun to walk into someone who came around a corner, blindly grab them bc FUCK, then be like "oh sorry I couldn't see haha".

I've gotten tests done, I've gotten my heart checked, blood drawn, the whole shebang, and apparently I'm fine and just have, like, unusually low blood pressure? Although I haven't actually done that table tilt test, so who knows! It mostly doesn't interfere with my life too much (those 2 injuries happened when I was admittedly way more dehydrated than I should have let myself get), except for Freaking People Out. Honestly people insisting I go to the ER is way more inconvenient than like 90% of the episodes.

I dont really have a reason for posting this, except to maybe ask that people freak out less when it happens? Even if it WAS a seizure, you really should not grab people during an episode, and I've been hurt by people trying to help me more than anything else (those 2 times aren't including other people hurting me while trying help). If we have a close relationship, I might grab onto YOU to hold myself up, and you can definitely hold me back when I do that, but otherwise if I'm falling and shaking, then I can't really control the direction I go in and a SURPRISING number of people end up kneeing me while moving to try to catch me! Also, holding my head directly on a hard, flat surface is WAY more likely to hurt me than letting me hover/ put my own head on my arms so maybe don't force my head down! I don't know why people do that! It hurts!!! If anything, you could put your hand between my head and the hard surface, so I have a soft bumper to hit (tho I almost definitely don't need it tbh), but honestly getting into that position is more likely to smack me in the face so maaaybe just don't.

Oof. You know, I'm always treating this like no big deal, but laid out in a post like this, it DOES seem like a lot? Maybe once the pandemic calms down here I should go get another opinion 🤔

[riftimagines]

Lightbringer Cafe-Ch.1

Ahhh! Its been a while but i return with this random fic im writing! Ill post this on Ao3 and put a link in a bit! You can read it here too if you’d like!

Ao3 link: https://www.archiveofourown.org/works/29356611

Summary: Starting a Cafe is what you wanted to do and you love it! Sometimes though it can be a bit boring and sometimes wish for a little excitement in your day. Well even though the boredom some exciting and fun stuff will happen! These stories are about those days. 

Note: This is a Modern AU

Ships: A variety of ships eventually, even some with the reader. For this chapter Its some awkward, dorky Kayn and a flirty reader!

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New dawn breaks light through the freshly cleaned windows. The smell of coffee just ground for the day filling the air and a slight chill from the cold weather outside that just seems to seep in even with the heater on. Overall, it seems like it’ll be a nice day to day and hopefully the chilly winters day will bring new customers into your lovely Cafe. You walk over to the door and flip the sign that hug on it letting all who walk by know you are open for business. You had just opened this Cafe not too long ago and only recently really started to pick up on business. So far its just been office workers near by and Hipsters that seem to show up. Nothing too interesting yet, not that you’re complaining. Business is business after all. Still, sometimes you wish someone interesting would come through your doors and make your day a little more fascinating, a little spice to your day.

A calm sigh leaves you as you sit on a stool behind the counter, waiting for any customers to walk in. Sometimes it did take a little while for people to come in but with the cold maybe someone will want something warm to drink. Before you have time to get bored waiting the bell on your door chimes to signal you in fact have customers now. You look over at two men walking in. One was and older, seemingly albino man. The other a slightly taller, young man with long black hair. The blue strip in his bangs standing out prominently from his raven locks. The older man walks to the back part of the Cafe where the lights are really not that bright, you really need to change them at some point, and sits down in the corner. He looks to the younger man that followed him and they seem to talk, probably about what to order if you had to guess.

They take a moment more before the younger of the two walks over and grins at you. Looking at him better you have to stop yourself from blushing. He’s very handsome admittedly but you can’t lose your composure over a handsome face now, your working! You just give him a friendly smile back and greet him accordingly.

“Hello, Sir. What would you like today?” You say as politely as possible. He looks up at the menu behind you and mulls over his thoughts. You wait patiently, there was no rush no one else was here anyway. His amber eyes trail back down to you. For a moment you get lost in the honey hues but quickly come back to reality when he speaks.

“I will have a Coffee and a Hot Green Tea, a two sugars and a little milk in the coffee and a little honey in the Tea. You can manage that right?”  His voice was so lovely too until that last quip. You don’t make too much of a scowl at him for that, he could just be having a bad day or something. You just nod for now.

“Of course, One Coffee, two sugars, little milk and a Hot Green Tea with a touch of Honey, coming right up! Oh what name will that be under?” He looks at you confused and scoffs.

“There’s only two customers in here, why do you need to know my name?” You frown fully this time at his rudeness. You walk back up to him and narrow your eyes.

“Because thats just how I do business and I don’t know who the order could be for. For all I know these drinks could be for someone else. That’s why I ask.” He seems a little taken back by the way you talked back to him. He looks like he’s about to say something back when a deeper, gravely voice cuts in.

“Kayn, just give them your name.” The albino man in the corner piped up, effectively shutting up whatever rude remark was coming out of ‘Kayn’s’ handsome face. You are quick to grab a pen and write ‘Cane’ on it just to spite him. You look towards the other man.

“Thank you, Sir. See that wasn’t so hard, sweetie.” He makes a weird face between a pout and confusion and honestly you can’t entirely blame him. You had no idea where that ‘sweetie’ came from but its out there now. You can regret later. With that you turn from him to start warming up some water to seep the Tea, the coffee would be much quicker. Once the water is set to heat up and the coffee cup under the coffee machine you sit on your stool. Good Tea needs properly warmed water and a little patience after all. You sitting there seemed to be an open invitation for Kayn to come up to where you were sitting and pout at you. You look at him and smile.

“Hello there, Sir. Can I help you?” He just huffs, clearly a bit miffed from earlier.

“First, you’re rude to me then you just sit here not getting our order. Are you going to do anything but sit there?” You roll your eyes at him. You have no idea how that guy in the corner can put up with this brat.

“I’m waiting for the water for the Tea to warm up. Im sure your friend over there wants good, hot Tea not cold bitter Tea. There is a process to make fresh tea.” You huff at him and give him an annoyed stare.

“You were so much more attractive before you spoke you know. Maybe you should learn some manners, huh?” He blinks and stares at you for a bit, the slightest dust of pick across his cheeks. So light you could say it was just a change in light. You’re not entirely sure why he’s gone quiet though, maybe you were being rude now. You should probably apologize. Before you can say anything you hear him mutter something very softly.

“You think I’m attractive?” Now its your turn to blink. Could he not see himself in the mirror?

“Yeah, I mean it’s pretty obvious?” He suddenly jumps at you speaking which causes you to jump too. He looks panicked like he just did something terrible.

“I-Uh, Of course I am! Im gorgeous!” You can’t help but laugh at his panic. It seems he unknowingly spoke his thoughts. Rather interesting that he would even think he’s not attractive. To have such doubts when it’s clearly the opposite is a little sad you think. You guess even the most beautiful people must have their doubts. You look at him again and see a much more noticeable redness on him. Perhaps a little mercy will go a long way here.

“Really smooth recovery. Smooth as you hair even.” The redness on his face doesn’t leave but he leans on the counter anyway like he’s the most confident person in the universe. Clearly he’s just a handsome dork it seems. Not that there is anything wrong with that but its kinda nice to know he isn’t a total jerk. You watch the dark haired man cough in to his hand trying to steady himself.

“I thought so. Glad to see you aren’t blind enough to see that.” Ah back to the arrogance it seems. Normally this would put you off but there’s just something deeper to him, like he’s scared of just being himself for some reason. It kinda reminds you of that saying ‘Fake it till you make it’ Its just a ruse to seem cooler then what he is. A part of you is somewhat sad he has to do that, hide what light he has in shadow.

“Even I would have to be pretty blind to miss your pretty face.” He looks away from you for a bit, clearly trying not to look into your eyes. You chuckle a little bit when a whistling sound catches your attention. The water! You get up to go to turn off the heat and begin to seep the tea. Only a couple minutes no more no less. While it seeps you prep the coffee and let it start to brew. A fresh brew took a little longer but you figured maybe you should be a little nicer to Kayn after your teasing. The machine whirs to life and produces a wonderful smelling coffee. The two sugars and a splash of milk is added to it before you place it in front of him. He looks at the cup and can’t help but notice your little ‘Cane’ Spelling on the cup.

“That’s not how you spell my name!” He exclaims. You laugh hardily at his ire and look back at him. You had honestly forgotten about that until just now.

“I’m sorry about that. Though to be fair I did ask you your name and I had to get it from someone else. If you want your name properly spelled next time tell me how to spell it.” He narrows his eyes and crosses his arms.

“Maybe you should learn how to spell.” Oh here we go again you think to yourself. You go back to the tea before you respond and pour it into a cup. Placing it to the side you look at him with a raised eyebrow.

“I did spell it right. That is in fact how you spell “Cane”. If your name is spelled different you should have told me.” He huffs again. You did have a point, he just didn’t like to admit it. While he’s silenced you go back to the tea and grab the honey. Carefully you spoon in just a little bit of the golden substance. The color of it reminding you of the man behind you. His eyes are the same color. You shake the thought from your head and finish up the tea. You place the second cup before him and smile.

“Here you go, honey eyes.” Welp, why you decided to go ahead and say that you’ll never know. The poor man in front of you looks confused and a little flustered.

“Honey eyes?” You want to slap yourself in the head for saying that but it’s too late now isn’t it? You look at him sheepishly and blush a bit yourself.

“Uh, yeah. You’re eyes are the same color as honey. I’m sorry. Thats probably really weird to say, hehe.” Stop being awkward. Oh this just became so much more weird. Why didn’t you just shut up and just take his order? Why do you feel the need to banter? The both of you stand there like sheepish teenagers. It’s Kayn that breaks the silence though.

“I-It’s alright! Uh, you, uh, smell nice! Like this coffee!” As soon as he says that he slaps his forehead and buries his face into his hands. You laugh again at his awkwardness. He was kinda cute when he wasn’t being rude. You decide you like this Kayn much more then the arrogant one from earlier.

“Well I do spend a lot of time around coffee. It was bound to infuse itself into my very being at some point, so thanks.” He peers back at you and openly stays red as he scratches the back of his head. There is an other awkward, flustered pause between you before its broken by the other person in the room.

“Kayn, if you have our drinks then let us leave. You’ll be late to your class, again.” Kayn jolts from his spot as the older albino comes up from behind him so quietly not even you noticed him move.

