#and i didn’t see it until 7 hours later because i just wasn’t checking my phone

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help i inconvenienced someone and now i’m literally crying about it

[3xiles]

Sweet lies part two

Pairing •Toji x gn!reader

Warnings• Angst!, Cheating, suggestive (they like lowkey make out), manipulation, UNHEALTHY RELATIONSHIP!, Cursing. Lmk if i forgot any!

Word count • 1079 words

A/n • I had this pre written ever since i put out the first part but was so hesitant on posting it LMAO! Enjoy! Masterlist is pinned!

You knew life after the honeymoon phase was rough but nothing could’ve prepared you for the drastic switch in you and Toji’s relationship. About two months the after you guys got married is when you realized the mistake you made. Your days went from him coming home from work and showering you with affection to him coming in with an inaudible hello. You were confused on what you could be doing wrong. He was coming home to a clean house with food on the table, a bath prepared and you all dolled up for him, just how he liked it. This went on for months and throughout those months he’s just been coming home later and later. The man who was once coming home every day at five now walking through the front door as late as ten at night. It didn’t bother you until your 26th birthday.

You woke up excited to celebrate your first birthday as a married woman. For your birthday last year Toji went all out so you couldn’t help but let your expectations be high! Toji wasn’t there when you woke up, which was normal because he usually leaves extremely early in the morning. You spent your day pampering yourself to the max, expecting to maybe go out later. Soon enough five o clock rolls around. You sit pretty and patient on the couch, telling yourself he’s just running a little late. You wait… and you wait.. sending text after text to your husband every hour.

Hubby💍❤️

5:30pm

Y/n: Hey babe coming home soon?

6:15

Y/n: Toj idk what you have planned but i’m super excited! see you soon❤️

7:23

Y/n: Hey is everything okay??

8:54

Y/n: Hello?

9:46

Y/n: Toji it’s almost 10 where are you?

10:27

Y/n: Toji?

You send your last text with tears falling from your eyes. You hate to think he forgot your birthday. It can’t be. He just got caught up in something. It has to be. You check the time one last time. 11:03. You then tell yourself you need to go to bed. As you stand up from the couch the door opens and the man you’ve been waiting for finally shows. You do nothing but stare at him, tears mixed with mascara running down your puffy cheeks. “The hell happened to you?” he says, taking off his shoes, tie, and blazer. He begins to unbutton his shirt, purple marks adorning his chest. That was in that moment when something in you just… snapped.

“Toji, what is today?” you slowly walk towards him. He shrugs, scratching the back of his head. “Look doll, i’m beat. Can we talk tomorrow?” he begins to walk towards the stairs that lead to your shared bedroom “No. Absolutely the fuck not.” oh crap. did you just say that? he stops in his tracks and turns to you. “Excuse me?” Shitshitshitshitshit what do you say? why did u say that? “Toji i asked you a question. What. Is. Today.” you keep up the tough girl act, too deep to back out now. “Y/n.” he walks closer to you but you back away “Toji today is my fucking birthday. Today is my birthday and i’ve been home all day thinking my ‘husband’ was going to at least come home on time but you were out fucking some bitch!” You begin to yell, crying harder than you were before. “The fuck are you talking about?” You weren’t stupid, you knew he was cheating but who were you to say anything. You were nothing without him. You didn’t want to ruin things. You can’t lose him. “Toji, i know you’re seeing someone else but i at least thought you would have some type of respect or decency to not do this to me on my fucking birthday.”You’re falling apart in front of him.

The silence is strong. He walks towards you and wraps his arms around you, holding you close. “Things just haven’t been right with me, i don’t know why i do the things i do. You know how much you mean to me baby, i never want to hurt you.” i never want to hurt you. Those words replay in your mind. He brings his hands to hold your face, wiping your tears with his thumbs. “You know I love you and only you, right?” you wanted to yell at him. You wanted to kick and scream but something in you made you believe every word he was saying. Instead of doing any of those things you just nodded. Shame rose in you but it all started to fade away when his lips connect with yours. You know this isn’t right, this isn’t healthy but that doesn’t stop you from wrapping your arms around his neck and letting his hands wander. “I’m so sorry baby.” his lips travel to your neck. You try to hold back sounds but he knows just what to do to get it out if you. “Gonna let me show my girl how sorry i am?” you just started at him. not wanting to say yes but you didn’t want to disappoint him by saying no either.

You have to draw a line somewhere. “I think i just wanna go to sleep…” Removing your hands from him and stepping back. His looks confused but he doesn’t press further. Is it bad that part of you wishes he did? You wished he would’ve showed some kind of kind want, not just wanting to fuck out of pity. You know why he didn’t tho, he already got his fix of pussy for the night and it didn’t come from you. What a shame.

That night you couldn’t sleep, you were up all night silently crying. Is this really what your life was? You had lost yourself in this relationship. Your 26th birthday was a wake up call. The next few days were rough, he was just coming home later and later. Not to mention he wasn’t even trying to hide his affairs, He started to be careless. Not bothering to cover the scratches or hickeys that covered his body, leaving his phone open when you could see messages from the multiple girls and having panties and various other items in his car that didn’t belong to you. It’s like he was trying to hurt you, but isn’t that what he said he never wanted to do?

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hiiii could you pls write anything about nash and alisa i love them so much and im so sad about their ending ☹️☹️

hiiii!! not sure if this is what you were looking for but I wrote a backstory for them! and it’s a songfic! <3333

loss of my life

Nash and Alisa

words: 2041

warnings: swearing

A/N: in this fic, they live in austin. and alisa and nash are the same age; they might've already been but they sure are now P.S. i really like this one, guys

you told me I'm 

the love of your life

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“Please don’t do that again, Alisa. It’s dangerous. I know you grew up with him, but you can’t just disappear for hours because you heard about a rolled ice cream place in San Antonio. That’s not how it works. As long as you’re in high school, you’ll be home at a reasonable hour. And you’ll text me back,” said Alisa’s father, the great “Ortega” in McNamara, Ortega, and Jones. Also known as the great pain in her ass.

She looked up from the marble floor of her father’s in-house office to look at him. To absolutely nobody's surprise, 16-year-old Nash Hawthorne was looking through the glass door behind her father’s desk. When Alisa made eye contact with him, all hope of giving her father a serious response vanished as she struggled to hold in her laughter. It wasn’t that Nash was doing anything necessarily funny, it was just that he was Nash.

Her father sighed, not even bothering to look behind him. “Go to your room, Alisa. And if I catch my client’s grandson in there, there’ll be more disciplinary action.”

Alisa walked out of the office calmly and closed the door behind her. She was able to keep a straight face until she made eye contact with Nash, who was holding in a laugh of his own. As they laughed, or in Alisa’s case, cackled, they made their way down the hall. After they’d calmed down a little bit, Nash finally spoke for the first time since they’d been intercepted pulling back into the driveway in his truck.

“You know, Li Li,” he started, eyes glinting. “We should’ve brought your dad back some of that ice cream.”

“Oh? Why’s that?”

“Maybe it would help him chill the hell out.”

They fell apart again.

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I felt aglow like this

Never before and never since

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Maroon caps flew in the air all around Alisa. She jumped up to catch hers before it hit the ground so she could protect the rhinestoned University of Texas logo on the back of it. She searched the sea of caps and gowns, hugging each other, crying, trying to find her person. The boy who dedicated his graduation cap to his little brothers.

The second Alisa saw Xander’s baby picture, Nash met her eyes and grinned. She knew she didn’t have much time so she rushed towards him and jumped. Even with a diploma in one hand, he caught her effortlessly.

` “We did it,” he whispered into her hair.

He set her down but kept his arms wrapped around her in a hug. After a while they broke apart to find their friends and agreed to meet back up in ten minutes by the exit to find their families.

However, when Alisa went to the exit ten minutes later, Nash was nowhere to be found. The arena was almost empty so she would’ve been able to see him if he was still there. Just as she was deciding to check outside the arena, she heard a familiar voice from the hall.

“Your grandfather is preparing you all for something greater. If he’s not here, there’s a reason for it,” said Skye Hawthorne.

“So more games, then. That’s why he’s not here. He wants to create more riddles for me to figure out. More reasons for me to never trust him again.”

Now it was Nash’s voice. Alisa knew she shouldn’t have been eavesdropping, but she knew how conversations like this ended and she just wanted to make sure he was okay.

“You know it’s not like that, Nash. He just wants to grow your mind.”

“I just graduated high school”

“And you already have 14 special skills, 2 world records in track and field, and 7 patents under your belt. And you wrote a comic book.”

“Jameson, Grayson, and Xander will have all of that and more. I want him to be proud of something I did on my own. Something I can take responsibility for. What I don’t want is for him to be proud of his ability to utilize his connections to produce mediocre work,” Nash’s voice was hardened and Alisa hated it. So she did the rational thing that any eighteen-year-old girl would do.

“Hi Skye! Have you seen my dad anywhere?” Her smile was nervous, her voice a bit too high pitched. Nash was staring at her. “He’ll want to talk to Nash, too. Since he practically raised him and all.” The dig wasn’t subtle and it wasn’t meant to be. The temporary smile Skye had painted on faltered slightly.

“Oh. Yes–um, he was over by the music hall, I believe.”

“Wonderful!” Alisa turned to her left. “Let’s go Nash!”

As she grabbed Nash’s wrist and made her way to the music hall, he caught up to her and looked at her.

“I love you, Li Li.”

She smiled.

“I love you, too.”

☾☙❀❧☽

You and I go from one kiss to gettin’ married

☾☙❀❧☽

A sparkling ocean. A dinner. A beautiful view from a beautiful hotel. A break from school. Nash had missed track practice (a.k.a. risked his own life) to take her to Puerto Rico, where her father was from, where he knew she always wanted to go, for spring break. They were twenty-years-old. They lived together. They loved each other. They had the ideal college romance. Straight out of a novel: athlete and honors student. He was studying Psychology and she was studying Marketing. Everything she could’ve ever wanted. 

Alisa truly thought it couldn’t get better. Until Nash was on one knee, with a beautiful ring held out. 

“Alisa Ortega. I’ve never felt at home in my family. But I’ve always felt at home around you. You bring out the best in me. You make me laugh. My family loves you. I love you. Will you marry me, Li Li.”

He was crying. She was crying. Quite literally, the only thing she could do was nod her head as her shaky hands covered her mouth. He stood up quickly to put the ring on her finger and wrap her in a bone crushing hug.

It was everything.

He was everything.

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It was legendary

It was momentary

☾☙❀❧☽

Alisa didn’t know why it still felt weird to come home for the summer. She lived in Austin. Her family lived in Austin. Her fiancè went to the same college as her. It seemed like she wouldn’t miss home at all. But, every summer, she came home to a huge house, built for ten people, but it only housed three: her and her parents. It was even worse when she visited Nash’s family: a huge house built for a hundred people and housing ten. It made her somewhat grateful the visits were becoming less and less frequent, with Nash distancing himself. Currently, they were laying on her childhood bed staring at the paper stars hanging from her ceiling.

Soon, Nash’s voice rose in the silence. “So you changed your major.”

Alisa turned towards him. “Yeah, I did.”

He stayed staring at the ceiling.

“You were studying marketing. What made you switch to Political Science?”

“Well…I mean, I…” she hesitated to tell him because she knew what his reaction would be. “I’m taking over the firm. Eventually. One day, I mean.”

He found those paper stars very interesting, considering he wouldn’t take his eyes off of them. It took Alisa a second to remember they made them together when they were seven.

“My grandfather is very central to Texas, Alisa. How would we go North?”

Alisa.

“We wouldn’t.”

Those damn stars.

“Oh. Okay.”

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"I'll never leave"

"Never mind"

☾☙❀❧☽

“Nash.” Alisa followed him into the living room. “Nash.”

He was pacing. Rubbing a hand over his face, keeping the other one on his hip. He had abruptly gotten up when she had talked about moving into her childhood home after the wedding since it had the home office she needed, and now she was worried. He spun to face her.

“Alisa why don’t we just get our own home. I can drive you to work or we can hire a driver. I don’t mind.”

“Why don’t you want to move in? It’s not like we’re moving into Hawthorne House.”

“They’re always over there Li Li, and I don’t need to deal with that right now.”

“Why don’t you just talk to them, Nash. They’re your family.”\

Nash looked at her incredulously. For the first time, she saw anger in his eyes, directed at her.

“My family, Alisa? My mother stopped caring about what I did when I was 4 years old. My grandfather has more faith in my brothers than he has in me, and they haven’t even hit puberty yet. My brothers think I’ve abandoned them and my aunt, the only person who’s understood me, is now trapped in a toxic marriage with a man who isolates her from her nephews. So tell me, Alisa. What part of that is my family?”

“Why are you calling me Alisa? You’ve been calling me Li Li since we were toddlers.”

Nash looked like he didn’t know her anymore. Oh.

“Because the second you gave up on your dream to work for my grandfather, you stopped being the girl that I knew. The woman that I proposed to.”

Alisa needed to look up to stop herself from crying. It wasn’t working.

“What the hell, Nash. That’s not fair and you know it.”

“Isn’t it?”

“No. Because this is my dream. I was too scared to tell you because I know your relationship with them. But my dad offered it to me if I went to law school and I knew I was more likely to get in with a different major.”

“What happened to making our own way in the world, Alisa? What happened to breaking free from our parents?” Nash’s eyes were pleading now. Begging her to revert back to his idea of how the world should be.

“My parents never did anything but try to protect me. And clearly they were right to,” Alisa’s tone was scornful. Nash’s face hardened with realization. The same way it had graduation night.

“Fine. If that’s your dream, who am I to stop you?”

“Nash.”

“Alisa, I’m serious. You should follow your dreams. I want you to be happy. But I can’t be with you while you do it. Our relationship ends here.”

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, all of the air left Alisa’s lungs.

“I’ll pack my stuff and sleep on the couch tonight. I’ll be gone before you wake up tomorrow.”

“Nash, what?”

“Alisa it’s for the best.”

“For who? Your fear? You’ll have to specify between your fear of commitment, your fear of your grandfather, and your fear of disappointing your little brothers. Although, from the looks of it, this decision includes all three.”

“Alisa, I just can’t do this. My dream is to travel and help people. Yours isn’t. I can’t. I’ll leave tonight. I really do love you, but I can’t do this.”

And he was gone. From her life, from Austin, all of it.

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Our field of dreams, engulfed in fire

Your arson's match your somber eyes

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It didn’t feel real to Alisa. That Nash Hawthorne was standing across the room from her. She was standing behind her father, he was standing with his brothers. She hadn’t seen him since that fateful night in their senior year of college. She transferred to Rice and then went back to UT for law school. He had stayed at UT to run track and field, graduated, left, and never looked back. Until now, she supposed.

She wouldn’t say it didn’t sting. Especially with the way he looked at the blue-haired girl. The way he gravitated towards her. She’d be gone soon after the will reading, but he had a way of always making girls come back. Except Alisa.

She’d learn to live with it. Live with seeing him, especially now that she was in charge. She had a feeling, though, that she’d always wonder what could’ve been.

☾☙❀❧☽

And I'll still see it until I die

You're the loss of my life

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For Richer or for Poorer

Pt. 2

Pt.1

This past week has been the hardest I have ever worked. Growing up seeing my dad and brothers work, I always knew was difficult, but doing it yourself is on another level. So I can only imagine what the boss feels. It’s Friday so luckily it’s the last day of the week for us.

Although Mr. Beresford has two meetings today which I have to attend. As I am organizing my planner for next week, I get an email. It’s from one of the companies we have a meeting with saying they can no longer meet at 3, and can only meet after 5. I would normally look skeptical because the normal work day ends at 5, but Mr. Beresford stays in his office long after I leave for the day. Before I send the company a confirmation, I check Mr. Beresford’s agenda and I see that he has a free period between 5:30 and 7. So I gather my notepad and walk my way to Mr. Beresford’s office. Once I’m there, I knock, then crack the door.

“Mr. Beresford, your 3 o’clock rescheduled for a later appointment, so I put you down for 6.”

“Thank you, Ms. Y/l/n.”

I close the door as I go back to my office, and send the company the confirmation for 6. They respond swiftly saying that they will be here at 6. I mentally prepare myself for a long day after the normal work hours.

I wonder if Rachel has any tips on my note taking, so I decide to speed dial 5.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Rachel I was wondering if you have any tips on how to take notes for the meeting. I have been taking notes this past week but Mr. Beresford didn’t seem to need them. But because there is two meetings today, he might need them to recollect the specifics the different meetings.”

“Yeah of course.” She gives me the spill of how she used to take notes, but she says Mr. Beresford did not like the way she took notes, because she wrote it in her own understanding instead of his.

“Okay, because we have another meeting after the one that starts in 15 minutes. And it’s after 5 o’clock, so I definitely need to take notes to the best of my ability. Or his I guess.”

“Get used to that.” She says with a sigh.

“What taking notes? Or staying after 5?”

“Well, both actually.”

“I have to stay after 5, everyday with him?”

“Well, yes. Haven’t you been doing that so far?”

“No, I have been leaving around 5:30.”

“Y/n, no. The assistant stays with the boss until he tells you to leave.”

My father has had assistants but he never kept one long enough for me to see how they were supposed to behave.

“Oh no. Why didn’t he tell me?”

“I don’t know, he probably thought you’d just know given your father has a business.”

“My father did everything on his own.” I say curtly. I hate discussing my family and their success, the reason why I left is to start my own. So when someone brings them up, I try to be tight lipped about them.

“Also, it wasn’t in the job description.”

“It’s not, but it’s commonly preferred.”

I think for a bit. I feel bad that I possibly left Mr. Beresford to do everything alone. I never suspected I was doing anything wrong. Every morning when I entered after giving Mr. Beresford his coffee and breakfast, notes he took from the previous night was sat on my desk.

I look over at the time and see it’s 5 till the meeting.

“Hey Rachel I have to go.”

“Okay, talk to you later.” She says before promptly hanging up.

I grab my notepad and get up to walk down to the conference room. When I get there I notice Mr. Beresford and a couple of our staff is already seated. I quickly take the seat on Mr. Beresford’s left. Once I sit, he looks up from his laptop and smile.

“Mr. Beresford.” I say greeting him.

“Ms. Y/l/n.”

I look around at everyone else engaging in their own conversations. I scoot a bit forward closer to Mr. Beresford.

“Why didn’t you tell me I was supposed to stay after with you everyday?”

“I supposed you knew. And if not you’d figure it out eventually. Plus I’ve been used to-“ he pauses and looks back down at his computer, “working alone.”

Just as I about to ask what he meant the company we are meeting with walked in. Mr. Beresford stood up, which caused me to follow suit. We all greeted each other by shaking hands.

Once everyone was aquatinted and seated, Mr. Beresford walks to the other end of the table with no chair.

“Shall we get started?”

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I tried to take notes most accurate to Mr. Beresford’s. Mimicking his note taking style from the one he leaves on my desk every night. Based on the meeting details, I could give him the notes at the end of the day so I have enough time to tweak it if I see something unfitting.

It’s now 30 minutes until the 6:00 meeting. We had lunch at 3 since the meeting was pushed back. Although, I like to work better with a snack so I decide to go downstairs to the donut shop to get a donut and a coffee. After I gathered my purse, I knocked on Mr. Beresford’s door.

“Mr. Beresford, I’m going downstairs to get a donut, do you want anything?”

He doesn’t respond. After a minute of waiting, I knock on his door again, then open the door and peek in.

“Mr. Beresford?”

He looks up at me from his computer with a stoic look.

“No thank you. I am not supposed to be eating that stuff.”

I notice he seems a bit down so I don’t push him on it.

“Okay, I’ll be right back.”

I am back within 10 minutes. I finish my coffee before I make it back to my office. As I’m walking back I contemplate either going to my office or Mr. Beresford’s. I decide on Mr. Beresford’s office of course. I knock on the door once again. He doesn’t respond like normally but I decide to turn the knob anyway. As I come in the room uninvited, he looks at me confused.

With my donut in hand I decide to sit in a seat in front of him.

“Hi.” I say before taking a bite of my donut.

“Hi?” He says confused. He continues to look at me confused as of to say, why are you here.

“What?” I question his confused look.

He shakes his head. “Normally people don’t just come in my office and sit down. Just to say hi.”

“Well I’m not normal people. I’m your assistant so I can do that.” I say with a smile.

He smirks a bit before changing his face to serious.

“Look. I know I met you before the job interview. And I gave you a well deserved compliment based on your looks, but our relationship needs to be strictly professional.”

What he said caught me off guard. I wasn’t trying to come onto him. Even though he is insanely good looking. I just wanted to start a conversation given he was so busy this whole week.

“Oh.” I say as I nod and start to get up to leave.

“But-“ he says as he sees me get up. “You can stay. At least until the meeting starts. We can walk down together.”

“Okay.” I say with a small smile. I don’t want to say the wrong thing because I don’t want him to think I am trying to build a relationship that’s not professional.

“So, why don’t you eat donuts? Is it your diet?”

He once again looks down at his computer. I know he was down earlier but I thought he was okay now. Before I was able to apologize for prying he answers.

“Yeah, it’s my diet. I actually haven’t had a donut in 5 years.”

“Really?”

He nods and looks up at me from his computer. I give him a cunning smile and hold up my donut.

“You want a bite?”

“No, I’m okay.” He says chuckling.

“Come on. It’s a bite. What is a bite gonna do?”

He looks at me for a couple seconds before he lightly nods. He motions his fingers for me to bring the donut closer. I stand up to bring it close enough for him to take but instead he bites it straight off the donut. My heart skips a beat with his held eye contact on me. As he pulls away I have to mentally tell myself to act normal. I sit back down trying to shake that hot memory out of my head. I look up to him and he’s still chewing. I wait a couple seconds after he swallows it and I’m met with silence.

“Well?”

He starts smiling. Like a real smile, not a smirk.

“That was really good.”

“See I told you. You just have to trust your smart assistant sometimes.”

He smirks and huffs out a laugh. I check my watch and realize it’s seven till 6.

“Oh, we have to go.”

I stand up and he follows after me down the hall. It’s just us when we enter the conference room.

“Where is everybody?”

“Well the staff isn’t required to stay after 5, so we’re just waiting on the company that we’re meeting with.”

We continue to wait for exactly 7 minutes before Mr. Beresford stands up.

“Where are you going?”

“They’re late. I’m leaving.”

“Wha- leaving? Just like that?”

“Yes, just like that.”

As he moves to walk out the conference room door, the company walks in the door.

“Shall we get this over with?” The man who comes in first says, throwing his coat at the woman who came in after him.

Mr. Beresford looks back at me before turning to the man who spoke.

“Mr. Johnson, we are not going further with this merger.”

“Why not? I put in a lot of money for this deal.” The man named Mr. Johnson says.

“You can keep your deal, and you can keep your money. I’m all about creating jobs for people. I need my partners to be punctual as well as considerate. Because if not, I know you will treat your employees the same way. And so far from what I’ve seen,” he gestures to the woman behind him, “you are not very considerate to your employees.”

I don’t know why, but that whole scene made me have a heartbeat in my core. My mouth is agape. I have never seen anyone respectfully decline a disrespectful person regardless of their money.

“Come on, Ms. Y/l/n.”

I immediately jump up to stand beside him. He puts his hand on my back as he guides me out of the room.

“You can see yourself out.” He says as we past them out the door. Just before we leave, I give a sympathetic look to the woman.

“I’m sorry you had to see that, people like that really get under my skin.”

“Don’t apologize. You did the right thing.”

He looks down at his feet as we continue walking together.

“Could you… come back to my office with me. I like the company.” He asks seemingly nervously. I smile up at him before nodding.

“Sure let me just get the rest of my things.” We reach my office door and he goes inside of his. I gather my purse and previous notes. I stay in my office a bit longer than suspected, checking and responded to thank you emails on Mr. Beresford’s behalf. I’m finished about 10 minutes later and I start to walk to Mr. Beresford’s office. I knock on the door, and there wasn’t an answer like usual.

“Mr. Beresford, it’s me.” Still no answer.