“Oh! Right, I have them dad. Here’s your tea!” Kayn quickly hands his father the tea and he nods a thanks before heading to the door. Kayn looks to you again awkwardly.

“So then, uh, goodbye. I suppose I’ll stop by again then.” He says. You give him a bright smile and nod.

“I’m looking forward to it, handsome.” You both blush at your boldness and he grips his coffee with both hands before jogging away after his father. The albino looks at him completely confused and Kayn waves him off. The older man looks back at you with suspicion and a part of your soul freezes with that look. Ok then, note to self, handsome’s father is absolutely terrifying. You watch them walk off until you can’t see them anymore. That was quite away to start off the day, you wonder what other encounters you’ll have and if they’ll be as nice as that one.

[taeyongdoyoung]

summary: the forest is your only escape from the everyday troubles with your family until you find danger lurking behind the trees. or rather, danger finds you. your fateful encounter with the vampire ravn leaves you wishing for a different life. you strike an unexpected deal with the stranger that will soon turn into something more…

pairing: vampire!ravn x reader

genre: vampire!au, ANGST, romance, horror

warnings: awkward period mentions, kinkshaming, trespassing, kidnapping, hints of possessiveness, the usual werewolf wants a mate business, manipulation, gaslighting, cleithrophobia, rip y/n

word count: 2.5k

author’s note: im...genuinely so sorry

part one 🌙 part two 🌙 part three 🌙 part four 🌙 part five 🌙 part six 🌙 part seven 🌙 part eight 🌙 part nine 🌙 part eleven 🌙 part twelve 🌙 epilogue

It was a full moon and coincidentally, your moon days had recently arrived. Which usually didn’t bother you that much. But ever since you had started living with Ravn, ever since you had become his girlfriend, your red visitors were not welcome at all. For two very important reasons. One, he refused to touch you like that, because he didn’t want to harm you accidentally. Two, he refused to drink from you, because, yet again, he was putting your safety first. But of course, you couldn’t ignore his needs. You could tell that he was starving.

“Ravn…you should probably go hunting,” you suggested. You had noticed how he flinched every time you got close to him and he didn’t even kiss you, because he was afraid he’d lose all self-control. He looked so damn hungry and devastated that it was breaking your heart. You wanted to take care of him the way he was looking after you, but you knew he would never allow that. So, you proposed the one thing you could think of.

“And leave you here alone? Not a chance,” Ravn shook his head, though you could see how difficult it was for him to restrain his primal urges to feed.

“I could come with you,” you murmured.

“And watch me feed from something else? Not happening,” he scoffed.

You rolled your eyes.

“Come on, it can’t be that different from watching you feed from me,” you pointed out, thinking you were so smart.

“Oh, please,” Ravn laughed. “You rarely watch. You just close your eyes and enjoy it like the depraved little girl you are.”

“Don’t mock me!” you scolded him.

“I’m not,” he smiled sweetly and despite his hunger, Ravn caressed your cheek. “I would never.”

“You should seriously go hunt,” you advised him. “I’ll be waiting for your return.”

“Really? You won’t disappear?”

“I would never,” you whispered softly, mimicking his words.

“Just promise me you’ll stay here. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

You gulped nervously, remembering the recent realization you’d had about your childhood friend turning out to be the very same werewolf who’d followed you a while ago.

“Everything will be okay, Ravn.”

He nodded, trying to reassure both you and himself.

“I’ll be back before you know it,” he promised.

“Be careful out there, yeah?” you felt inclined to say.

Ravn gave you a quick kiss and hurried towards the door.

You looked outside and noticed the full moon emerging from behind a cloud. You remembered reading stories about werewolves being stronger, more dangerous during a full moon. You desperately hoped Ravn wouldn’t run into Leedo during his hunt. He had seen particularly anxious to leave you alone. And you wondered if there was any truth to that myth. Or was he worried for another reason? Whatever the case, something bothered you and you couldn’t fall asleep despite the late hour. As you were tossing and turning, you heard a strange sound coming from the corridor. You pulled the blankets closer to your chin and held the fabric tightly. Had Ravn returned so soon? You thought hunting would take him longer. You wondered if you should get out of bed to greet him. If it was him at all. No, what was happening to you? Such foolish thoughts would only needlessly scare you and you would have nightmares. You got up from bed anyways and walked slowly into the corridor.

“Ravn?” you asked the darkness. But the darkness didn’t reply. “Is that you?”

Your voice quivered helplessly at that last part. Who else could it be? No one knew the exact location of Ravn’s castle. Sure, it was pretty close to the forest but it was hidden away by strong spells that made it extremely difficult to find by mortals. It had taken you some time to get used to it. You could now find your way back home easily. But to a stranger, it would be almost impossible. Almost.

Suddenly, you heard the strange noise again. This time it was coming closer. But you could see nothing. Nobody.

“Hello?” you inquired pointlessly. But no reply came. Just the same old darkness. And then, as quickly as you had gotten out of bed, you noticed two very familiar glowing yellow eyes staring right back at you. No. This couldn’t be happening. It was just a bad dream. You would wake up soon. No. The eyes were now closer, brighter, angrier. And you could only do so much as take a hesitant step back when the werewolf jumped at you.

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You opened your eyes to an unfamiliar setting. A cold, damp floor under your legs. And darkness all around. The only thing you could discern was those cursed yellow eyes. You needed a moment to process. You were not dead. You were still breathing. Which meant that the werewolf…Leedo (you had to remind yourself) had not intended to harm you. Then, what did he want? And how had you ended up here? You realized that you had probably passed out from the sudden shock. You touched your arms, your legs and your face, as if to check you were still intact. Everything was, in fact, in order. Leedo had not harmed you physically. He’d just taken you to an unfamiliar place against your will. If that was the case, you could figure something out, come to an agreement of sorts.

“What do you want from me?” you asked directly. But of course, the werewolf couldn’t respond to you. Not in his animal form, at least. So, he simply growled in what could only be defined as a vaguely threatening but not murderous manner. You didn’t know much about wolves but you had to guess his intentions from the fact that you were not dead (yet). What could you do? Other than wait for the full moon to be over and for the werewolf to return to his human form. To Leedo. Your friend. God, how had you ended up in such a predicament? Your boyfriend was a vampire and your childhood best friend was a werewolf. You would have passed out again if you hadn’t previously had some time to deal with this information. You were too terrified to sleep. You had just gotten kidnapped. So, you just intended to wait for the morning to arrive and save you from the unknown.

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Ravn’s POV

She had been right. I had been too freaking hungry to think straight. I was glad I went hunting. I should have done so earlier instead of risking hurting her accidentally. It would have been fatal. I cared for her more deeply than any other being I’d met during my immortal existence. If anything happened to her, I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself. So, when I returned to my home and didn’t find her peacefully sleeping in her bed, I started panicking rightaway. I checked the library, thinking she was probably there, reading something like the cute little book-lover she was. But no such luck. Then, I tried the kitchen, thinking she was just having a midnight snack. When I couldn’t find her in any of the rooms she would usually go to, I realized something must have gone terribly wrong. She wouldn’t go outside on her own. Not on a full moon. She had promised me. I returned to the first place I’d come looking for her – the bedroom. Then, back to the corridor...I sniffed the air and to my surprise, I caught an unfamiliar scent. A werewolf. No, it wasn’t possible. She would never invite him here, friends or not. Which could only mean one thing. He had taken her. Away from me. And he would pay for it.

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I followed her scent, mixed with the werewolf’s, out of the castle. It was gradually becoming fainter. I couldn’t find her exact location and it was driving me insane. I needed to know where she was, whether she was safe. She wouldn’t do this to me, right? She wouldn’t leave without a word. Not after everything we’d been through. I had to trust her. I kept going after their trails down the road and near the river. But the minute my feet touched the cold water, the scent disappeared. Sneaky bastard. The werewolf had probably pushed them forward through the river on purpose so that I’d lose their track. I could go no further because I knew not where to go.

It suddenly hit me. Even though Seoho wanted to stay away from me for the time being, because he was fearful that Y/N would betray our secrets to the humans, he was the only one I could turn to. He was my best friend and I needed his help. He would know what to do. He could probably make a tracking spell. I’d give him an object of hers and he’d snap his magical fingers and we’d find them, right? That was the only way. I sighed and hurried out of the forest and towards the town where Seoho resided, a couple of miles from here. I could only pray that I would be fast enough. That I would get his help and that we’d manage to get to her before it was too late. If that damn werewolf hurt her…I would kill him and then, myself for letting it happen. Fuck. I shouldn’t have been so selfish. Leaving her alone to go hunting during a full moon. What was I thinking? She must have been so scared…My poor, brave girl. I would find her, I vowed to myself. No matter the consequences.

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Reader’s POV

In the morning, you opened your eyes. Despite your terror, you had managed to get some sleep. Above you, you could faintly see a glimmer of light coming from a very strange hole on the roof of…whatever this was. But all around you, there were metal bars. And no key. Once the moon was no longer visible, you witnessed the impossible. Well, by now you were fairly convinced that the impossible was very much part of your reality. However, it was one thing suspecting that the werewolf who’d followed you was your best friend, Leedo. And it was another seeing his transformation for yourself. It was terrifying to look at and you couldn’t imagine how he felt actually experiencing it. You mentally scolded yourself. You weren’t supposed to pity him. He had kidnapped you. Taken you away from your boyfriend, from your home. Friend or not, Leedo no longer deserved your sympathy, you had to remind yourself. He was different from the kid you remembered and you had to make peace with that one way or another.

“Y/N, did I hurt you?” were Leedo’s first words once he had regained his human form.

Oh, great. He was concerned. How was that supposed to make you dislike him?

“Why am I here, Leedo?” you groaned, exasperated.

“You’re not surprised? That I am…well, you saw what I am.”

You rolled your eyes.

“I suspected it, to be honest,” you announced smugly. “Will you respond to my question?”

Leedo ran a hand through his sweaty hair.

“You’ll think I’m crazy.”

“Try me,” you challenged him bravely.

“Listen…it wasn’t supposed to happen like that. But during the full moon, I have a hard time controlling my urges and…you’re already here so, I might as well…”

You blinked at him in confusion.

“What on earth are you talking about?”

“I think you’re my mate.”

“Duh, we’ve been friends since kids,” you replied.

“No, that’s not what I meant…To werewolves, having a mate is different than having a friend. You wouldn’t understand.”

“Don’t underestimate my intelligence, Leedo,” you scoffed.