I open the door expecting him to look up at me from his computer, but he wasn’t there. I know he didn’t walk out of his office because I would’ve saw given that my office is right next to his corner office.

“Mr. Beresford?” I ask looking around the office. I notice that his chair is a bit pushed back than normal. I walk over to his chair to see why and immediately my heart drops. He is passed out on the floor behind his desk.

“Oh, shit! Mr. Beresford!” I kneel down to feel his forehead I don’t feel it being warm. I fumble for my purse to grab my cell to call 911.

I tell dispatch what happened and what building and floor were on. They had an ambulance out here in minutes once they found out it was Clay Beresford. When the officers get here, I have Mr. Beresford’s head in my lap so it wouldn’t be on the hard ground. They remove him off of me and put him on a stretcher.

“Be careful with him. I don’t know what happened.” I say with a shaky voice.

One of the officers that is not carrying him turns to me.

“Ma’am, calm down. We know how to deal with a heart transplant patient.”

Once he says that I am stunned.

“A what?”

“4 years ago Clayton Beresford, had a heart transplant from his mother after the whole doctor team tried to murder him. It was on the news for weeks.” He looks at me like the information he gave me was so obvious and everyone else knew about it.

“Wha-“ I can’t even process what he just said. As his assistant why wasn’t I notified of his condition. 10 million questions run in my head but I realize as his assistant I should be with him also. I find the stamina to get up on my shaky legs and follow them to the elevator. Once we get outside I climb in the ambulance after they put Mr. Beresford in it. I stare at Mr. Beresford seemingly lifeless body, and it scares the shit out of me. I grab his hand and hope everything is okay.

Once we get to the hospital, he gets put on an IV. And i have to wait in the waiting room while they check to see what’s wrong with him. I rock in my chair nervously wondering what I’m going to do if he doesn’t make it out of this. He was just starting to become my friend even with him saying he wanted a strictly professional relationship. As I am thinking to myself as Beresford was called. I stood up and walked to the doctor.

“How is he?”

“Mr. Beresford is doing just fine.”

I let out a long relieved sigh.

“He had a small relapse due to his heart transplant.”

“Do you know what caused it?”

“We can’t be sure. With heart transplants, this could be caused by anything. Did he recently have any changes of diet, or exercise?”

I shake my head no, trying to think. Then suddenly it clicks.

“I gave him a bite of my donut. Do you think that what caused this?” I say devastated. I can’t bear a man’s life almost ending because of me.

“I’m sorry, but that’s a very real possibility. It’s the most probable possibility given that everything was fine until tonight.”

I look around and cover my mouth, knowing that I almost killed Mr. Beresford.

“Can I see him?”

“Of course but he’s resting right now. It might be a little while before he wakes up.”

“Okay. Thank you.”

She puts her hand on my should in sympathy and walks me to his room. Once I go in I see him sleeping on the bed with 3 different tubes attached to him. I put my hand over my mouth as I sob looking at him. I did that. I walk over beside his bed and sit in the seat that was there. I grab his hand and wait for him to wake. As I wait, I dosed off to sleep still grabbing his hand.

__________________________

He starts stirring which wakes me up. I squeeze his hand tighter with purpose letting him know that I was here for him. He squeezed it back but his eyes are still closed.

“Mr. Beresford.” I whisper as I stand up to get closer to his face. He hums and opens his eyes. He looks around confused before his eyes land on me, shocked.

“What happened.” He says groggily.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

He shakes his head in confusion.

“Why didn’t you tell me about your heart?” I say before I full on sob right in front of my boss. “It was my fault, I’m so sorry.”

He looks at me confused still.

“I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, take a breath.” He says and he grabs my other hand with his other hand. “What happened?”

“They say you had a relapse because of the donut I gave you. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed you to eat it.”

“Hey. Y/n, I am an adult. You didn’t push me to do anything. I ate it because I wanted to.”

I am too hysterical to realize that was his first time calling me by my first name.

“Do you want me to call anyone?”

He looks into my red, puffy eyes then looks forward.

“I don’t have anyone.” He says softly.

I don’t know what he means by that but he’s gone through enough so I don’t push him on it. It seems like I’m the only one going to be here from him tonight. I start to sit on the bed next to him slowly waiting for any signs of his uncomfortably. He nodded for me to continue to sit, still having both of our hands holding. I look him in the eyes and my eyes start to water again.

He wipes my tears with his fingers.

“Stop it. It wasn’t your fault.” He says as he tugs my hands so I can go closer to him. He pulls me into a hug, which causes me to have to lay on his chest. I carefully avoid the tubes attached to him, not trying to mess him up further.

“I’m going to be okay.”

We stay like this in silence for a couple of minutes.

“I thought you wanted to keep a professional relationship.” I joke through a sad voice.

“Screw that.”

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That sure took a turn. 😬

[xxbrightshadowxx]

How the hell did I learn about the 9th Amulet book through two brothers arguing in the backseat behind on a two hour plane trip from Arizona? I thought they were joking at first till I searched it up and it’s real and it’s coming out very soon. So after I learned that I decided to re-read the Amulet series up till 8 and decided to tell whoever is willing to read this my thoughts!

Clarification beforehand though, I do enjoy Amulet. It was one of my favorite pieces of media for a few years and even inspired me to create my own story similar to it. While I may come off a bit hatful and aggressive, I do like this series but that doesn’t mean I don’t have my fair share of problems with it

Books 1

So I’m going off the same rating scale that I use for movies so go check out my Trolls Band Together review to know what each rating means and just replace movie/film to with book. Anyways I give this book, 6/10. I enjoyed this book. This was the first graphic novels series I read and I was excited to know what happened next. I also loved how the robots and the robot house looked. I don’t have any problems with the first book. Primarily because it’s way too early to have any problems.

The reason why I rate it low though, is because while I enjoy it, it’s not my favorite. It didn’t do much to really impress me nor draw my attention. It did just enough to make me wanna see what happens next.

Book 2

With the second book I give it a 6.8/10 right between 6.5 and 7. Why? Well for starters I enjoyed the Elf plot line. To me, when I first read the series was much more interesting then the main one for some reason. This is the book where we meet Leon. Leon, for the most part was an interesting character. Not to mention we get some world building through him about the elf king and being a stone keeper.

Navin’s plotline, while useful to some degree, wasn’t my favorite. Of course it’s important but I was less invested than I should’ve. That might just have been a personal problem I have with Navin later in the series but we’ll get to that later.

My only problem with this is Luger. Now, Luger is a good villain and I found him intimidating when I first read the second book. I think my problem really stems from the fact that this is the only book where Luger gets to be a villain. This should be a book 3 problem but book 2 is where he is defeated.

Book 3

Book 3 was my favorite when I was younger and it still holds the place as one of my favorite amulet books in the series to this day. I give it a good 7.5/10. This book does a lot of things right in my opinion. I like the action sequences and the new information about Trellis backstory proving again that he is the most interesting character. I also found Rico and Enzo funny believe it or not. They are a fun addition to the party.

However, my problem was the robots. Miskit and Cogsly were just there most of the time. They didn’t really guide Emily like they were set up to be. I didn’t feel anything when they got captured. Which is not something you want your readers to feel when something bad happens. I also found Luger’s personality change strange. I expected him to be a bit more hostile and condescending after being defeated. Granted, you could argue it was the stone but still, it was odd.

Book 4

I have mixed feelings about this book. This is where certain problems that I have with Kazu start to show. First of all, I give this one a 7.5/10 as well. I was never sure if I should trust Max until the very end. I never understood Max. He was suspicious and I thought he had bad intentions some times and other times I thought for a moment maybe he did have good intentions for Emily.

I also like Alyson mostly because she felt much more real. She was fun and I liked her character. Leon, Rico, and Enzo have their moment, the prison break which I enjoyed reading. I also like the Elf racism while Trellis and Luger are at the prison. Granted, it’s brief but it’s to be expected and it does give some insight on what other people think about Elves. I also liked Vigo. I was glad to see another stone keeper on the good and he also came with more world building which I’m always glad to see.

However, Miskit and Cloglsy were both weak parts and I was confused about how everyone was dead and stone and Max’s agenda for a while. I had to re-read certain parts to fully grasp what was happening.

Book 5

Book 5 was a 7/10. I don’t have many thoughts. For one I am mad they split up the original party. Karen, Miskit, Cloglsy, and Leon felt like they were meant for more before they got shoved in the brook closet. Sure, Cloglsy is here with Navin but it isn’t much. I do enjoy seeing Navin and Alyson hanging out, that’s fun. Max’s backstory is sad..he tried helping his friend and her family from prison. Only for it to backfire horribly in his face and be thrown into prison for trying to be a good person. His hatred and need to revenge for his dead friend is such an interesting concept for a villain and he poses such a genuine threat and I love it.

Then there is the about the voice. I am not gonna lie, not a big fan of it. The reveal that the voice is the elf king felt odd and sort of out of place. I don’t know. I have mixed feelings about it.

Book 6

Max. Max, max, max. All I got to say is f-ck you, Kazu Kibuishi for screwing over such an interesting character. This book gets a 5.1/10. The utter and total whiplash I got when Max wanted to work with Trellis, Emily, and Vigo gave me migraines. There was no build up and it was so random. And his death, are the FUCKING kidding me. This just felt like a lazy way to write out a character. Max knew that Layra wouldn’t approve of his actions and that’s why he asked for forgiveness. Then he tried to justify with her and it’s such horse crap! No to mention, it was so fricking anticlimactic and just lazy!

I also wasn’t a big fan of Navin’s side plot. Also something reoccurring is that Emily is just there. She doesn’t push the narrative because she has no goals. She just does heroic stuff because she feels she has to. Not because she wants to. It makes her feel flat. Which is disappointing since she had potential to be great.

The reason why I don’t put this as a three is because the scene where they save the elves and Trellis announces himself to be the real king, is cool. Not to mention I liked Riva. She’s a character that had great potential. However this is not enough to save this book.

Book 7

Oh, firelight. You are the embarrassing sibling in the Amulet series. I give you 3/10. First off, one good thing I’ll say is I am glad we are continuing the theme of lost. Even if it feels weird, pacing wise. That’s it. That’s the only thing I really enjoy about this book.

First off I didn’t like Pil, Alyson, and Navin’s storyline. It was just there and it took up too much page time. Second, Gabilan. Oh, Gabilan. He was also just there. We get his backstory, he does some stuff and then he dies. He’s a plot device and while if you really think about it, everyone is a plot device, Kazu didn’t try to hide the fact that he is a plot device. Also the ending. TRELLIS. YOU ARE TELLING YOU DID EVERYTHING TO TRY AND STOP HER FROM BECOMING A BIRD! WHAT THE F—

Book 8

Where do I begin. First off, this book was a 0/10.

And now my problems. First off the si fi outer space plot like win Navin was so boring. Oh my god. I felt nothing. But that. That part was least of my concerns. My concerns was everything else. First of all, Trellis and Vigo got nerfed so easily that it annoys me. They stop the army and that’s fine, though they did it without trying. And that’s it for them. In the entire book. I have several issues with them shoving Riva, Trellis, and Vigo in the closet.

But my biggest issue is Emily and the void. First of all how the hell did she get out so easily. Was this even an issue if she just left without any problems any help. WHY DID SHE NEED NO HELP! If it was that easy to leave the void, why did it take people years to get out. What the fuck. Also what the fuck is with the future Emily bullshit?! TIME PARADOX ARE A THING KAZU. THERE IS A REASON NOT MANY PEOPLE DESL WITH TIME TRAVEL. Also who the hell is Moze’s dad?! Why does he have to her son?! Kazu, why?! You missed the mark by a landslide.

Also the elf king. WHAT. THE. FUCK. IT WAS SO FRICKING EASY TO DEFEAT HIM. JUST HAD TO TAKE OFF HIS DAMN MASK. TELL ME THIS. IF THE ELF KING WAS THAT EASY TO DEFEAT, WAS HE EVER A REAL THREAT IN THE FIRST PLACE?! NO! WE HAVE BEEN BUILDING UP TO THE ELF KING AS THR BIG BOSS SINCE BOOK 2 AND WE DEFEAT HIM IN THE MOST ANTICLIMACTIC WAS POSSIBLE ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! NOW THE MAIN THREAT IS A BUNCH OF SHADOWS?! WHY?! WHY! AND IF YOU TELL ME THAT THAT ISNT WHAT BOOK 9 IS ABOUT IT STATES IN THE AMZON DESCRIPTION: “Emily finally understands the stone's power and what she must do to defend Alledia from the shadows.”

ALSO THE FACT THAT EMILY IS ALIVE SEEMS LIKE A NO BIG DEAL TO VIGO AND TRELLIS ALSO THEY JUDT LER HER LEAVE TO GO KILL A BUNCH OF SHADOWS ALONE?! ALSO OLD EMILY WAS THERE TO GIVE EMILY HER STAFF AT THE END. AGAIN, TIME PARADOXS ARE A THING KAZU.

Overall thoughts:

It’s obvious that Kazu Kibuishi wrote this story without a proper outline. What does that mean? It means Kazu didn’t know how he was going to end the story or the middle. He knew the beginning and instead of trying to figure out and plan the entire story, he wrote what he thought of right on the spot. When waverider comes out I will buy it and read it. I will also most likely rate it and write down my thoughts. Till next time though, if you actually took the time read this post and indulge in my thought process and ideas.

[luffyvace]

”headcanons for Reigen and his childhood”

—@princeasimdiya12 resquested these through message :)

Little Reigen was probably a little silly :3 who also probably went through some stuff ⚠️ TW: angst

To start off on a good note I wanna go ahead and say if somebody were to ask him ‘how was your childhood’ he’d respond “it was good, I had a good home n’ my mom was the best cook 😼, my dad always played ball with me too👌” although it’s much deeper than that, he isn’t lying technically.

Anyway on to the sillies :3 His mom actually is a really good cook 😍👩‍🍳 she could cook and bake in fact 😚 (when she didn’t burn the deserts <3) yeah idk what happened but she always just seemed to forget she was baking?? But she didn’t forget when she was cooking….? Idk 🤷‍♀️ Maybe because sometimes baking takes longer in the oven? Again- idk, but it never broke out into a fire so that’s good….although they had to leave the house cuz all the smoke 😁 which leads me to say his mom would end up telling the neighbors (they lived in apartment when he was real young, like up til 7) so they could get out too (cuz smoke like- slips through the cracks of the doors). Everyone opens the windows and doors until it airs out. Before then everyone’s outside relaxing or playing. (Reigen and his dad was the only ones playing).

The couple upstairs was a young couple with no children and there was a old married couple downstairs. Which essentially means Reigen didn’t grow up with other children, at least in his apartment. On the block, yeah but they either weren’t cool with him or were older kids. So yeah, Reigen mostly played with his father. They’d play baseball a lot and Reigen was the batter but he always got hit in the face whenever his dad pitched 😚👍Playing ball with him was his happiest moments, at some point he wanted to be a baseball player actually. He was so fond of it, even his room was baseball themed.

⚠️Angst part:

At school he had friends. Not the type where your excited to see them every day, nonono- the type that occasionally talked to you when they were bored, or if you did something cool. Yeah, those friends :( He clang onto that because that was the most he got. It’s not that the other kids hated him, they just had they’re groups….and he wasn’t apart of any. He was also the class laughing stock 😤 The teachers saw him occasionally talk to students so they never thought twice about the situation 🤦‍♀️ (Check on the poor baby!! 💥💥) He was really chatty when he did get the chance to talk and it was mostly him spewing “cool” lies about his life. Bragging, trying to big himself up to make others want to be his real friends. Buuut that never happened. Actually I wanna say he made one (actually 4 but we’ll get into that later) real friend in high school but he was a foreign exchange student—and he never got the chance to get his number before he went back.

Overall things got better into his teens for a while, until they didn’t. His earlier years played a factor but the teens really did it as to why he is how he is today. At first he had a friend group. It was like 3 dudes and him. They were genuine and had lots of fun together. They met on summer break and two weren’t from his school, the other was but in a different class from him. A pair in the group met in middle school and loved to skateboard. Just thought I’d mention it. Anyway they eventually split ways, not for any reason in particular—they just drifted apart :/

when he turned 11 is when his dad stopped playing with him and he changed his room from baseball themed. He was pretty upset about it but one of the reasons he stopped was because he was his dad had to focus on work more and picked up more hours. So he ended up wanting the weekends for resting and not playing. A year later when he was 12, his parent’s marriage got really rocky- like almost to a divorce—he never found out what happened but something did and completely fixed the problem?! Not overnight of course- but things looked up a lot. He stayed in his room a lot that year and he never bothered asking, only happy to know they were staying together.

Fluff again ♡:

uh random to lighten the mood.. he really loved his mother’s banana pudding. (If he could he would still eat it to this day). But he doesn’t visit her often enough. They email more than anything.

His favorite meal for breakfast was waffles. For lunch? Grilled cheese :) and for dinner he looooved takeout 😋 yeah he’s a pretty takeout obsessed dude and even though his mom can kick more butt in the kitchen than the restaurant cook can he just always had a taste for it 🤷‍♀️ His favorite takeout was Chinese food. Although he could never use the chopsticks he always tried :P

This isn’t my usual headcanons writing style but I decided I wanted to do it like this instead because the paragraphs are a bit long 😅

I do hope you don’t mind dear 💗 enjoy your tea 😊☕️

[crimsonlyinglilly]

No. 7: “ “I paced around for hours on empty; I jumped at the slightest of sounds.”

Alleyway | Radio Silence | “Can you hear me?”

a little late but here's day 7

Sage because the girl deserves more and Sage/Finn because they didn’t get nearly enough in canon and Finn needs something to make up for all I’m, by that I mean Dahlia, is going to put him through this month.

Oh and Henrik lives in this AU.

—--

Sage always tends to meet Mikaelsons in alleyways.

It starts with the youngest when they were all still human before the creation of the monsters to be, when a young boy with still healing scars attempted to hide from the stares and was followed into the small gap between two buildings by a predator of a human sort.

Sage followed, and the man who had planned to prey on the boy never left. They were found by one of the boy’s older brothers, the other dark haired one, Kol who gave her an appraising look after he saw the body but thanked her after introducing himself and left with the younger boy under his arm.

*

A little over two years later she’s bleeding out in an alleyway not far from the first, choking on her breath as she regretted not checking for a weapon, alone as the man had fled when he realised he wouldn’t get his fun with her dying.

“Can you hear me?” a voice called, she blinked, the world coming into focus to find the second Mikaelson boy, Kol looking down at her.

She glared up at him, not sure why he was bothering in her last moments.

“Sorry,” he shrugged, crouching down to her, “See i have an idea but i need a test subject, if this works take it as repaying you for saving Henrik. If it doesn’t, you're dead, sorry.”

Before she could muster the strength to question him he pushed his wrist to her mouth and held her head there.

She died with a taste of iron in her mouth from blood that wasn’t hers. She wakes later to his grinning face.

An experiment he had explained, it was a moment of chance that he had smelt her blood and recognized her while he had escaped his family to muse on his lost magic. He had the chance to explain the basics of what she had become and left her a ring to allow her into the daylight before he and the rest of his siblings fled to europe.

*

She only met Klaus because Henrik had recognized her.

“Sage?” the voice called her from Alice, the young sister who had snuck out of the convert to see her. For a moment she had just stared, after two and a half centuries her human life seemed more like a dream than reality sometimes, until the mind caught up.

“Henrik, you look well.” she smiled at the boy, shifting Alice to rest against her shoulder, leaving the barley conscious woman to mouth at her neck, where she had already cut.

“How-?” He asked stepping further into the alley, before she could answer him a nd pulled him back.

“Henrik, mind introducing you friend?” Klaus asked, an undercurrent of threat in his words while around Henrik,, she wondered if he knew how much like his father when he spoke like that.

“This is Sage, she saved me back when we were human, Sage this is my brother Klaus.” Henrik replies, apparently not noticing the threat as he tried to step closer.

“Sage?” he asked with a charming smile even as he held Henrik back, if she was another woman it might have worked but his charm was far too much like the men she had grown up with.

“Just Sage.” she smiled, her father may have freed her from thralldom but she had no interest in keeping him or his name alive. 

“And how-” Klaus attempted to take another step in front of Henrik only to be nearly pushed over by him.

“How are you still alive?” Henrik interrupted and Sage smothered her amusement at the look of indignation Klaus sent his way. 

“Didn’t your brother tell you?” she asked but the look of confusion on Henrik’s and irritated realistion on Klaus’s faces answered that question for her, “Kol found me before you left, he said he wanted to experiment and as i was ready dying.” she shrugged, it not quite a grand beginning of a new life but she enjoyed her new life far better than she would have the Hall’s her father’s gods offered. 

“Kol!” Klaus snarled, she may have jumped at the sudden aggression but with Alice still plastered to her front she hid it.

She had been paying attention to the rumours about the Original family and it was a well known fact that either the two oldest brothers were at each other’s throats or tearing through villages together.

“Niklaus I'm positive he had a reason for not telling us.” Henrik tried to calm the now livid, Klaus gave her a look before turning away stalking away, forcing the younger to follow.

“Yes, his own bloody amusement” Klaus snapped but slowed enough for the shorter to catch up. “I'm going to ring his neck.”

She was relieved when the ranting faded, it had been a long time since she had felt threatened by anyone and Klaus Mikaelson brought back far too many memories of her human life. 

She took Alice home and in the morning offered her a choice of freedom from her vow and made a note to herself to avoid Klaus in all future opportunities.

*

Finn was special, even if it’s a few centuries before she finds out he and his siblings were Mikealsons. It’s a few years after her meeting with Klaus and Alice had left her side to enjoy the world on her own.

She first finds him in an underground bar and watches him, she can taste the power but under the cold, impassive charm that has both men and women staring, she knows the look of someone haunted, far too like the pretty young wives with controlling husbands waiting at home. 

Moreover she notices while he only leaves with men he watches the women with more interest, with a longing,  so when she notices him watching her more than a few times she decides to get answers on the fifth night and gets him to follow her to the alleyway just outside one of the exits.

“What do you want?” he asks before she has a chance, she smiles at the clear clipped accent that is far older than those around them, his next words relieving he knew what she was made him even more interesting. “I'm not someone you can feed on.”

“You know most of the girls you’ve been watching would have to have a chance at you.” she tells him instead drawing closer, she didn’t get involved with witches much, but she could almost taste the power he had from across the room, she wanted to see how it felt to touch him.

“I can’t risk it.” He offers as she sets a hand on his chest, the honesty clear in his eyes and the steady heartbeat under her hand, even with her close enough to bite he was unafraid, instead he looks at her with curiosity and something else.

“A child.” There's a story there, but she decides to leave it for now after nearly a week of watching him. It had worked up a hunger in her that wasn’t fading the closer she got to him. He was looking at her in a way she was unfamiliar with even after centuries alive she wanted more.

“But how about me?” the words slip from her before she had really thought them through.

“What?” his mouth hangs over a little in shock and she doesn’t think she’s wanted to kiss another as much before but still she waits.

“I know you’ve been watching me and  you know what I am, you don’t need to worry about that with me.” she smirks gently backing him up against the wall but giving him room to escape if he wanted. Instead he meets her as she leans forward. At first it was gentle but it quickly grew heated until she front her feet lifted from the floor and her back against the wall.

Kissing Finn, being with him even in the quiet moments just listening to his breathing, to his heartbeat, his eyes watching her. It was like finding a part of herself that was missing, some romantic part of her wondered if this, he, was the reason she woke up in that alleyway two centuries before.

She meets the real him in the alleyway behind the bar and didn’t realise she gave her heart to him until another alleyway a century later. He admits his deepest thoughts to her even those he doesn’t place on his siblings and she confesses hers, the ones she had kept to herself since she was alive, and yet none of it ever changes how they look at each other.

Finn tells her his first tattoo was of a Dahlia flower because he had still be concerned she would harm his brother of marking something of hers and had hoped a flower of her namesake would prevent that, in the centuries while he sleeps, and coloured inks become more popular Sage thinks of one day taking Finn to get the Dahlia coloured in golds and red, as far from the black hearted woman that keeps him.   