“Okay, then,” he laughed. “It means you’re my soulmate. That the moon destined us to be together. That…I want, no, I need to make you mine.”

Oh, God. He’d really lost his mind, huh?

“First of all, I don’t believe in destiny,” you snapped at him. “We choose who to be with. Second of all, do you really think kidnapping me is the right way to make me…I can’t even say it,” you hissed angrily. “I don’t belong to anyone but myself.”

Leedo nodded sadly.

“I know it’s a lot to process…”

“No, it’s not. You’re just delusional.”

“Listen…I don’t know what that boyfriend of yours brainwashed you but whatever lies he’s been feeding you, forget about it.”

Oh, you wished you could laugh at the irony, but it was impossible, because you couldn’t risk exposing your boyfriend’s secret. Leedo had it all wrong. Instead of lies, you had been feeding Ravn something else.

“You don’t even know him,” you said through clenched teeth.

“I know enough,” Leedo replied. “I could smell death all over that castle of his. He’s a vampire, isn’t he?”

You stood, completely wide-eyed and speechless. How had he figured it out so quickly? The same way Ravn had known Leedo was a werewolf, perhaps. Maybe supernatural creatures had a special way of spotting or sensing other beings, that was the only explanation. In any case, you could neither confirm it, nor deny it. If you lied, Leedo would see right through you, you were such a terrible liar. If you said the truth, you would be betraying your boyfriend’s secret. So, you just remained silent.

“I knew it,” Leedo continued. “Did he drink from you? Did you know that vampires’ fangs have a venom that’s capable of controlling humans? Whatever he made you do, it’s not real. He took away your free will, Y/N. And you accuse me of kidnapping you,” he shook his head as if it was funny.

You had not, in fact, known that. It wasn’t in any of the books you’d read on vampires. And Ravn had never mentioned it. Could you really believe Leedo? Whatever he said, you didn’t care. Ravn had never treated you with anything other than respect and utmost care. He wasn’t the villain in your story. He had never made you do anything against your will. And you loved him.

“He did no such thing!” you shouted passionately, completely forgetting about the fact Ravn’s secret was now exposed and transfixed by the idea to defend his virtue. “I stayed with him out of my own free will, because my parents were assholes who loved money more than they ever loved me!”

“You don’t have to stay with him anymore,” Leedo said. “You can stay with me.”

“In this cold, damp place in the middle of nowhere?” you spat out sarcastically. “I’d rather die!”

“Don’t say that,” Leedo grabbed your arms and you tried to push him away but he was too strong. “I can make you happy.”

You began shaking.

“Don’t you see you’re scaring me?” you whimpered. You were trapped. You were so far away from home and you couldn’t escape. You wanted out. You felt as if you were suffocating. “Please, Leedo, you have to let me go. If you ever cared for me, you’ll let me go…”

“I can’t,” he let go of your arms but took a step back, as if to remind you of the situation you were in. You were suddenly very aware of the metal bars surrounding you like a cage. You were the bird and your wings had been clipped.

“I will never love you the way you want me to,” you vowed, tears of frustration and fear falling down your cheeks.

“Give it time,” Leedo smirked. “You’ll change your mind.”

“I won’t.”

To be continued…

[hualicn]

Just a lil Mork/Sun fic that's a lil angsty but super cute. Mork makes Sun upset and Sun decides to have a few shots to ease his mind..

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Sun flinches as the door to the cafe slammed shut. Mork and him had just had a fight and now he was left standing alone.

Sun went to go flip the sign to 'closed' and gathered any dirty coffee cups, starting the process of closing the store and ignoring any negative feelings that tried to bubble up inside of him.

Sun finished counting the register and recorded whatever money they mad that day when he finally let himself feel the words Mork had yelled at him. Maybe it wasn't that big of a deal but he was particularly sensitive whenever Mork got upset with him and genuinely didn't know how to handle it. So when he noticed the bottle of vodka that Rain seemed to be hiding he decided to have a little.

Sun took a shot and winced, it had been awhile since he had a drink, then sat down to evaluate what he had just done. Pretty soon he started getting fidgety, too much on his mind that he didn't want to get stuck thinking about so he got up and decided to start baking.

Baking had always been an escape for Sun, attempting a new recipe or kneading some dough go get his mind off of whatever life had to throw at him.

The cafe was running low on chocolate cake so he decided to start a new batch, the recipe already ingrained in his memory. After sifting the dry ingredients to the wet Sun started up the espresso machine (a shot of espresso was his secret ingredient to make the cake extra chocolatey) and then downed another shot.

Sun wasn't one to normally drink and after just two shots he started to feel a little tipsy but was still able to get the cake into the oven without fail.

After starting the timer for the cake Sun figured he could start some puff pastry as well so that it would be ready in the morning. Before that though he had to clean up the bowls from the cake which he did quickly before taking a third shot of vodka.

Sun winced again, the burn only seeming to feel worse, but also leaned into it since it helped him to forget the argument he had with his boyfriend.

Next thing he knew Sun was cracking eggs into some flour and using his hands to combine the ingredients.

After rolling out the dough, and folding it a few times, he was wrapping it up and sticking it in the fridge. Once again he cleaned up his bowls and sat down until the cake was ready to be pulled out of the oven.

About five minutes before the cake was done Sun got restless and decide a fourth shot of vodka wouldn't hurt. He downed his shot glass but this time when he put down the small glass he knocked it over and it shattered all over the floor.

Sun muttered a curse to himself before stumbling back into the counter. He took a second to compose himself, trying to sober himself up a little so he could clean up his own mess.

Just as he was about to grab a broom he heard the distinct sound of a bell, signalling that the front door had been opened.

Sun looked up and locked eyes with Mork. Mork paused, looking right into Sun's eyes, and the two froze in place. Sun felt as he had been caught doing something terrible and little did he know Mork felt the same way. Usually this time of night Sun would be fast asleep but here he was standing in the kitchen looking like he had just been caught stealing from the cafe.

"What are you doing still up?" Mork asked finally snapping out of his trance.

"Just baking." Sun said casually, a little bite to his tone, still not over the fight he had with his boyfriend.

"It's almost midnight, you're usually in bed by now." Mork said then noticed the bottle of vodka on the counter.

"Have you been drinking?" Mork asked stepping closer to Sun who still had not moved since Mork enetered.

"Be careful!" Sun yelled when Mork got behind the counter. Mork froze but noticed the broken glass on the floor that Sun had been warning him about.

"You're really that drunk you broke glass?" Mork asked with a smirk on his face.

"You're an asshole" Sun muttered still not moving from his spot.

Mork didn't wait for a response and went to cleaning up the mess his boyfriend had made. As much as he wanted to scold Sun for acting in such a childish manner it was a little endearing that Mork could have such an affect on the older man.

Once the broken glass was swept up and thrown away Sun went to sit down without saying a word to his savior. Mork just sighed and poured a glass of water to bring to his sulking boyfriend.

"Im sorry" Mork said handing over the cup of water.

"I don't want it." Sun said looking away.

"My apology or the water?"Mork said sitting down.

"Both." Sun huffed out.

Mork put the water down infront of Sun and stared at him until he responded.

"I'm not gonna forgive you if that's what you're waiting for." Sun finally said.

"No, but the least you could do is drink some water. I know you never drink, your head must be spinning." Mork said pushing the glass closer to him.

As much as Sun didn't want to admit it, he was right. He never drank and right now his eyes were heavy and he was so dizzy he couldn't think straight. He was lucky he was sitting down or else he would be swaying side to side but he wouldn't admit this to Mork, not while he was still mad.

Sun hesitantly took the water and gulped down half the cup before setting it back down, still holding his head high to show he hasn't forgiven his boyfriend. To be honest Sun didn't even remember what they fought about anymore but he knew he was mad.

They say in silence for a few minutes, Mork still staring at Sun and Sun concentrating more on the water in front of him. Suddenly there was a loud beeping sound signalling that the cake was done in the oven. Sun stood up quickly but immediately regretted it as he started to lose his balance, the alcohol in his system not agreeing with him.

Mork got up and was by his side before Sun could grab the table to balance.

"I got you" Mork said grabbing his arm and holding him steady.

"I'm still mad at you" Sun mumbled under his breathe.

"Yeah I know" Mork chuckled back.

"Sit back down I'll take the cake out of the oven" Mork said forcing Sun to take a seat.

Sun decided to listen to his boyfriend and sat back down, watching Morks every move to make sure he didnt mess up his precious chocolate cake.

Sun started to lean forward on the table, the affects of the alcohol taking over and making him fall asleep. When Mork walked back over Sun was practically in dream land but flinched awake at his touch.

"C'mon let's go to bed" Mork said guiding him up the stairs.

"Mm perfectly capable of getting myself to bed." Sun muttered as Mork guided him to bed.

Mork got him through the bedroom door and Sun plopped right into their mattress, eyes already closed.

Mork was able to get off Sun's jeans and t-shirt so he would be comfortable before getting himself ready to sleep.

"Hey Mork?" Sun asked as Mork started getting under the covers.

"Yeah?" Mork asked as Sun snuggled into his side.

"What were we fighting about?" Sun asked.

"I don't remember." Mork responded.

"Mm neither do I" Sun said back to him as he sighed into his chest.

Mork wrapped his arm around his boyfriend who relaxed under his grip. He smiled, glad he could be in love with someone like Sun, someone who was so easy to love.

[mousehole5000]

more tgcf chapters 143-173 lets goooooo

PEI MING BOO HISS except actually okay he’s mostly funny i think but still boo hiss

“hey who’s this guy who’s really pissed at you?” “oh thats my sword. i broke it.” alright then!

i think i need to go back and reread the banyue pass arc bc im still confused as to whats going on with banyue and pei su

“Banyue dropped from the sky with two pots raised. Without a word, she plummeted with the mouths of the pots facing down, trapping and detaining the shocked Ming’guang and the roaring Ke Mo within.” - THATS MY GIRL

“It must be known that, to heavenly officials, it certainly was more than natural for kingdoms of the mortal realm to fight and annihilate one another; the acts of these plays progressing on endlessly. But when it came their own turn, it was often hard to let things go. If one must stand in the same court as the one who annihilated their own kingdom, and that man cavorted in the heavens, exceedingly flashy, then it must be vexing.” - hmmmm!!

“I’ve spoken too many words in this lifetime. What are you referring to?” - okay to be fair thats a mood

okay its nice to get some pei ming backstory and its funny that he and xie lian are bonding but also still whenever pei ming interacts with a female character my hackles rise like a cat lol

“Xie Lian watched as Banyue thought really hard before cheerfully pulling out a few long, wine-red scorpion-snakes, and putting them into the bubbling pot.” - THATS MY GIRL

“Although “smell” was something colourless and formless, the instant Banyue removed the pot cover, it was as if some mysterious physical object had twisted all the air around the mouth of that pot. The group stared at the sight within the pot for a long time. Their pupils reflected an endless, bottomless darkness; like it could pull them into the abyss. No words could describe the sentiment expressed within their eyes. A moment later, Xie Lian patted Banyue’s shoulder and gave a thumbs-up.” - like father-figure like daughter-figure. amazing.

“However, what if one day mortals discovered something completely new that ran faster than horses? Then, when this new invention overtook horses, worshippers of this heavenly official who controlled horses would inevitably decrease. Such heavenly officials, flashing by like shooting stars, made up the majority of the heavens.” - obsessed with this, genuinely. life and change. worship and its purpose. my religious studies diploma on my wall is screaming at me rn. ALSO i am once again thinking about celebrities

“...” It was only then that Pei Ming seemed to notice, and started to contemplate this question. A moment later, he answered, “A habit. In a dark, creepy place like this, isn’t it normal to hold women in your arms, to comfort them and calm their fears?” “I’m sorry, but I wasn’t scared,” Banyue said.” - BANYUE I LOVE YOU. I MISSED YOU SO MUCH. god this takes me back to every college party i ever went to

LING WEN BACKSTORY????? shoeseller chosen for godhood bc she wrote a political essay and got arrested...... and now she’s face to face with the official who appointed her..... do go on.....

“Ling Wen laughed out loud, seeming to be enraged, and her voice dropped. “Very well! You said I couldn’t reach that high. Then, might I ask you: had the prominence of the Palace of Jing Wen at its peak ever reached even the knees of my Palace of Ling Wen??” - GET HIM!!!! BOO HISS JING WEN

“Compared to you, I’m not that bad,” Ling Wen said. “You’d personally order me to stay in the Palace of Jing Wen until midnight, then turn around and say I shamelessly hang around ‘til late to harass you. Words murder without form; I was much nicer responding with blatant violence.” - ling wen im love you..... also this bit... feels Real

BLOOD RAIN BLOOD RAIN BLOOD RAIN!! FLOWER PETALS TRANSFORMATION!!! see hua cheng? look as how cool it can be when you leave the story for a little while!! bc then you get to return and make an entrance!!

“Not only can you bring forth bloody rain, you can also make flowers shower. I didn’t know that. How fun!” - cute!! and in that moment we were all xie lian

“Everyone was stunned by his deed, and Ling Wen arduously gave him a thumbs-up. ”Ol’ Pei, what a man!” Pei Ming gritted his teeth. “WELCOME!” - aww three two tumors buddies!!

okay yin yu is here and xie lian did the equivalent of asking someone when the baby is due only to find out theyre not pregnant at all. then rong guang taunts yin yu and no one says anything. i do love the amount of awkward moments in this book tbh sometimes there are no words.

“All around was sand and mud crushing at him, exceedingly suffocating. The sand and mud was also moving endlessly; the feeling was like he was swallowed into the stomach of a giant monster, and that monster had also eaten a bunch of other things besides him, tumbling everything in its stomach, trying to digest” - ooooh creepy!!! the red string thing... is cute.... also xie lian being able to see hua cheng’s butterfly vision by looking directly into his eye is kinda cool. and obviously homoerotic.

“Are lower-ranked heavenly officials below other people?” Quan Yizhen asked. “No,” Yin Yu replied. Were they not? It was obvious that he himself didn’t believe in his own words, and Quan Yizhen also noticed. A good while later, he said bluntly, “I don’t like it here.” Yin Yu said nothing.” - im having emotions. and then yin yu also saying he doesnt like it there either.... also idk how this scene is going to play out but as much as im enjoying quan yizhen being an icon i can also possibly see how yin yu could eventually get to the point of “i am tired of being nice. i do just want to go apeshit” even if he really cares about qyz. it happens </3

“Indeed,” Hua Cheng said. “Half a year later when Quan Yizhen actually ascends, he won’t find it so funny anymore.” “Can we watch that part too?” Xie Lian asked. “We can. Hold on,” Hua Cheng replied.” - quan yizhen king of taking things literally. also why did this turn into hualian having a movie night

jian yu seems like the kind of asshole who would purposely give someone regular soda when they specifically asked for diet soda. god yin yu is really having a bad day i really feel for him in the whole situation with the brocade immortal

awww okay at least jian yu tried to take responsibility. im still mad at him tho that was objectively a terrible idea. god this whole situation sucked :(

“Rocks and earth crushed at them from all around, forcing their bodies to press tightly against one another, their faces brushing, their ears warm. Although it wasn’t the right time, a thought flashed through Xie Lian’s mind: “‘To die buried together’ doesn’t feel so bad.” - okay... im kind of emotional.... gay people....

okay obviously these murals and the prince of wuyong have some connection (im guessing pretty direct) to xie lian and are important but everytime they start analyzing one i feel like im back in art history class fhadskfhskjdhf not that thats a bad thing!! i liked art history a lot tbh

“Don’t worry, they’re not human,” Hua Cheng said. “It’s precisely because they’re not human that we have to worry, alright….” Xie Lian thought.” - goth ghost bf problems

xie lian: well, there is one person i trust more than anyone else, someone who’s first in my mind hua cheng, oblivious: oh :/ xie lian, also oblivious: what? hua cheng: you shouldnt trust so easily its dangerous xie lian: oh. haha. yeah. well. wanna,,, know who it is? hua cheng: its :) fine :) it :) doesnt :) matter :) but of course you can tell me if you want to gege xie lian, internally: well now ive made it weird hua cheng, 5 minutes later: actually i need you to tell me. right now. its totally for your security me: gay people smh

“As they suspected, he had been captured by Qi Rong. Although no one was bound by ropes, there were balls of greasily green ghost fires hovering over every one of their heads.” - completely off track but anybody else remember the great green globs of greasy grimy gopher guts song

“Could there actually come a day when Qi Rong was embarrassed that someone might see the manner in which he ate? Before Xuan Ji entered, she put Guzi down. Guzi, ta-ta-ta, ran in, rushing straight to Qi Rong’s side. But when he saw him, he pointed his finger. He cried, “Dad is eating bad things in secret again!” “I’m not!” Qi Rong retaliated.” SCREAM IS QI RONG LEARNING THE POWER OF LOVE NOOOO also god that poor man whose body he has im starting to doubt if he’ll ever be free jimmy novak flashbacks

everytime we get another ghost king power somewhere someone should be writing hua cheng the cyborg bf in a high tech futuristic au i think thats the only other potential setting that could truly capture this wild ride

“In truth, throughout history, there was no man in the world who didn’t love bragging. A breeze could blow the handkerchief of a brothel girl into a man’s hand, and he would turn around and say the most beautiful of renowned escorts had fallen in love with him; holding shoes and wiping benches for the emperor’s mistress’s uncle’s grandson’s cousin’s mistress would for sure become him being an important administrator at the residence of royal relatives, raising his status. Thus, men who didn’t brag were a rare species.” - SCREAM this is going in my favorite tgcf quotes folder god... mxtx come here let me shake your hand

read the story of rain master yushi huang’s ascension. why am i crying. also this bit im crying again me with my stuffed animals “Thus, while Yushi Huang was cultivating at the Temple of Yulong, every time when she went to seek water and passed that door, she would rub the head of that ox. The door knocker soaked in her essence of life, and when the Rain Master ascended, the ox ascended with her.”

okay thats enough for now i have 7 more chapters to book 4!!! woo!!!

[saibh29]

Apologies

Pairings: Jay Halstead x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of Games.... 

AN: Disclaimer once more, I’m not a doctor, don’t follow any sort of medical advice I might write about the only place i’ve gotten it from is google and we all know how effective Dr Google is. 

You and Jay meet Will’s new girlfriend for the first time. 

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“Hey Will” you’d found the red headed Halstead brother pacing back and forth outside the nurse’s station on the Cardiology floor. “Will?” he hadn’t responded to your first call, had just continued to pace. “Yo, WILL!”

Finally, he stopped spinning around to face you. “Y/n” he quickly came back over to yank you into his chest squeezing you like a boa constrictor would it’s prey.

“Will, breathing becoming an issue here”

“Oh” he pushed you away from him equally as violently as he’d grabbed you. “sorry”

“Yeah” you rubbed at your chest staring at him curiously. “I guess asking if you’re ok is kind of a redundant question at this point”

“I'm fine”

“Hmmm” biting your lip you stared at Will. “Is it shocking to you if I don’t really believe that?”

He scrubbed one hand over his face and up through his hair, disrupting the normally perfect quiff he was so proud of. “Jay called you?”

“Yeah”

“You got dragged out of work? sorry”

Shrugging you hit him lightly on the arm “you kidding, my new class of 7 year olds more resemble a pack of wild hyena’s than actual children. Any excuse was a good one” Will smiled at that. “Where is he?”

“Pop? Over there” he jerked his chin over to a bay at the other side of the cardio ward. “Still as stubborn and idiotic as ever”

“A trait he shares with his sons”

“You deal with it well enough”

“I'm a sucker for punishment, obviously, I put up with your brother after all”

Will wrapped his arm around your shoulders pulling you into his side once more, this time though he at least didn’t seem to be trying to force all the oxygen out of your body.

“Well, none of us know how you manage it, but I'm glad you do”

“Find your own girl Will” Jay had clearly parked the car and found out where you’d all gone to. He didn’t though move you away from his brother, he’d at least conquered that much of his jealously or brotherly competitiveness anyhow. Finally. It had only taken him nearly a year. “Oh, wait you did! You just won’t let us meet her”

“boys” this was a well-worn argument over the past few months. Will had moved in with his girlfriend Nina to try and save money. He hadn’t however even let his brother meet this girlfriend, a sore point for Jay. “do you think that just maybe, this, with your father going into heart failure, isn’t the right time to have this argument, again?”

“But…”

“Nope” moving away from Will you smacked a hand over your boyfriend’s mouth shaking your head at him. “Do not make me pull out my teacher voice Halstead”

Jay for some insane reason decided it would be good idea to lick your hand at this point. You snatched it away grimacing at him. “Really?”

“Worked didn’t it”

“Child” you wiped your hand on Jay’s chest, drying it on his shirt.