*

Rebekah finds her while he and Finn are in the middle of convincing a young man to invite them back to his home where his wife was waiting, she does reduces the amount she kills during her time with Finn, it’s not much of a hardship since their time is precious, instead to uses the time to introduce him to as much as she can.

To give him something to dream of while he’s trapped with the witch.

However that does mean she has little patience for any intrusions 

“Sage.” The tone is cold and she can hear the superior attitude that had always grated her nerves.

“Rebekah.” she returned with a far more pleasant tone, she had Finn she wasn’t going to let a spoiled little girl ruin her night. 

She isn’t that surprised to be recognized, Klaus had insisted she sit for him when it had come to his attention she was in town, Rebekah likely had seen the portrait. Sage had sat for hours while Klaus sketched and painted while staring at one of the Mikaelson family, Rebakah sitting in the centre of her brothers. 

“You really are as much a Harlot as I remember.” Rebekah spat and Sage wanted to laugh, as if rumours from people centuries dead and forgotten, just because the Mikaelson were still haunted by their past didn’t mean she was, she had leant to leave it behind in the alleyway she had died in. 

She moves from Harold’s neck to kissing the frown from Finn’s mouth at the words. While her white knight could likely bring an Original down with little effort it would be temporary and all that would do was bring her brothers after them.

“Harry here is taking home to meet his wife,” she called back, carefully shifting them all upright to walk away. “Not all of us are so reserved, perhaps you try to branch out,” she advised, as Finn slipped an arm around both of them, leaving slightly dazed and confused Harold in the middle of them and the walked away from the Original “just because we’re centuries old doesn't mean one has to stay so old fashioned.” she turned to wave back.

She chuckles to herself at the memory of Rebekah’s expression every time afterwards.

*

Sage had lived a long time to know a trap when she saw one, so the young lady walking alone on dark streets far too close to the worst part of town with pretty petticoats that screamed wealth catches her eye, she’s played that game. Not one to interrupt another’s game she watches as the lone wandered gained three followers and ‘took a wrong turn’ into a dead end.

She arrives at the tail end of the fight to three downed men and the lady flipping a knife she had clearly taken from one of the attackers, the lady sighed, one that spoke heavily of disappointment.

“I had expected better.” The words were spoken in an upper class accent but she has to give a second glance when she registers the voice, deeper than a woman’s by far. “Oh pardon, i didn’t see you there.” he looked at her for a moment. “Were you hunting them? you're free to feed on them now.”

It was only then that Sage realised there were only two heartbeats in the alleyway, and the power she could feel from man was only slightly lesser than Finn’s.

 “I was only looking for a good fight, perhaps I should have thought better than dressing like this. I should have known it would only lure out the cowards.” The man ended his statement by flicking the knife from his hand into the remaining living man’s throat, who died quickly choking on his own blood.

“Have a good evening.” the person bid her as they slipped away, it was spoken softly and if she hadn’t just seen and heard everything, she would have been fooled, with the veil replaced they once again seemed nothing more than a lost young lady.

When she confessed the strange tale to Finn later, her love simply groaned and laid his face onto her shoulder. “You met Elijah love, I had hoped to give you a proper introduction.” 

They never do get around to a proper introduction, Elijah leaves town that night and by the time they meet it’s been centuries since that night. 

“Good evening?“ Elijah smirks, his voice oddly soft, Sage laughs and Finn’s eyes are bright with joy.

—-

Freya she doesn’t meet in an alleyway, Freya she meets in the middle of the Mikaelson’s home, Dahlia dead and her love freed.

“I’m glad to meet you sister.” Freya grinned when she had Finn finally loosen their hold on each other, and pulled her into a hug.

[horror-beeings-artandwriting]

Big post explaining everything including hiatus stuff,

TW: Mention of depression, suicidal thoughts, parent death, and just trauma dumping so uh yeah

First and foremost I am not going on hiatus On this blog, However @ask-malachite-rot-crkau is on hiatus until further notice, due to mental health stuff and also story stuff I’m still figuring out!

Next why am I going on hiatus. I’m gonna put this under an undercut due to some people on my blog not wanting to see my dumb mental health junk. So uh yeah TW STARTS HERE!!

As I said in an earlier post, my mother pasted away recently, now my mother was not in good health for the last 10 years of my life, I was one of her main caregivers along side my father (my grandparents even though they could help never offered)

I was 7 when my life started going to hell, my mother fell and got an infection in her knee. and due to the state I live in, when my mom was in the hospital for almost a month she had going septic, gotten allergic reactions the doctors were shit. I was never able to see her due to my age. and when I did, her leg was…open. I still remember how her muscles looked.

I closed myself off, kept getting called brave for dealing with her being sick. She became disabled, she couldn’t walk at all. And the doctors never got her into the proper physical therapy. So she never truly recovered. Then another thing happened, she lost her right due to another accident

I started at 7 years old thinking it would be better to not wake up. But I never said anything, fast forward a couple years my mom has to go on dialysis due to the medication that she was given that when she went septic caused her to get a really damaged kidney and hearts, and she already had diabetes. It wasn’t helping.

In April 6th of this year I woke up went to the front room, complaining about school to my father, my mother in her and my fathers bedroom, we walked in to go check on her because she wasn’t answering and saw her passed out.

An hour later she was dead. I watched my mother die.

The paramedics didn’t even cover her body, so I saw her hand poking out from under the sheet.

That day I lost everything.

I started thinking about killing myself every day how it would be better to rot away and die. I hated being alive but the only reason I didn’t do anything was because I thought my dad already lost the love of his life the woman he was married to for 24 years. I will not put him through another loss.

So I kept it together. I didn’t speak I didn’t cry. I was a soild wall, I watched my grandma my mom’s mother go through loosing her daughter.

Right before her funeral I lost it, I told my dad I wanted to kill myself. He immediately got me on anti depressants. And I’m doing better now.

Thanks to my best friend and brother @hunterwritesstuff and my family.

I am okay. I just I know some people wanna know sorry if this is to descriptive I just yeah…

[taylor]

If the following situation happened to you, how would you feel? Because I’m really hurt and pissed but maybe I’m missing something obvious?

- Last Tuesday, my friend Jordyn invited me and another friend to a bar this weekend on Saturday (last night).

- Saturday morning (yesterday) she texts the group chat and verifies we’re still down for the night - the plan at this point is meet at Jordyn’s house at 7 to leave together to the bar.

- It’s 6:30 PM and I’ve been cleaning the house and realize I’m going to be late, so I call Jordyn to let her know I’ll just meet her at the bar. She doesn’t answer, so I check my texts and see that I missed where she said at 3:40 PM in the group text: “Change of plans no bar tonight the vibe is weird”. I reply back asking about the vibe being weird and she texts me one on one saying she’ll call me in 10 minutes and I’m like sweet cool that’s fine - that’s at 6:30 PM. (for context, she was at a friend’s graduation, and had to see a girl she’s been in a semi-fight and big misunderstanding with, so my assumption is the “vibe” being off was due to this other girl and her boyfriend, who Jordyn had been somewhat involved with at some point.)

- I’m not the kind of person who thinks 10 minutes HAS to always mean 10 minutes, so I continue cleaning and an hour and 20 minutes go by and I decide to text her like bestie what’s the tea i’m so curious (this is at like 7:50 PM i think?) and right after i send it I open my find my friends app and I see Jordyn literally pull up at the bar, like the timing was insane to actually see her pull up like that.

- So she’s at the bar, that she said earlier tonight wasn’t happening anymore. I’m pissed because I feel like somewhere along the line she lied to me and I don’t understand why. Either she lied about me being invited to the bar in the first place, which doesn’t make sense, or she lied about it being cancelled, or just lied by omission. I ended up checking her location like 4 hours later and she was still at the bar (she’s home now so she didn’t leave her phone there like she’s done before lol).

…would y’all feel the same anger/resentment/sadness/etc that I feel? Because Jordyn and I recently got into a huge argument where I told her I felt she didn’t value our friendship because she kept cancelling plans last minute and I just wanted to hang out with her and it felt like I didn’t matter enough to her for her to always come up with an excuse for why today wouldn’t work - to her credit, though, when we finally talked things through 2 weeks later, she apologized for always cancelling or changing plans and said she’d try to be better about it (which is all anyone can ask for, for someone to TRY, and the result is MORE time with my bestie, which I always want). Then this happens not even a week after we reconciled over her CANCELLING AND CHANGING PLANS ALL THE TIME? like maybe i’m just an idiot but it seems to me like maybe not ideal to cancel plans with someone only to keep those same plans actually and just lol never reply to them?

Also, I texted her a few minutes later after I saw her get to the bar and I suggested seeing a movie or going to the bar anyway - I didn’t wanna be the weirdo who’s like I SEE YOURE AT THE BAR WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THAT but honestly i was hoping she’d just say “omg come on by, the plans are back on!!” bc i was literally ready to go out and have fun, and i wanted to even try to give her an “out” where she could see i was still trying to make something happen, but wasn’t calling her out (even tho i probably rightfully could have). so anyway, i did text her at 8 pm with that idea and then at like 12:45 she’s still at the fucking bar and has yet to text me back, which will probably happen tomorrow but until then i’m just left to sit here and wonder what the fuck just happened and maybe she just doesn’t want me around? am i oblivious to this and maybe i’ve been recently annoying her and she felt like she had no option but to not re-invite me? or had no option but to lie? she’s like my best friend irl and so i don’t want to lose her but i don’t like this icky feeling i’ve got going on

[notaisho]

Simple Love (Valentine One Shot)

-●●●- Pairing : Yang Jeong In x Afabreader

-●●●- Type : One Shot

-●●●- Words : 3.3k

-●●●- Rating : PG-13

-●●●- Genre : Romance, Josei

-●●●- Warnings : Age difference ( 3 years); mention of alcohol.

Masterlist - Ask

A/N : I known today isn’t Valentine Day, but my plan actually was to publish it the weekend following the 14th so as much people as possible could find time to read it. This oneshot might be the only content published this month because I’m busy as always. I wanted to write something sweet with no mature content for once or maybe just like all the oneshot I have published here. ahah 

Everyone around you would at first qualify your relationship as surprising but after ten minutes being around you they would start to see why you are both together. It’s true the first time you both met could qualify as quite unordinary, none of your friends understand how you met when your lifestyles are similar but a lot different at the same time. Working as a barman,  you are what people call a nighthowl, working from the moment the sun is down until it rises up again ten hours later. Your sleep schedule, your whole life even turning around your work. Going to sleep at 7 am when everyone goes to work, looking as dead and motivated as them on the 06:45 am bus from the club to your place; then waking up at 2 pm to have a breakfast made mostly of coffee and anything you can find around your place; and finally doing nothing or some chores before getting ready around 5 pm, just having to put on your black uniform made of long pants, button shirt and a few of your usual accessories. Every day except two random days off a week, you keep that schedule, barely having time to go out, not that your friends mind since they come to your workplace from time to time or meet you in the early afternoon before letting you go make some money. 

Jeong In being a work alcoholic pretty much just like you would wake up at 5 am to get ready for his day, taking time to choose his outfit for the day and working on a few designs while having breakfast. At 8 am, he would always be the first one at the tattoo shop to arrive, getting his space clean and ready for the day and then sketching when he had no clients scheduled or practicing his lines. He loved his job which is why he was always the first to come and the last one to go, always making sure his studio at the shop was as clean as he liked. After leaving at 7 pm it was most of the time a meeting with his couch that was waiting for him, not that he didn’t like going out but he would usually answer all his email from the comfort of his red velvet couch. Going out was nice from time to time, like going for drinks or to a nice restaurant, that’s why everyone from his friend group were surprised the night you both met. 