This time you were pulled into a different Halstead’s body as Jay hugged you into his side. You liked Will a lot over the time of your and Jay’s relationship he’d become a surrogate big brother to you as well, being close to Jay though was completely different. You relaxed into him in a very different manner to how you’d been with Will.

“Will?”

The female voice coming from behind you all made everyone spin. A small blonde was stood in medical scrubs looking awkwardly between the three of you.

“Nina!” Will sounded more than a little shocked at finding her there.

“Don’t you dare be weird” you hissed at Jay spinning to put your back to Will and Nina “he already didn’t want us to meet her. This is not the greatest way to do so and the last thing we need is any of your dad jokes”

“What makes you think…”

“Don’t even try to pull the innocent act Jay Halstead. I know you all to well for that”

“Fine” he held up his hands in just that innocence act. “Best behaviour”

Turning back to Will you both plastered smiles on your faces as the blonde was pulled forwards. Will’s eyes were flicking between you and Jay rapidly, not settling on either of you for very long. He was so nervous that it was almost painful.

“Nina, this is my brother Jay and his girlfriend Y/N”

“Hi” you smiled encouragingly at Nina. “It’s so nice to finally meet you. Isn’t it Jay” you elbowed your still silent boyfriend who was staring unashamedly at poor Nina.

“Uh, yeah. Lovely” the smile on his face was so fake that he was starting to resemble the joker from the batman comics.

“Nice to meet both of you as well. Will talks about you a lot”

“He does? Since when?”

“Jay” you hissed once more, digging your elbow more firmly into his side as Nina’s smile faded a little.

Will took hold of Nina’s hand and quickly led her over towards where his dad was resting. Poor woman, having to meet Jay and Pat in one day.

“Seriously Jay?” turning on your boyfriend you levelled him with your best teacher stare “that was friendly?”

“Wasn’t it?”

“For a guy who’s been arguing nonstop with his brother about meeting this girl you can understand my confusion about when you met said girl and act like a giant fudge bucket”

“Fudge bucket?”

“I have a class of 30, 7-year olds. I need alternative cursing methods” waving away the explanation you continued to stare at him. “What is going on with you?”

“I expected something different”

“You expected something different? Different like what?” Jay didn’t answer. “You expected another Natalie?”

“Well… didn’t you?”

Sighing you looked over at the cubicle that Will and Nina had gone into. You couldn’t see either of them anymore but the fact that no one was screaming meant that probably Pat was at least behaving himself a little.

Had you expected another Natalie Manning? Maybe… but even so, that didn’t mean that Will wasn’t allowed to be happy with whoever he chose.

“It’s none of our business Jay” you eventually settled on. “He gets to pick who he dates”

“I like Natalie”

“We all like Natalie. That isn’t the point”

“What is the point then?”

“The point is you were a tool to a girl who has done absolutely nothing wrong. So Detective Halstead you get that fine looking ass moving, march right in there and apologise to her”

Jay’s eyes flashed “Yes Ma’am”

Reaching out he grabbed your hips and dragged you back into his body putting his face close to your own. “This isn’t apologising Jay”

“You know it’s sexy when you go all teacher on me”

“Really?”

He kissed your nose before moving down to your mouth taking his time to leave you breathless and flushed.

“So, if I apologise to Nina you want to play student and teacher later on?”

Smirking a little you kissed him this time. “Let’s see how well you apologise and then we’ll see”

“Way to motivate me”

“I know, now march”

Grinning Jay did finally let you go and the two of you went over to the cubicle as well. Jay would apologise well, he always did. Sure, sometimes he could be a dick, his temper got away with him or his terrible foot in mouth disease. It did mean though that he was fairly adapt at saying he was sorry. Which meant, that you got to play a game tonight. One that he was also very good at.

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[rosaline-kei]

What a Marry, Merry Christmas! (part 1)

Disclaimer:I do not own Shingeki no Kyojin / Attack on Titan nor its characters.

Fandom:  Shingeki no Kyojin / Attack on Titan

Parts: 「1」/  「2」

Chapter 1′s Title: Hanji

Synopsis: "I love you Hanji Zoe, will you marry me?"

Rated: T

Pairings: Levi Ackerman / Hanji Zoe, minor Eren Jaeger / Mikasa Ackerman

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Author’s Note : again wow im late its not even christmas here anymore im so disappointed in myself smH. Anyways, merry christmas and happy holidays to y’all :) enjoy this cringe i wrote a year ago on ff net sigh; im gonna regret publishing this here lol

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Mikasa had been playing with her daughter, Sachiko. Well, that was until she was disturbed by a loud thud at her door. The two of them flinched upon hearing the loud thud, curious as to what or who it was at their doorstep.

"Stay here, Sachiko." Mikasa had instructed before she approached the door cautiously. Sachiko gave a small obedient nod, restraining herself from letting curiosity get the better of her. The last thing Mikasa hoped it was, was a burglar at her doorstep who failed miserably at his or her plan. Then again, what idiot burglar would charge straight at a door, creating a racket? Well, whatever. Christmas was coming, the day of giving and gifting, and Mikasa didn't mind giving the burglar a nice punch to his or her stomach, that is, if it's a burglar.

Looking through the peephole, Mikasa relaxed her shoulders before she heaved out a heavy sigh to see who it was.

"Mama? Who is it?" Sachiko queried curiously.

"Who do you think would charge straight at a closed and locked door before knocking on it?" Mikasa groaned. Before Sachiko could answer, Mikasa unlocked and opened the door to reveal none other than Hanji, who was still murmuring, "ow, ow, ow…"

"Four-eyes!" Sachiko exclaimed eagerly before she sprinted over to Hanji. Mikasa's daughter had picked up that nickname from her uncle, Levi, who would often call her that. Hanji wasn't too bothered by her calling her that, it was more of she missed the times where she'd call her 'big sis Hanji'. It just had more of a nice ring to it, at least to Hanji.

"Ah, little Sachi!" Hanji giggled a little before embracing the little girl who jumped into a grasp. "And how many times have I told you that I'm big sis Hanji, not four eyes." Hanji had pouted as she tickled the girl a little, Sachiko laughed. "Okay! Okay! I'm sorry big sis Hanji!"

Mikasa only heaved out another sigh, shaking her head. A cold wind blew by, the snow following the breeze—which was thankfully not to Mikasa's direction. It reminded the raven it was winter—that it was freezing out. "Hurry on and come in, before either one of you catch a cold." Mikasa chided.

After being welcomed in, Hanji sat on the couch while Mikasa went to quickly brew them some tea. Shortly, she returned with three cups of herbal tea. After passing one to Hanji, the brunette took a quick slurp out of it. "I don't know what is it with you Ackermans and tea, but whatever you all make it's so good!" Hanji exclaimed.

"That shorty taught me when we were younger. So ask him. Anyway, what are you doing here?" Mikasa queried as she passed the next cup to Sachiko, who nodded a small thanks as she began to sip it slowly.

"Ahaha… well, you see…" Hanji murmured, before she started to explain her so-called predicament that she was now stuck in. Long story short, she didn't know what to get for her boyfriend, Levi. After listening to Hanji's rant about how hard is it to get a gift for Levi for about five minutes, Mikasa had cut her off. "And why does that bring you here?"

"Because you're an Ackerman! And he's an Ackerman! So, you should know what the best thing I could get him is! I mean, Ackerman logic!"

"Hanji…it doesn't work that way—ah, whatever." Mikasa sighed, it wasn't worth the effort to explain it to her. "You've been in a relationship with him for quite a long while, and you've already gifted him gifts before during Christmas, so why are you suddenly asking for help? I me—"

"That's because I heard from Erwin that he got something extremely, extremely amazing for me! And I… I don't want to… disappoint him…!" Hanji reasoned, with a small frown. Truth be told, Hanji had called Erwin not too long ago to ask what she should get for Levi. Unintentionally, the male had accidentally let it slip that Levi had gotten something major for her. Not to mention he said it was something so great, it'll bring her to tears. By the time Erwin realised he had accidentally let those 'secrets' slip, Hanji had ended the call before sitting out in the snow as she debated for a long while, about many things.

'What should I get for Levi?' Hanji pondered. It can't be anything less than what 'major' gift Levi had gotten for her, according to Erwin. It just can't. She wouldn't allow it. Not to mention, Christmas was Levi's birthday as well. So it had to be twice as special. Sure, she had given him gifts to Levi that she knew he truly liked, that he truly treasured. But the way Erwin had described Levi's gift… she now had the worry of what if it wasn't good enough?

It was a silly thing to worry, but still. Not to mention, Levi had recently been acting a little… weird.

But, no matter how long Hanji pondered in the snow, no gift came to her mind that'd be perfect for her boyfriend. At that realization, she groaned in misery before over-dramatically falling face-flat into the snow.

Then, that's when it came to her. By Ackerman logic, she'll just have to ask her. And that's how she ended up at Mikasa's.

It didn't take Mikasa long to notice the troubled look Hanji wore. She could understand how she felt, to a certain extent. "Hanji, I know that you may feel bad and worried, if Levi thinks your gift is terrible or if you think your gift is not good enough as compared to whatever that shorty is getting you. But—"

"Ah! So you understand me! So does that mean you'll help me get an amazing enough gift for h—"

"No." Mikasa answered bluntly, causing Hanji to pout before sipping her tea in a frustrated way. "Listen, Hanji. It's not that I don't want to help you. I don't mind helping you, it's just… ultimately, your gift for that shorty, your boyfriend, should come from your heart, your heart only." Mikasa explained, hoping she'd understand. "Besides… if you knew what I got for him, you would think twice about asking me." Mikasa sighed.

"Mikasa… I see…" Hanji murmured, in a soft way. Mikasa took it that she understood what she meant. But that wasn't exactly the case. "Well… now that you understand—"

"You, Mikasa Ackerman, just don't want to help me because you already got an amazing, major and spectacular gift for Levi!" She accused, sounding all grumpy. Mikasa stared at her blankly, blinked her eyes and then glanced at the drink she had given Hanji. It wasn't alcohol. Mikasa glanced again to double check and that herbal tea sure as hell wasn't alcohol, and yet, she was acting like a whiny child. Even Sachiko, her own daughter, was amused by her reaction.

"Hanji… that's not what I said and didn't you hear what I just said?"

"What did you get for Levi?" Hanji pouted, demanding an answer as well as ignoring her question.

"Hanji—"

"Tell meee!" She whined a little, and Mikasa couldn't help but bring her hand up to her face and just face-palmed herself. She couldn't believe she had to deal with… this.