The day, or more like the night you met each other was what you would call an usual work day. You were at work at 7 pm to clean your bar once again and to start getting fruits ready in advance, check if your colleague last night did put back in stock the bottles you asked for but also to correct if needed the drink menu. By the time you needed to open, which was usually 9 pm everything was ready, like usual you were on time and very organized. It was a Thursday night, not during any school holidays so you weren’t expecting a lot of clients, maybe a few early weekend birds but it wasn’t going to be a party from 9 to 5 like it could be on Friday and Saturday or even Sunday evening. Like you predicted you didn’t have a lot of people, a few friends group here and here but no one ordering much drinks. And so a boring Thursday night began with just making a few drinks every hour and watching people have fun in the meantime. At some point your eyes kept going back to one noisy group of guys, they weren’t noisy in a bad way, they seemed to be having fun, most of them looking a few years younger than you. You remember smiling a bit at them before going back to cleaning some glasses, not concentrating at all on what was going a meter at least away from your work space. You only came back to your surroundings when you saw a Three Days Grace altered tour shirt trying to take place in front of you. Like the professional that you are, you looked at him with a smile and asked him by habit what he wanted, but damned you were seeing “oh freaking damn” cute he was. His cute foxy-like eyes and the even more adorable smile you got in return almost made you unable to hear his order, a cuba libre, not strong and a little bit sweet, interesting choice. Usually people would order a beer or shots, so it was a nice change from the 30 or what drinks you made so far that night. Cute and like rum based cocktails ? Man if only you weren’t so sure he wasn’t at least 2 years younger than you. 

“Here you go”you said, placing his drink in front of him expecting him to go back to whoever he was with. 

But strangely after giving you a smile back while thanking you he stayed right there, not moving his cute ass from his seat. Not like you minded, it gave you more time to study the younger man in front of you. You finally noticed his bleached blond hair, a bit curly, then your eyes trailed to his arms and hands; jesus christ this fine man also had nice tattoo covered arms and hands, funny how all his tattoos were showing tonight while all of yours were completely hidden by your uniform. This got you curious, asking yourself if he was also hiding some under his clothes, you wouldn’t mind if while standing up and going to where he came from you could craps a glance of a low back tattoo. 

“Not going back to your friends ?”, you ask, finally getting away from your little fantasies. 

“ They seem to be distracted enough so I can stay here talking to you”, he smiled. 

“Oh lord” was all that came to your mind, “if he wasn’t younger.” You tried to busy your hand by washing an already clean glass. Getting hit on by a customer wouldn’t be a first, with this kind of job it’s pretty normal, be it because alcohol gives them courage, stupidity or just them being bold even without any drink yet in their system. Usually you wouldn’t even have any reaction to them, but here you were having an internal conflict, a little screaming voice telling you how cute blondie in front of you was, customer or not. You should definitely not answer back, and you should absolutely not smile slightly like an idiot, which you are actually doing. 

“Talk to me ? I wouldn’t want to keep you from all the fun they are having right now”

“ Here is more fun.”, a smile flashing up in your direction. 

This smug little man, knowing exactly what to say to make you want to giggle like a 16 years old. If you weren’t on shift, not at your working place and better dressed you would already have offered him to have drinks at your place for a private after party even if younger men weren’t usually who you would go back home with. But tonight you had to keep it professional, eyes are everywhere and you already know the other bartender on shift tonight is already listening in to see if they can hear something they could remind you of in the staff room later. And at the same time, you want this to go a bit longer, just enough for your ego to feel great for the few hours left from your shift. Last few hours before the week off you will offer yourself after months without taking additional days off to take care of yourself. 

“I guess it is, glad old me seems more fun than doing a push up match”, you said smiling while taking his empty glass and placing a new one the next second. 

“ Yeah, way more entertaining and attractive.” 

Smug again, but this time you couldn’t help the little giggling sound from your mouth. You wanted to punch yourself the moment you heard that sound but it seems the young man in front of you had a different opinion as he found it to be adorable how you tried to control yourself. Jeong In never came here with the thought of meeting someone, quite the contrary as he hasn’t felt the need to meet someone new in months. But tonight, as he entered this place one of his friends found a few weeks ago and saw one of the bartenders his eyes couldn’t leave them. It took him a few drinks before he mustered the courage to go over there himself and order a drink directly from you. 

Quite frankly what struck him was your posture, the elegance you hold just standing there taking care of your space. From afar your figure was already beautiful enough but now that he was closer to you he could see more. He noticed your long and elegant fingers, quickly working around while making him his drink, he saw the tattoos adorning both middle fingers, the well taken care of nails, silver rings; those small details telling him enough about you  to make him even more interested. It made him wonder about you and how you tried to control your reactions was really cute in his eyes. Jeongin found you so cute that he just wanted to keep going, but luck wasn’t anymore on his side, and his friends just decided it was the perfect moment to notice he stayed at the bar instead of coming back to their table.

“What’s taking so long, found something more interesting than us?” , said a voice while Jeongin could feel an arm headlocking him. 

“Maybe”, he answered. 

His friend made an exaggerated surprised sound and before Jeong In at times to say something else he felt himself being lifted from his chair. His friend didn’t even leave him a chance to say his goodbye to you, already dragging his ass back to their table. He could only stare as you tried to hide a small laugh, but that was enough for me to smile. Oh man, he hoped to have a new opportunity with you, one moment alone. But his friends didn’t let him escape again for the rest of the night, only deciding to leave when the sun was almost up and someone from the staff told them they would close soon. Jeong In mind went back to you the moment fresh air hit his face, while his friends were debating how to get home and what were their plans for the rest of the  3 days week-end they all offered themselves, here he was standing asking himself what the cute bartender was doing. Would you be going out soon to get back to your place or would have to stay longer so you could close up ? Should he stay and wait for you ? Would this be weird ? While Jeong In head was running miles to figure out if he should just go home or listen to his wants, he didn’t feel someone approaching him.

“Wait here”, Jeong In immediately lifted his head after hearing this.

“ Huh ?”

“It’s obvious what you are thinking about, you were eyeing them all night.”

“ Should I ? Wouldn’t this be weird”, worry being slightly visible in his voice, Jeong In looked at his friend who just ended giving him an encouraging smile. “ Thanks Felix.”

His friend just kept smiling at him before going back to the others who were already splitting up into cabs, deciding it was way better than to wait one more hour somewhere else and to catch the first subway home. Jeong In just stayed there, waving them off before choosing to lean on the club’s wall. He might have been a fool, deciding to just wait here, not knowing when you would even show up on the street ready to get home. As he started to question his choice again, he didn’t notice how the club door opened to let someone out, it’s only when he heard the sound of trash  meeting the concrete did he turn his head. And here you were, a bit surprised by meeting his eyes. 

How surprised you were to see him standing just here, was he waiting for you ? That’s so freaking cute, and you couldn’t remember the last time someone actually did that for you. And even if your professional rules were to never have something with a client, here you were letting your mouth speak before you could really think about it.

“ I finish in half an hour.” was all you blurred out before you went back inside as fast as you came out leaving an as much surprised as you Jeong In on the street. 

Your strike of confidence did fade a little when you went back to check the last details upstairs, asking yourself that maybe he was actually just waiting for a taxi and not you. You after all only “flirted” less than five minutes when he was still upstairs, you shouldn’t have thought he stayed just to wait for you. You aren’t in your sweet sixteen anymore, being delusional isn’t something that should exist in your mid twenties. Hell even when you were still in your early twenties you decided it was better to stop living in delusion when it came to dating or hookups.

But Jeong In proved your insecure end of shift brain wrong when he was still leaning against the wall when you came back down with your bag under your arm. Hands slightly sweating even after washing them to be sure they didn’t smell like cleaning products or alcohol, you stood there not exactly knowing what to say or do as you were digesting the fact that he was still waiting. 

“ I thought we could go for a coffee but maybe it’s not very 6 am end of shift friendly”Jeong In tried to break the ice, worried the vibes between you both were gone but clearly the laugh you left out proved him wrong again. 

“ Maybe not coffee, yeah, but coffee free breakfast wouldn’t hurt my sleep schedule.”, you smiled.

Jeong In couldn’t help smiling back at you before proposing to take the lead. You walked side by side for a while, preferring walking all the way to the nearest convenience store than taking the subway to a neighborhood with places still open. Here he bought you juice and sweet bread for you to eat outside while the sun started to show itself and blinded your eyes, which he covered by moving his chair around, you thought he was just as sweet as the bread in your hands. Sitting there for almost an hour, you learned about his work, he learned more about yours, you both ended up learning the age gap between you both, surprised about how three years wasn’t exactly that much. You laughed and smiled together and when you started to see the huge flow of people walking around you to get to their shitty 9 to 5 job you both decided it was probably time to split.

Jeong In insisted to at least take you to your bus stop, you talked a bit more on the way and while waiting for your bus you finally exchanged numbers and social media. Your bus was entering your sight when another bold thought came to you, you knew you didn’t really want to part, and you felt like the young man in front of you was feeling the same, or at least you hoped. You didn’t let your mind think enough before you blurred out your proposal.

“ Wanna actually come over right now ?”, a sentence enough to surprise the blonde once again. 

“ Yeah.”, Jeong In answered, not thinking much at all either.

The next second you just took his hand in yours, leading him inside the bus before seating together. The entire 30 minutes ride neither of you made a move to separate your hands, yours still holding his and him slightly squeezing it. Suddenly you were both silent, but not an awkward one, one of comfort. Once in front of your door, you quickly unlock it, letting him inside, your brain starting to process what you just did, not knowing what the hell was going on and what you will do in the following minutes. Usually you would just go take a shower and sleep the second you met your bed, but you just took back a fine young man to your place with no actual thought of, well, fuck him in your bed. 

Jeong In was actually lost too, what were you both supposed to do now ? But it wouldn’t be a lie to say he was starting to feel pretty tired and that he could feel the same coming from you. And so he decided to act first, even though it wasn’t his own apartment, Jeong In navigated easily in the three rooms you rented and found the couch, your cat actually already sleeping here. Jeong In let you both just fall down on the soft material, your hands still united, a sigh of relief leaving both your body but before any of you could completely let sleep gain your brain final words left your mouths. 

“That’s so weird”, you said.

“Hell yeah it is.” he answered with a light laugh accompanied by yours.

And just like that, you both drifted to sleep, waking up four hours later before actually barely leaving each other for the rest of the weekend. Jeong In just went to retrieve some of his stuff from his place, coming back as quickly as he went out and then never leaving your side. Your cat seemed to appreciate him a lot, just like you, and the feelings seemed to be mutual as after this weekend, you keep texting each other. Soon enough you started dating, a few months later you moved together to a new place, you let him tattoo your arms finally fully completing them and you taught him how to make a few cocktails. And soon enough here you were in your second year of dating and traveling together in Europe for some of Jeong In's guest jobs.

Right now sitting in a cafe for breakfast, Jeong In was checking his email while you were stuffing yourself and savoring a nice cup of coffee as you looked at him; questioning yourself how all of this wasn’t a drunk dream you made up. You and Jeong In after all had completely different lifestyles, only seeing each other mostly very early in the morning and on your day off, day off you would spend together at his studio or at home. Not that you minded, it was the lifestyle you liked and Jeong In seemed to think the same, even making fun of it from time to time. You never thought meeting him that night was just the beginning of a long journey full of butterfly in your stomach every time the younger man would wakes you up in the morning, suddenly show you a design he made, surprise you with food his older friend Minho made for him at the studio but he kept just to share it at home, or when he just smiles at you with his teeth and eyes. 

“What are you thinking about ?”

Your eyes immediately focused back on him and the adorable smile he offered you while taking a sip of his juice. Butterflies came the exact moment you saw it.

“ Nothing much, just how much you were with blonde hair.”, you said smiling while joking let out his beautiful laugh escape. Truly your love was so simple. 

[journey-of-the-ip]

Thursday June 6th

I guess I’m starting a new day even though it’s still the middle of the night in home time.

Bleghh kinda finished the flight zombie mode. The flight was only 8-9 hours which is pretty short imo, and I only “slept” probably like an hour or two? Probably less honestly. It’s crazy with map projections we took a short cut over the top of the globe cause that’s how globes work. Weird.

Upon landing I finally figured out the roaming data with Mint but my coverage is garbage and I couldn’t get signal in most of the airport.

Also the airport WiFi wasn’t working so I was like damn, also I walked past and then subsequently couldn’t get back to the SIM card shop in the airport double damn. I also walked past and couldn’t get back to the money exchange in the airport. Triple damn.