"If Mama doesn't tell you, I'll tell you!" Sachiko exclaimed with a little smile. But even as she said this, she shyly turned towards her mother as if to seek permission. Mikasa shrugged in response, it wasn't as if it was a huge secret anyway. She was sure Levi would know about it anyway, what she had planned to give him.

"Mama got his favourite brand of detergent that just released its new model, its lemon scented by the way!" She grinned before continuing, "And I got him a mop! But not just any mop! The super absorbent and high quality one!"

At first, Hanji wasn't sure if she was pulling a prank on her. She looked to Mikasa, who gave a nod as if to confirm it. But even so, she remained in denial. "… You're kidding. What about Ere—"

"Oh? Papa? He's out shopping with Uncle Armin for gifts now. I think he's getting him a broom or… something." Sachiko shrugged. Hanji responded with a blank look, before grabbing Sachiko's shoulders and rocked her back and forth—in a playful manner, of course.

"Ehhhh? Sachi, you must be joking! It's not even April fool's! Don't you know Christmas is also his birthday? Don't you want to get him something extra special? I mean… I can see why Mikasa wouldn't want to… but—"

"Eh? But Four eyes…—" Sachiko giggled a little as she called out to Hanji, who then paused in her rocking action. "It's Big sis Hanji..!" Hanji groaned, cutting her off with a sigh, as if she felt defeated… for whatever reason. Well, regardless of whatever defeat, she still had it in her to correct Sachiko.

"Big sis Hanji." Sachiko corrected, with a small smile. "I know it's his birthday too! And that mop is super extra special! It's very absorbent! I know Uncle Levi will just love it!"

Hanji looked up at her a little, with a small puzzled look. "How do you know he'll love it…?"

"Well, the mop is just perfect for his small and short height!" Sachiko started off, Mikasa resisted the urge to laugh at that. She taught her daughter well, she thought. Sachiko continued, "I know it's just a mop, but still… I think he'll like it. He's been complaining about his old mops. So when Mama took me out to shopping, seeing this mop reminded me of him. And then, right then and there, I just knew he'd love it!" Sachiko beamed, Mikasa resisted the urge to laugh again. To think mops could remind her of Levi, it was just humorous. At least to Mikasa.

"… What are you trying to say, Sachi?"

"It's the thought that counts. That's what makes a gift special, because it comes from the bottom of your heart! At least that's what Mama told me, I believe in it anyway." Sachiko smiled. Hanji looked towards Mikasa, who gave a small nod.

"I know how hard it is, to find a perfect gift for someone you love, Hanji." Mikasa spoke softly. "But just as Sachiko said, it's the thought that counts."

"And yet you thought of detergent?" Hanji snorted, Mikasa rolled her eyes a little. "It suits a clean-freak like him. I put a lot of thought in that gift, for that matter."

"Yeah, yeah… I really appreciate both of your advice but still…" Hanji murmured, trailing off. It was obvious she was unsatisfied by the answers and lectured by the end of the conversation. Mikasa placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder as she spoke, "Don't worry about what gift to give him. You already gave him the best gift he could ever receive, and I can assure you it's better than whatever he wrapped up this Christmas for you."

Hanji looked at her, puzzled by her words. "What do you mean I already gave him the best gift…?"

Mikasa chuckled light-heartedly, before smiling warmly. "Hanji, it's you."

After that conversation she had with Mikasa and Sachiko, she left to the nearest mall Mikasa told her was located at. Mikasa had persisted that she should stay a little longer, so did Sachiko, considering it was still snowing out—and who knows? The snow might get heavier.

But Hanji refused the offer. She felt the sudden spark ignite within her, to which pushed her to get out and get something special for Levi, from the bottom of her own heart. With that goal in mind, she gave a hug to little Sachiko, a wave to Mikasa before she had set out on her hunt.

Once she had reached the mall, she began to look around, hoping she'd find something for Levi, something that was from the bottom of her heart. As she continued to search, many random thoughts popped into her mind, as well as a few memories she shared with Levi.

Truly, she couldn't really ask for any gift better than the male, her boyfriend, who put up with all her bullshit, and still loved her dearly for many years. She felt her cheeks burning, her heart thumping as she recalled some heart-warming moments in their life. She then figured she wanted to get him something that'd just express just that.

"Something from the bottom of my heart…" Hanji murmured to herself. She paused in her steps and sighed. She had walked almost all over the mall, yet she found nothing that matched what she felt from the bottom of her heart. "There must be something…" Hanji grumbled, before she looked up and around… and saw something that caught her eye. It was on display, well, not for long. Instantly, she rushed over to it, pressing her face against the glass as she stared at it elatedly.

Her cheeks flustered red even more, as she exclaimed, "That's it!"

Christmas rolled by quickly, the celebration was to be held at Levi's this year. It was still early, so no one came yet… well, except for Hanji.

"Took you long enough. Tch." Levi clicked his tongue, rolling his eyes as he let the brunette in. "Give me a break, you're the one who told me to come earlier to help you set up decoration." Hanji pouted.

"If you didn't want to, you could've refused, shitty glasses." He scoffed. Hanji rolled her eyes, "And you could've refused dressing up as Santa last year, yet you didn't… I still have pictures." She teased lightly, a grin plastered on her lips before placing her bag on the couch.

"Shut up." He grumbled, his eyes darting to the ground. Hanji sat down on the couch quietly. There was this silence for quite a while. It was odd, considering for one thing, Hanji wasn't one to… well, keep quiet. At least not for a prolonged period of time. But whenever she did, it'd be because something was weighing on her mind… and it didn't seem like she was the only one who had something on her mind.

"I have something to tell you." The two suddenly said in sync, breaking the silence that had been lingering itself in the atmosphere.

"You… go first." Levi spoke, to which Hanji shook her head at. "No, you should. You seemed to have something weighing on your mind for… quite a while." Hanji insisted. For the most part, Hanji rather have Levi go first for one reason—just in case if he was breaking up with her, considering not only had he been acting weird recently but the way he said that he had something to tell her was… odd. Very odd. His tone was different, as if he were afraid of something. Hell, now even Hanji was afraid. Afraid of one too many things now, afraid if her gift would burn itself to ashes.

Levi, on the other hand, took a deep breath, closing his eyes briefly. Definitely, something was on his mind. Hanji couldn't tell if she wanted to find out or not, she never felt so tensed before. Not wanting to delay what he had to say any further, Levi opened his eyes, which fixated itself to Hanji's brown orbs.

Hanji suddenly felt her muscles relaxed, surely… with such a soft look in his eyes that were now gazing at hers… this… wasn't a breakup… right?

Before she could think any further, Levi got on one knee, took out a small box, before he opened it, revealing a beautiful ring.

"Hanji Zoe, I love you. Will you marry me?"

[inanimate-insanity-headcanons]

this is long and im so sorry

  “Dont touch me” Nickel hisses, shifting away from Trophys hand while glaring at him.

   “why?” Trophy asks in a smug voice. He contimues to mess with nickel. He keep reaching to try touching Nickels hair again and again, each time being more sudden than the last.

    “Cause i dont like being touched!” Nickel says, getting more and more agitated and panicked, swats at the taller man with a shaky hand in a feeble attept to get him to stop.

   “Thats a stupid reason” Trophy jeers, now using his entire hand and placing it on Nickels shoulders, head, and neck. He is borderline pulling his hair also.   Trophy starts to use both of his hands and he starts stifling laughter as Nickel continues to get more and more panicked. It isnt long until poor boy starts to get overwhelmed. He starts shaking and, very soon after that, crying. Trophy stops for a moment, staring at the hyperventilating mess infront of him, berfore laughing.

   “Are you really crying?” Trophy asks through laughter as Nickel pulls his hood over his head and burries his face in his arms. He still swats at Trophy.

   “Thats so fucking pathetic!” He teases. That finally got Soap to snap and rush over to put an end to Trophys bullying. The woman quickly rushes over to where the two guys are, slapping Trophy.

   “Trophy stop harrasing Nickel” Soap scolds, grabbing Trophys arms before he could reach for him again and lifts them away from Nickel. Nickel took this time to get out of the bar stool he was in to move to the settee in the main lobby and circled around the chair onto one of the seats, curling himself up and yanking his jackets hood over his head more than before.

   “But its funny!” Trophy whines in a almost childish manner, yanking his wrists out of soaps tight grasp.

   He looks around for where his prey went, and he let out an annoyed sigh and turns back to Soap while saying “You let him get away!”. Soap immediately gains an offended and angry look. Its almost similar to how a mother would look at a rebelious teenager.

    Soap scoffs and responds, in an equally annoyed tone, “You where the only harrassing him and making him want to hide!”

   While they are arguing, Nickels cat, Asher, quietly trotted to him. She quickly sits infront of when Nickel lay before bouncing up and crawling into his arms. Nickel hugs her back tightly.

   “pfft, I dont care about if it hurts him, its funny” Trophy says, a uncaring and snarky tone in his voice. He paces over to the settee and leaning over the back of the seat and laying his hand on Nickels shoulder, smirking when he feels the latter tense and start to shake again under his palm.

   “You gonna start crying more, you baby?” He mocks, hitting Nickel on the shoulder roughly as the latter shakes more and hugs the smokey grey cat tighter. He ignores Cheesy, who was sitting next to Nickel, telling him to stop, and he ignores anyone else to tells him to stop.

   The only time he stops is when Asher finally has enough and stands up, still in Nickels arms, and hisses and swats at Trophy, who reels his hand back and walks away muttering about how stupid the grey cat was.

   Asher lays back down and immediately goes back to purring and trying to comfort Nickel, who has yet to stop shaking but is noticably more calm now that Trophy is gone.

   Sadly enough, that only marked the begining of Trophys harassment.

   Many months after that Trophy bullys Nickel to the point of overwhelming him. And, when he shakes and cries, he makes fun of him for that while still harrassing him. It only makes Nickel feel worse. Most of the time, Trophy only mocks him and verbally abuses him and laughs when he reacts the way he does.

   Sometimes, though, he will get physical.

   He will do things like steal his box of stuff he collected at the forest and hold it to where he cant reach, randomly touch him and continue doing that, lightly tugging his hair for a long time, and, every so often, he will steal his bandana and hold it so where he cant reach and watch him and laugh at him try desperately to get it back.

   Trophy keeps doing this throughout Paintbrushs and Fans elimination. He ignores everyone who tries to stop him, and he only will stop if its only of Nickels “Dumb Animals” who stops him, or if someone physically puts an end to his torment.

   He doesnt even notice people treating him differently. He doesnt notice that people avoid him more, dont talk to him as much, and when they talk bad about him when hes not paying attention.

   It happens less since Paintbrush arrived, since they always put an end to it quickly.

   This goes on for almost two years. Until, Trophy finally causes something bad to happen.

   Trophy was being physical, but this time he is hitting and tugging his hair.   Trophys laughter filled the area as he sees Nickel start to shake. He continues hitting and tugging the latters hair, pulling his hands away when Nickel swats at them only to resume right when he stops depfending himself.

   “Are you gonna cry? fucking Crybaby” he says, a cruel and terribly happy tone in his rude voice. He only continues on when tears start leaking down Nickels cheeks and he starts hyperventilating.

   “Leave me alone, asshat” Nickel barks, his voice breaking due to tears. Trophy merely scoffs at this and attacks the smaller male more.

   “No! Seeing you like this to too good to pass up!” Trophy smirks. He continues on like hes watching the most entertaining scene in his lifetime.

   “Trophy stop” Paintbrush says, starting to get angry. They tower over the mentioned person, placing a hand onto his shoulder in a tight grip.

   “why? its to funny seeing him like this!” Trophy says, shaking off Paintbrushes hand. He starts to make his movement quicker, and now Nickel is just covering his head with his arms in a weak attept to stop Trophy from reaching his hair. It doesnt work.

   It wasnt until Trophy does a fast reach to touch Nickels face does shit really happen.

   Right at Trophy did that, Nickel violently flinched away, now covering his face with his arms and letting out a loud, fearful yell of “Please stop!!”. While he screams that he collapses to the ground into a ball, shaking and crying while whispering “im sorry” and “please dont hurt me” over and over again in a panicked, muffled voice. His face digging into his knees and his head covered by his arms and hood.

   Everyone stands still. Trophy is frozen in place, his arm still raised and a shocked and slightly confused expression in his face. He snaps back to reality quickly and he attempts to reach for him.

   “H-hey man, cut that out-” Trophy tries to say before Paintbrush violently punches him to the ground.

   “LOOK WHAT YOU DID YOU DUMBASS FUCKING ASSHOLE” They scream at Trophy, literally flaming in sheer rage and hatred, before calming down and turning their attention to Nickel. Paintbrush quickly walks over to the tiny man, crouching down to him.

   “hey hey, it me. Its paintbrush. Im going to pick you up, ok?” Paintbrush asks, taking off their paint stained apron, dropping it on the floor, and carefully pulled Nickel into their arms. Nickel immediately wraps his arms and legs around Paintbrush’s torso and sobs into their chest.

   “its ok, you are going to get hurt. Its ok” They whisper to Nickel as he shakes in their arms. They quickly walk up the stairs to Nickels room with Asher right behind them, not before stopping to spit on Trophys face and call him a terrible person.

   Trophy just sits on the ground, wiping the spit off of his face and then holding his throbbing cheek.

   “what the fuck” is the only thing Trophy mutters before Soap starts screaming about how stupid he is.

   Once Paintbrush, Nickel, and Asher get to Nickels room, Paintbrush quickly grabs the key from the top of the doorframe and unlocks the room, slipping in with the cat. They immediately went to one of the beds, sat down, and started to comfort Nickel. It is easier that expected, because Nickel calmed down on the way to his room.

   “shh, shh. Its ok. Its ok. Take deep breaths. Your not gonna get hurt. Nothing will happen too you” Paintbrush mutters to Nickel, rubbing his back as they felt the latter start to relax.

   They both sat in silence as Nickel relaxed and came back from his panic attack. Soon enough, Nickel was sitting next to them, holding Asher and leaning against their side.

   “hey paintbrush?” Nickel mumbles, almost too quietly for Paintbrush to hear. He is still leaning against them.   “yes?” Paintbrush responds, curious of what Nickel would want to ask.

   “Dont tell Baseball about this, Ok?” Nickel says, not looking up at the extremely tall person next to him. That takes Paintbrush offguard for a second, but the more they think about it, the more it makes sense.

  If Baseball, undenyable the closest person to Nickel, finds out about the months of Trophy tormenting Nickel and what happened today, He would loose his mind and surely hospitalize Trophy, if not kill him. And after that happens, Baseball would hold it against Trophy for centuries. He would also become even more protective of Nickel thah he already is.

   Paintbrush winces at that thought.

   “I wont tell him” Paintbrush reassures. “-Now i gotta leave so i can go beat up Trophy” They say, getting up and walking out of the room. Nickel only hums in response, now fixated on Asher. Paintbrush shuts the hotel room door with a soft sigh before rage starts to boil in them again. They start speedwalking down the hallway and down the stairs, already getting angry at what Trophy did again.

from crow! bless

[badboys-imagines]

Lie to me

Pairing : Tom, Reader

PART III

Summary : A complicated story in which Y/N and Tom already know each other from work.

Y/N : Your Name

While Tom was gone for the evening, Y/N managed something with the couch in the living room, turning it into a small, but comfortable area.

On the first night, she was terribly nervous and kept pacing in the kitchen, watching the clock ticking as she waited for him to come back. Her stomach was a ball of knots and she had barely eaten. After an eternity, she figured he wouldn't come and eventually turned on the TV, sprawling on the couch, slightly disappointed.

Within seconds, Y/N drifted off into sleep.

In her dreams, she swiftly distinguished Tom's shape. At first, she saw his eyes, then she felt his body pressing against hers, his strong chest as he towered over her. Her breath itched at the sensation and she snuggled into his arms. It felt so real that even his scent invaded her lungs. Through her strange dreams, Y/N muttered a few meaningless words in a sleepy voice.

When she woke up, the young woman was covered in sweat, heart pounding like never before. Lying in her bed, it didn't take her long to remember she'd fallen asleep on the couch the night before. Tom had certainly carried her here. The idea wasn't unpleasant, but still pretty embarrassing.

It felt even more embarrassing when she realized her clothes were carefully folded on a chair next to her bed. Flushing at once, her jaw dropped. With the luck she had, she'd probably called his name while he'd carried her to her bedroom.

Damn you, Y/N.

As she blamed herself for her lack of discretion, Y/N walked downstairs, giving a swift glance at the couch. Tom wasn't there. A sigh of relief escaped her mouth and she kept walking, her muscles relaxing as she grabbed some bread into the closet.

"Good morning."

She heard Tom absentmindedly mumbling. Startled by the sound of his voice, the young woman almost dropped her food.

Holy shit.

Y/N looked up as she closed the closet's door and saw him sitting near the large room window, shirtless and focusing on the screen of his computer. Hair still damp from his shower, Tom's typical bright blue eyes settled on her, sending shivers right down her spine.

She realized she hadn't responded and awkwardly waved her hand at him,

"Hello."

It's only for a little while, she repeated to herself.

Silence fell over the room and Y/N took a bite of her toast, leaning against the counter as she averted her gaze to the newspaper that rested on the hard wood. Tom shot her swift glances and his eyebrows furrowed,

"Do you always eat your breakfast while standing ?"

Y/N shrugged. Actually, she didn't want to come closer to him and feel her guts clench unbearably while she tried to chew her toast. Tom looked back at his screen, his frown not leaving his forehead.

"Y/N, this is weird." Tom grumbled.

"Weird ?" Y/N chuckled, "First of all, it’s not weird and second, should we talk about the way you didn’t even tell me you were going to live here for weeks ?"

An amused smile curved his lips and he plunged his blue gaze into hers, insisting with a sharp, British accent,

"Now, darling. Who's eating while standing up ?"

Y/N’s blood started to boil slowly. In spite of his usual good manners, Tom had a temper, and he knew exactly how to drive her insane.

"Don’t call me that.” Y/N groaned, “Am I supposed to sit down with you while I have my breakfast just so you can work in peace ?"

Raising his head from his computer, Tom's teasing smile widened,

"Precisely. Come over here."

Rolling her eyes, Y/N kept staring at him as Tom alternatively glanced at her, then at his computer. After a moment, realization took hold and he rolled his eyes,

"Oh come on, Y/N. We should try and be nice to each other, since we don't know how much time I'll be staying here."

Silently nodding, Y/N swallowed the last piece of her toast. Not saying a word, she pivoted on her feet, but his voice interrupted her,

"Maybe you could make an effort."

Y/N stopped in the middle of the kitchen. Was he serious now ?

Eyes widening, she turned back to him. Keep calm, Y/N.

"An effort ?" she repeated, "We're not roommates, Hiddleston. Yesterday I still thought you were in England and you just came out of nowhere asking for hospitality." she suddenly retorted.

Screwing up his eyes, Tom released a deep sigh,

"I didn't want to sound mean. I'm sorry, alright ? I'm just saying it'd be much better if we didn't feel embarrassed at everything." His words lightened the mood for a split second and she was about to leave when he spoke again. Tom bit down onto his lip, betraying the feigned indifference in his eyes as he went back to whatever he was typing, "You were mumbling sweeter things when I carried you to bed last night."

Y/N’s jaw dropped and she flushed. It was too much, way too much.

Who did he think he was now ?

She burnt to say it and kick him out of her house, but the words didn't leave her lips and she almost ran to the bathroom.

How could he ? How dared he ?

Throwing her pajamas to the laundry basket, Y/N turned on the hot water. As she felt it rain down on her, the young woman tried to relax. It flooded her with heat, but she already felt too hot for a warm shower. Skin turning red, Y/N leaned against the cold, wet wall, inhaling deeply. Blood still boiling with various emotions, she tried to figure out how she was going to handle this. Closing her eyes, she focused on Tom, on the idea of him, his blue eyes with a hint of green, his attitude and the way he talked. How it set fire... to her core.

Y/N’s eyes darted open. Oh, no. Not now.

She quickly washed her skin and stepped out of the shower, wrapping herself in a thick towel. Brushing her hair, she looked for clean clothes and her heart skipped a beat. Obviously, she'd forgotten them in her room.

Y/N pressed her ear against the door. Not a sound. Tom was probably still working. The young woman moved back, making sure her towel wouldn't fall when she'd walk out. Opening the door, she swiftly made her way through the corridor, until she bumped into a strong chest.

Fuck, fuck fuck !

Flushing red, she didn't even look up at him. However, Tom placed both his hands against her shoulders, and the fire burnt again, hotter, terrible. The simple touch of his fingers on her skin was pure torture. Staring blankly into space, Y/N took a deep breath before finally laying eyes on him.