I was anxious that my credit card would be declined and I wouldn’t have any euros so I wandered around a bit by t didn’t really get anywhere, brain was feeling very shot so I just went up to the taxi stand which luckily was really easy to find and got a taxi to my hotel.

Card was accepted, all is good. Is this frontal lobe anxiety finally kicking in? (Albeit too late for me to have done anything about it) I guess just need to practice being more proactively anxious.

At the hotel, I can’t check in until 2 (it’s 11 at this point) so I have 3 hours to kill till I can brush my teeth, shower, and feel human. Also it’s HOT which makes sense because it’s June but Seattle has lulled me into a false sense of security. This trip is gonna be sweaty.

Anyways my hotel is near the airport which means it’s near nothing interesting. I’m between a Nissan dealership and an IKEA.

I have a long vent about globalization which I hopefully get back to because I’m writing this as I’m waiting to check into my room still.

Luckily, seems like there’s a shopping mall about a 15 min walk from the hotel so I go there and grab a bite to eat and hide in the air conditioning for a while. i didn’t realize how ravenous I was bc I wasn’t really craving any of my snacks, classic. After I made my way back to the hotel where I am now.

Schleepy. Hopefully will write more later.

Okay I slept from 3-8pm and then from 10pm-2am. It’s now 7:14. I guess I’m still including this in the day before because I don’t have any pictures yet and these thoughts are from yesterday. Anyways here is my vent I was too sleepy to transcribe yesterday.

Being here is kind of uncanny. Except for a few things, you could easily mistake this place for the US, or Mexico City. Most of the stores I see are international brands. At the mall I saw Starbucks, Sephora, guess, H&M, etc etc. when I was looking for food, I saw Italian, sushi, frozen yogurt. It felt like being in any other urban mall. (One store I thought was funny was straight up the Aliexpress store?? It was like a cross between a dollar store and one of those stupid tech shops that had like massagers in the early 2000s.

Of course some things are different, I found a more traditional tapas place and got some food you wouldn’t normally see in the US. Everyone smokes here, drinking is much more casual, and they’re fond of this weird sloped escalator that’s like half way between an escalator and those airport fast walk things. Maybe it’s wheel chair accessible? But that thing is still pretty steep idk

I’m also not in a touristy spot but like, I feel like the mall I went to was a very authentic local person mall. The people just looked like normal Spanish people not tourists. Even so, Everyone here speaks English, they had an English menu ready for me, it’s all so… samey? Easy? Idk

I think this is part of why I’m not caring as much about traveling these days. Why spend all that money to just go, be somewhere with a slightly different skin? Anything I could want I could personally also get on Amazon, or at my own malls, idk.

I’m going Morocco will be more different. This is definitely bias but it feels like different == poorer. Where cities if given the option will homogenize into a globalized urban center.

When I reflect back, I feel like Saigon had more character and differences even though it also felt like a global city. Anyways.

Gonna chill and rest here until late morning and then hopefully stay out all day today. We’ll see.

[sugarcult]

So I learned the part about fucking up your liver the hard way. From the ages of 7-18, I had no healthcare. Literally none. My dad took me to the doctor and paid out of pocket for my vaccines so I could go to school twice, but I never went to the doctor unless there was something very seriously wrong with me. I had the swine flu when I was ten and remember being so sick I legitimately was afraid I was going to die, and I never went to the doctor even once during that time, because my dad couldn’t afford to take me. Because of this, about a year after I started menstruating, my periods became debilitatingly painful, but my dad couldn’t afford take me to the doctor, much less to see a specialist. So I survived from the ages of 11-16 entirely on willpower, ibuprofen, and occasionally Midol. (Not sure if it’s available in other countries, but Midol is an over-the-counter medicine created specifically to address symptoms of periods.) I regularly bought 250 count bottles of ibuprofen and would go through them in about 2 months, then buy more to continue to function.

Between the ages of 15-16, my periods became painful enough twice that I had to leave work in the middle of a shift (could not afford to miss work) and have my dad take me to the ER. The first time, we sat in the waiting room for five hours without being seen, and I eventually started feeling a little better so I asked my dad to just take me home and I spent the next day in bed. The second time, I was seen within about an hour.

Over the course of the day, since I had been working and trying to tough it out until the end of my shift, I had started taking Advil (ibuprofen) and Midol early in the day and increasingly more frequently as time went on, because I was so desperate for relief. You are supposed to take an absolute maximum of 8 Advil per day. By the time I went to the hospital, I had taken 15 Advil and a handful of Midol (maybe 4-6, because Midol had never been very effective for me so I did not rely on it as much).

So anyway, I was at the ER. They took some of my blood, and I waited in a room for like two hours hooked up to an IV. (No idea what they were doing that whole time, because nobody came back to check on me until immediately before I was discharged. I imagine they were severely understaffed.) A doctor I’ve never seen before comes into my room while my dad is outside smoking and tells me they couldn’t find anything wrong with me and that they’re going to send me home. Then he launched into a lecture about how taking that much over the counter pain reliever was going to kill me because it would cause my liver to shut down. I was already aware that I risked damaging my liver, but I didn’t realize it was to a severe enough extent that I could die. Regardless, I was incredibly angry at the doctor’s response and told him that I could either rely on OTC pain reliever or I could starve to death from missing work and not being able to afford food. He did not take this very well, I think because he thought I wasn’t taking him seriously. I was taking him seriously, just explaining the nature of my situation.

I tried to cut back on pain reliever or at least switch ibuprofen and acetaminophen to minimize damage to any particular organ. At the age of 20, I was diagnosed with a chronic pain disorder. Shortly after, my periods became less painful. No idea why, possibly because of the medication I started taking, but even unmedicated, I haven’t experienced those issues again to that degree. However, I was in regular enough pain elsewhere that I was still taking pain reliever nearly every single day.

Six months later, my GP told me I had liver damage. I had Fatty Liver Disease, which can be a precursor to cirrhosis of the liver, something that killed my grandfather about 6 months before I was born. I stopped taking pain reliever altogether aside from my prescription, and I still don’t take it except on very rare occasions (maybe 2x per year). Thankfully, my liver healed over the course of about a year and my Fatty Liver Disease has not come back, which is great!

But, it is important to me to be transparent and add that the only reason my liver disease was caught is because I had had access to healthcare for only two years since being a kid, and that I had a serious enough health problem that I had to go to the doctor regularly. And it’s also important for me to add that, while my liver issues have cleared up, my chronic pain is so debilitating that I have had to leave 3 jobs in two years due to the pain of doing various tasks and I am currently unemployed. I don’t know if this is because my chronic pain is objectively worse or if it just feels worse because my pain is not medicated. But I do know that I am not capable of “toughing out” the pain anymore and thus can’t reliably work.

This is why so many Americans buy ibuprofen in massive quantities. It’s because a lot of us do use them that regularly, even knowingly at our own expense. Because for a lot of us, we can go to the doctor and go into immense debt, or we can manage our pain without a professional’s help and work long and hard enough to maybe afford to go to the doctor one day when we “really need it.” And probably not even then.

wait americans can just. buy massive bottles of ibuprofen what the fuck

[hyeongjunbae]

xdinary heroes when you're sick !!

pairing: ot6!xh x gn!reader word count: 787 warnings: slight cursing, mention of sickness, medicine a/n: be careful not to catch a cold and wear warm clothes !! (don't be like me, i literally wrote this after taking my third medicine of the day) also, i will try to catch up with the requests as quickly as i can! anyway, enjoy reading! ♡

― gunil :

• when you're sick, he's your "go-to person" because he definitely knows what he’s doing • so you texted him right away that you’re not feeling well • he’d handle the situation very calmly • will do everything for you, including taking your temperature, preparing food, and making sure that you have enough blankets to keep you warm :( • he would even feed you :( • you know how he always says “here goes airplane~ hyuuu~” whenever he's trying to feed someone, right? he’d do that for you too <//3 • would rush to buy you medicine if you need any • doesn't forget to buy you little gifts when he goes out to lift your mood up • “i bought this plushie because it made me think of you. isn't it adorable?”

(rest of the members under the cut! ♡)

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― jungsu:

• you guys were having a sleepover at your house and watching a movie peacefully • but he noticed that you kept coughing • VERY VERY WORRIED • keep checking on you and bring you what you needed • never leaves your side in case you need something • literally watching you 24/7 !! • will do everything you asked him to do while complaining the entire time about how it was your fault you got sick in the first place • “see y/n? i told you to wear your jacket or you’d would get sick, didn’t i?” • 8.5/10 just because of the nagging

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― gaon:

• he knew something wasn’t right when you didn't show up to watch the band practice • he will call you during the break, and you don't have to say you are sick because he can tell by the way you sound <//3 • immediately leaves the practice to go to your place • he sees you lying on your bed all alone and he feels bad • so he joins you lol • no matter how many times you told him not to because he could get sick too, he would still kiss and hug you • spoiler alert: he ends up getting sick • "jiseok, i told you that you'd get sick." •  “what do you mean, babe? i’m not sick! *coughs*” • “yeah, sure, whatever makes you sleep at night.”  • at the end of the day, you two had to call gunil to take care of you two

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― o.de:

• you woke up not feeling well after caring for your sick boyfriend the day before • he feels so bad because he’s the reason why you got sick in the first place • he won’t stop apologizing :( • won't let you lift a finger and whines when you try to do things on your own, and he will not hesitate to drag you back to your bed • you don't have to tell him what you need, because he already knows and will give it to you before you say it • “babe, i already turned the tv one but if you don’t feel like watching anything then we can do something else. oh, and also-” • “seungmin, just shut up and cuddle me already !?” • he doesn't mind getting sick again at all. you need hugs, and he wants them too, so who is he to say no to that?

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― junhan:

• he facetimed you to tell you about the new anime he had started watching • but the last thing he expected to see was you with a blanket over your head, a puffy face, a red nose from wiping it, and a lot of tissues all around you. • his heart dropped when he saw you like that <//3 • is at your door in no time with your favorite snacks • will cook for you and feed you because you are too lazy to get out of bed • he tucks you in after you've finished eating and taking your medications • and continues to talk about his anime until you fall asleep • “i love how they helped each other to find their passion for- oh, i haven't even finished talking about the characters and you've already fallen asleep... anyway, rest well y/n.”

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― jooyeon:

• you called him to cancel your date bc you weren’t feeling well • he was already at your door half an hour later • he would be so worried :( • you are usually the one who takes care of him, so he would panic • he does not know what to do, so he just googles it • he lost it when he decided to look up your symptoms • because google always tells you that you have throat cancer and only have 3 days to live, even though you only searched for 'sore throat' • “HOLY SHIT Y/N YOU ONLY HAVE TWO WEEKS TO LIVE !!" • “what the heck jooyeon? i just caught a cold !?" • after making sure that you’re not dying, he calls his mom for help lol

— taglist !! : @dazzlingligth, @jisungie-han, @takilovesruru, @hwiluvbot &lt;3

[anangelwhodidntfall]

Sickness: Austin Butler

Austin Butler Masterlist 

word count: 1178

description: Austin takes care of you while your sick with Covid-19, this is more of self-indulgent piece for myself.

A/N: Sorry for the lack of updates everyone, I was diagnosed with Covid on 7/6, and this is the first time in nearly two weeks that I have felt well enough to write! 

You knew were sick or probably getting sick with how poorly you were feeling and didn't think anything of it at first, you just started to take some flu medicine and eat some soup to help make you feel better but later that day every time you stood up, you felt dizzy and your heart felt like it was beating kinda fast than it normally did and it made you worried.

"Babbbyy." You called out to your boyfriend Austin from your spot on the couch and a few minutes later you heard Austin make his way into the living room.

"Oh sweetheart, you don't look good. How are you feeling?" He asked looking at you concerned hating to see you so miserable.

"Aus baby I think that I need to go to the ER, my heart is beating kinda fast and I feel dizzy when I stand up." You said looking up at him from your spot on the couch.

"Okay baby, then let's go." He said grabbing your bag and his keys before wrapping an arm around you as he helped you out to the car.

The whole ride to the ER, Austin kept his hand laced with yours occasionally squeezing it to let you know that he was still there with you. Once you two got to the ER, he helped you inside and got you checked in.