"Y/N, don't you think you are... overreacting ?"

"Me, overreacting ?" she promptly repeated, "Probably."

He stood still, holding her by the shoulders for a moment. His body so close and his eyes so cold as they searched hers. Tom seemed to read her mind and she felt the urge to fill his silence with words,

"What ?" Y/N asked impatiently.

Tom didn't say anything and she gulped,

"It's okay, I'm not mad." she assured him, her cheeks turning crimson red as she tried to escape the pair of strong hands.

Releasing his grip on her, Tom slightly moved back and she could have sworn he was wearing a proud smile. As his arms fell back to his sides, Y/N came back to reality and grabbed Tom's wrist, taking a look at his watch. She was late for work, again.

"Damn it ! I really have to go." she trotted towards her room, her towel sliding along her body until it fell to the floor.

She quickly grabbed a pair of black panties in a drawer and heard Tom who still stood near the bathroom.

Not dressed yet, the young woman came back in the corridor, putting on her tight jeans,

"Could you feed the cat ?"

Y/N seemed to forget her lack of clothes until Tom took in the sight of her. She was standing here, with only a bra and a pair of panties on, her jeans half on her thighs. They stared at each other for a moment and she tried hard not to stare at the growing bulge in his pants. Blinking as to chase his own lust away, Tom looked down, clearing his throat,

"Well, yes. Yes, I will."

“Fine.”

Y/N blushed, and quickly got dressed. She saw Tom disappear into the bathroom and hurried outside.

If you thought being a script girl was a chill job, well you were mistaking. Y/N’s daily life was absolutely insane. Waking up, going on set. Taking care of everything. Welcoming the actors. Spoiling them, cuddling them, stroking their ego as much as possible, until they delivered the perfect performance. That, was her job. Everything was complex and calculated.

Hollywood wasn't a world, it was Hell. In every way. However, she had somehow managed to fulfill her dreams and was slowly becoming what she'd always wanted to be: a human version of a little demon in this big, cold industry.

Once she arrived on set, the first thing she did was checking the scenario and reviewing the schedules. That was when a name on the paper caught her eyes.

"Tom Hiddleston ?" she repeated, completely dumbfounded, "What... Is this new ? How is it even possible ?"

Her assistant just shrugged, powerless.

Oh god, this was going to be harder than she thought.

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For this update : @unfortunatelyymuggle

[bandomgay]

My brain to yours pt.1 b.u

Tw: blood,gore,self harm,violence,hallucinations,slight mention of an ed

Au: hey babes this is gonna be my 5th time trying to post this and i want death so bad...however if there is any confusing things or typos or things seem to quickly paced im sorry thats just my brain babey! Enjoy...i guess

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It all started when he was about 6 years old, he never spoke ever,not that he couldn't he just wouldn't, his parents were worried about his development,however nothing was ‘wrong', he had a quite developed thinking process for a child, but it wasn't a good one for his age nor was it a normal one,no child should be so terrified of talking to people and being thought lesser of as his voice shook violently while trying to say the easiest of sentences.

he understood people to early into his young life ,he got the memo that everything was too stupid and too hard to understand so he gave up . his mother took him back and forth to hospitals and child psychologists ,his mother scared for what was to come of him could this weirdness she didn't even have a name or diagnosis for develop into something more as he grew? She thought, would he be normal? Would he be like the other children who laughed and giggled at the littlest of things? Would he be happy like them? She had decided to push her concerns into the back of head deciding that maybe he was just awkward it's okay to not fit in hes a fucking 6 year old boy maybe it's not that deep.

he was now in the 3rd grade now and teachers became more and more loud and responsive with their problems, he thought maybe whatever bad stuff they had going on at home they just needed to vent threw aggressiveness and shaking hands and restless mornings,but however it was their screams he didn't care for, he looked them in the eye wondering what he had done wrong, however he didn't care enough to continually think about it, but he realized slowly that couldn't feel anything like the red faced teacher did, he’d envy the poor mannered teachers feelings if he could, just how they could get so angry and fed up with kids who were disgusting and vile and how he never felt that…... he never felt anything at all .Now he was in the 5th grade he had to repeat the 4th grade due to staggeringly low grades and his failed attempts at homework he never seemed to have remembered. Things were getting hard to remember, so hard to remember what the teacher had said in the classroom that seemed to fade away after he was picked up by his mom and the sheer silence of the drive home and his mothers sneaking looks into the mirror with furrowed eyebrows at her son who never told her how his day went.

In school it was just so easy just to drift off in the land of dark swirls and dark worlds filled with make believe that he couldn't separate from the real world that never seemed to go away and darkness he felt comfort in his head till he heard nothing but the disgusting laugh of a teacher who had looked as if she wanted to deck him in the face ( he imagined about 3 different scenarios of how that actually could have occured, he held back a giggle and a sly smirk) as she snapped her wrinkled hands in his face “earth to brendon” he heard the aged feminine voice laced with anger repeat twice but he had failed to tune into the first reminder he was too dissociated to notice, he came too but didn't understand her reasonings of not just leaving him alone and let him rot and break free and he soon heard the fits of laughter coming from children he knew he was too weak to stop.

he wanted to do terrible things to everyone in that very room including himself, a dark desire he couldn't contain from his mind but he never followed through with these type of thoughts. he could never seemed control them he thought of them like messages being sent from an unknown source in the back of his head that had an invisible connection to someone he could see but nobody else could he dared himself if he could just pull at the cord in his head he wouldn't have those those thoughts, the figure never showed up in the same form it could be the shadows of dirty rain water coming from outside showing like a projection on the dingy beat up wall rising above him to claim a mental dominance , or the rotten stain of mold on the bathroom floor that now seemed to have a charming glow yet secretive smile or the bag of dirty clothes that sat high up on its rounded edges now smiled at him and watched him threw the night .

now it was the 7th grade and things had went to shit,it was already shit but it had gotten no better, fits of depression had left him wanting to call a hitman on himself and letting himself be cut open so all the organs in his body to be shot out of him or rip his jaw and everything behind it out of his body but he was too fatigued to think about it anymore his brain seemed to have stopped working back in the 6th grade, he could never think clearly a heavy fog on his brain he could never do much for himself he found the most simple of things he couldn't do, he couldn't pay attention, he felt dizzy at random times becoming feverish and not thinking about why because he couldn't think he thought process lessen and lessened with every passing day until all there were was thoughts of gore and death,sadness and the never ending thought of killing anyone or anything that had managed to make him want death even more.

he just continued to fade in and out of reality staring into the wall for to long or unknowingly staring at the couple of people who he thought was calling him pathetic and worthless with the contradictory voice telling him he's so much better than the disgusting people he saw and that they didn't deserve to smile they don't deserve happiness even though they’d never even spoken a word to him, they were never mean to him. he started pinching,stabbing,pulling at his hair,clawing at himself hard trying to see if he could care that he'd just hurt himself he continued to hurt himself hoping somewhere in the back of his mind he start to feel things, to show him he's real everyone sees him, but his inner self knew what he was doing he wasn't just trying to see if he was a real person he was punishing himself because he couldn't do what the rest of the real kids could do he couldnt plop himeself in a hard metal chair and take a test without thinking about what a disgusting person he was, without hearing them say he wasn't shit that his brain is mush that he couldn't understand the easy directions how he could get so angry and mad without hesitation how he could imagine killing his parents im cold blood… he stomped on his own foot,why is he thinking about this why is he thinking about this why, they creeped back up on him showing him images of his brother and sisters dead and gutted his parents choking on blood and vomit pale and dying, he hated himself for thinking these things,but if it was possible for him to be completely honest with himself he didn't care if they had died or not he just didn't have the ability to care.

He couldn't look people in the face without seeing these images of grewling faces pushed together in piles of pink and red flesh crawling into each others organs which looked rotten and distorted, why was he seeing this things these disgusting things these things… he wouldn't admit to himself that everytime he looked in the mirror he tried not to vomit he tried to hard, he bashed in the mirror bloodlying his hand, his hiss echoing in the empty bathroom he couldn't go to the nurse he couldn't look her in the eye and see her like that, besides he was on the first floor and he was too weak to go all the way to the fourth floor he knew he would pass out, he felt something pooling in his stomach it was anxiety he felt the cramping in his stomach and the salivating in his dry mouth, he vomited into the sink, he hasn't eaten anything in about 3 weeks so the pain of dry heaving for almost half in hour into the sink made him dizzy and ultimately pass out. he had now awoken to bright lights that made him nauseous and whimper, he was in the hospital again. he tried so hard not look the nurses and doctors in the eye and seeing horrific images in his mind of them dead, rotten maggot filled and bloody be he regained his ability to see the normally after a while.

“Brendon honey…” his mommy's voice was there “mommy...hi mommy” he said in a broken whisper. She had realized he never calls her mommy unless something's wrong he wasn't aware that he was, he turned to the right finding an iv carefully placed into in scarily pale arm “honey...they found you in the bathroom your hand was cut up...you where passed out what...t?” she silenced herself for a moment seconds later starting up again. “They found you in the bathroom..the mirror was broken and your hand was cut pretty deep and passed out” he mouth trembled a bit, she moved his sweaty bangs out of his forehead, he felt wetness on his skin his own uniform shirt clinging to his skin he was sweating.

He didn't feel real he didn't respond properly to what she had said he only looked away.. And said “dizzy….everything hurts…” he was so surprised he felt something but if feeling was like this he didn't want it. “I d..don't wanna feel like this..can you make it stop mommy please?!” Nani was absolutely terrified she'd never been so scared for her little boy, “its gonna be okay,sweetie...i swear..to god i swear…” in this moment if she was honest she didn't believe there was a god, no god would do this to her son, she turned around after hearing the door and hard footsteps.

“Hello ms. Urie im dr. Yakima, i will be assisting and diagnosing your son” she nodded softly wanting her son to be okay. “Hey son,open your eyes for me,i'm here to help” brendon heard a much more distorted version of what the doctor had said than nani did, but then again he was fading in and out. He handed her pills and said firmly “these are anti-nausea and pain killers i'm gonna give these to him and he will feel much much better i promise..” He was right it with his cocked up eyebrow and charming smile that sparkled with calmness and reassurance that worked its way into nani. the medication  worked but not instantly. “Sit up honey..” She said softly, he followed what she said slowly with a wrecked groan and intense muscle pain however there was no rush.