"Do you want anything to eat or drink?" He asked you as he helped you take a seat in the waiting room.

"Please if you don't mind." You said to him as he nodded letting you know he would be back in a few.

You don't know how long you two were there just waiting to be seen by a doctor, Austin tried to make you as comfortable as possible whether it was laying your head in his lap or walking with you outside for a few minutes until you were eventually called back to a room. The nurse took your vitals and asked you some questions about how you were feeling.

"Just relax dear, the doctor will be here to see you as soon as he can." She said as you nodded your head at her trying to get comfortable in the bed.

Austin pulled the extra chair in the room closer to your bed so he could hold your hand while you guys found something to watch on the tv which considering the hour of the night it was, really wasn't much to choose from.

"How are you feeling baby?" He asked looking over at you.

"Alright, a little scared if I'm being honest." You said looking at him because the last time you were in the ER was related to your mom.

"I know you are baby, but you are in the best place that you can be for now. And I'm not going anywhere, I promise." He said placing a kiss on your forehead.

It was almost two hours late when the nurse finally came in and started explaining that they were gonna do some X-rays and some blood work on you to start off with which made Austin laugh because you hated needles with a passion despite having tattoos. You were trying not to focus on the needle that was about to go in your arm when felt Austin squeeze your hand making you focus on him while the needle went in your arm making you wince.

"All done with that, now that radiologist will be in just a few to do those x-rays." Your nurse said as you thanked her.

You must have dozed off at some point while waiting for the nurse to come to do your x-rays because you were briefly woken up by her explaining what she was gonna do and that you could go back to sleep once she finished.

"I know this is none of my business but is that your boyfriend? Because I think it's so cute how sweet and caring he has been with you." She asked you pointed to where Austin was sleeping.

"Yeah, it is. I'm really lucky to have him." You said looking at him with a small smile as she helped you get comfortable.

It must have been another hour or two before they finally came in and told you that you got Covid and that Austin was probably gonna catch it from you being all up on him today making you sigh sadly and feel bad. The doctor said they were gonna give you some fluids to help you rehydrate since you were nearly dehydrated due to being sick, so once again they had to come and stick your hand making you wince.

"I'm sorry for being all over you and possibly giving you Covid." You said to him sadly.

"Hey no need to apologize, baby, you didn't know you had it. Plus I'm gonna enjoy these next two weeks of taking care of you." He said placing a small kiss on your forehead.

Nearly four hours later, you were finally released to go home with what to watch out for and the meds you were prescribed to take. True to his word Austin took care of you the best he could without getting himself sick, he even brought you a stingray and sprayed some of his cologne on it, so you could be near him without getting sick and never made you feel a burden when you had to go back to the ER due to your breathing issues multiple times and you felt so lucky to have him or when you broke down in tears because you couldn't love on your pet bunny.

When your two weeks were up and you were eligible to get tested again, you were so excited that hopefully you would test negative and be able to love on your man and your bunny, those two weeks were so hard for you but you were grateful for Austin. So when the hospital called you and said that you were negative for Covid, you ran out and decided to grab Austin's favorite food, wanting to thank him for all he did for you while you were sick.

"I'm home baby!" You heard him call out as you told him that you were in the kitchen finishing up dinner well plating dinner.

"What's all this?" He asked you.

"A small thank you for taking care of me while I had covid." You said wrapping your arms around him.

"You don't have to thank me, sweetheart, I was more than happy to take care of you. I'm just glad to finally be able to love on you properly and not from a distance." He said making you laugh as you leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips.  

"I love you bubs." You said.

"I love you more sweetheart." He said smiling at you as you took grabbed your plates.

[monkeymeghan]

Thursday evening was tough. Chloe wasn’t herself because of the anesthesia and pain meds. The first thing she did when I let her out of the crate was go eat, which was so good to see. Then after that she basically wanted to hide under the dining room table, and I was ok with that. She needed her rest and for the meds to wear off. I stayed up late to keep an eye on her. When I finally went to bed, I was up at least every hour to check on her.

Friday morning I got up before six because I had to take my mom to a doctor’s appointment (a follow up from her being in the hospital), but I wasn’t comfortable leaving Chloe. I contacted my sister, and she was able to take mom to the appointment. I was able to stay home and watch Chloe. She was eating and drinking more than I’ve seen her do in weeks, but I hadn’t seen her go to the bathroom. Around noonish I cleaned the litter box and there were three pee clumps since 4-5ish the previous day. I had no idea if one was Chloe’s from overnight or not, but she hadn’t gone in the 7+ hours I’d been up and watching her. Long story short, she finally used the litter box a little after 6pm. I had been so worried all day that something was wrong, and hearing her pee in the litter box was such a wonderful sound. I was so relieved that I cried, I had been so anxious all day. After going to bed last night, I got up to check on her about an hour later, but then slept through the night and didn’t wake up again until after 8am.

Chloe was much more adventurous today, doing more and trying to go places she shouldn’t. I don’t want her to hurt herself, so I made sure she got her gabapentin doses. It really helps keep her calm so she doesn’t overdo it and pop a stitch or get hurt. The pain medicine (an nsaid) seems to help, too. I just want her to be comfortable and safe. At least she’s acting more like herself. And she’s stubborn and persistent, trying to navigate with her Cone of Shame. Although she seems to short circuit and freeze every time she walks into something with the cone. It’s cute, but I feel bad for her. She’s doing her best, though, and I am so proud of her.

Chloe is currently sleeping in her hammock while I watch stargate on Pluto tv. I’m so scared for her surgery tomorrow. I know it will help her, but it’s killing me knowing that she’ll be scared and confused and in pain. I just want her to be ok.

[noritoshiikamo]

tsukishima kei x reader cw mean kei, light brat taming, spanking and slapping, tying up wrists, breeding kink, unprotected sex

a part of my 3k milestone event request belongs to my girlboss @sookyshima <3 hope it makes your lockdown better

- breeding brat

“i told you we’ll talk about this later.”

“don’t bother coming home!”

kei has been staring at his phone for hours, no calls, no text, nothing from his sweetheart.

the angry phone call he had earlier with you lingered in his mind as he caught the last train of the night. he wasn’t even sure what the argument was about anymore as he leaned against the pole of the train, eyes drooping from exhaustion. something along the line of how late he has been coming home from the museum, something about ignoring you.

maybe he has been a little bit harsh on you, you had been taking care of him, yourself, the little pet cat you adopted together right after you moved in together and the small apartment in check.

kei made a point running to the nearby convenience store that opens 24/7, lucked out in getting a couple last slices of strawberry shortcake you both love. along with a couple more stuff he knew would make it up to his crappy behaviour, kei continued his walk a couple more blocks until he reached the apartment complex.

the light was still on when he unlocked the front door, something common on friday night with you staying up late sprawled on the sofa catching up on your shows. “hey buddy,” he greeted your cat, waiting on the doorstep. the cat purred underneath his heavy hand scratching its head before kei called for you. you huffed, rolling your eyes as you sank further into the heap of comforter wrapping you, ignoring his tall frame by the tv.

“you still mad at me?”

“i’m sorry, you’re talking to me?” you sneered, eyes focused on the flashing tv.

kei didn’t give up, sighing as he hung his bag and coat, before sitting in the small space between the table and the sofa, right in front of you. with his height, it obstructed your view forcing you to look down on him. the bag rustled as he pulled the box of dessert out, a small smile hung on the corner of his lips, “i’m sorry.” he sounded sincere, and the box of shortcake was tempting but you shook your head, scooting away from him to the end of the sofa.

he had been doing this for weeks, a simple shortcake and his pretty dumb face might had work before but you had enough.

“you could’ve been more understanding of me, you know,” kei sounded hurt, settling the dessert on the table. you bit on your nails, busied your mouth from spitting whatever bubbling angrily in your chest, he stood up, feet pitter pattered on the wooden floor as he walked to the kitchen. he was tired, he was starving and he was just ready to drag you to bed to pin you down in his arms, spooning you till saturday morning comes.

but there was nothing in the kitchen, nothing in the pans, under one of the food covers or the oven, nothing for him to eat. his stomach made pain noises from lack of food; his last meal was from lunch where he only had the cold sandwiches from the vending machine because you didn’t pack him lunch.

“are we getting take outs? should i call that place that opens late?” kei asked, walking out of the kitchen looking for the phone.

“i’ve eaten,” you said flatly.

“oh,” kei nodded, placing the phone down, “is there anything left for me. should i heat it up for us? we can share.”

he was trying so hard, despite losing a sliver of patience with you pushing him away with your nonchalant answers. kei was even willing to share his portion despite the burning pain in his belly. rolling his sleeves and undoing a couple few buttons, it was a sight you couldn’t stop yourself from ogling on. you pulled the comforter away from your face, his heart softened at the sight of your upset face. he could see the little hue of colour underneath your eyes and bridge of nose from crying. but all the sympathy he had, it all went away when you opened your mouth.

“i told you i already ate. i didn’t know if you were coming home or not, so i didn’t cook for you,” you closed the tv, finishing the last sip of your wine before gathering the comforter to retreat to the spare room.

“what made you think i wasn’t coming home?” his hand slammed on the wall, blocking your path to the hallway. gritting your teeth, you glanced at the blonde, long gone was that soft wrinkles at the corner of his eyes, it was just pure annoyance etched on his face. “i’m sorry, i should’ve not projected my anger on you like this. i did make something for you in the fridge let me heat it up and let’s talk like an adult,” was what you should’ve said but instead you’re stubborn. kei dated you because of your independence and your stubborn attitude. it’s the reason why your relationship has been going steady from college until now. but your stubbornness is finally gonna bite you in the ass as you snapped on your boyfriend.

“i don’t know, kei. my schedule is pretty busy, it is getting hard to accommodate you in my life. maybe you aren't that busy, you would've sort it yourself.”

his golden eyes widened

you were seeing stars when your body fell rough on the sofa. you didn’t had time to adjust to what was happening as kei climbed on you. he was kissing you, and you could feel his anger in every swipe of his tongue. your hand pressing against his chest, trying to push him off, you were out of breath but he pressed down on you further. “k-kei,” you whined, managed to break free of his kiss as he found solace in the crook of your neck, sucking and biting on your skin until it broke and tasted blood in his mouth. “shut up,” he hissed, clamping harder on your neck.

the fact that you moaned, riled him up further.

“you know,” he grunted, yanking on the white shirt off his sticky body, “i work so hard for you, for us. i would love for once that you would’ve given me some respect.” your mouth hung loose at how easy he ripped a long strip of cloth out of the shirt, the remainder scattered on the floor. you didn’t fight when he gathered your wrists together, lacing the cloth around your wrist neatly. it was tight, the knot eating on your skin as you tried to yank it apart. “don’t,” he warned, still straddling your body down as his fingers slipped underneath the elastic band of your shorts until he found your clit; throbbing and slick underneath his palm.

“look at you, soaking wet after just a kiss.” your breath hitched as he wrapped his fingers around the column of your neck, you couldn’t help the sudden gush you felt as he tightened the grip, “or do you get off on getting me angry, little girl?” he hissed, looking down at you through the narrowed slits. you wished you weren’t so reactive, but kei knew you so well as he flicked your clit rougher. his name echoed the small space as he continued to grind his pad down your clit. you hate the restriction around your wrists, it burned the more you tug it apart and you want him to stop, you think, because it’s embarrassing how close you are to cumming.

“kei, s-slow down,” you croaked, tensing up.

“did i tell you to open your mouth?”

the hand around your neck left to give your cheek a light, stinging slap. it only made your hip buck against his palm. you know what he’s thinking, you know how pathetic you look right now and with another slap to your face was all it took to make you come undone. you felt like burying your face in the sofa, panting like a bitch on heat as kei continued to rub you through the orgasm until your body limped underneath him. “did you just cum?” he chuckled, slapping his long palm along your sopping mess, “you’re making a whole fucking mess on my hand.” you were a flushing mess, eyes shut tight unable to string out even an apology out as he hoisted you up on his laps.

“look at me,” his breath fanned your skin, gripping tightly on your face. you shook your head, lips jutting slightly into a small pout. you’re too embarrassed to even look at him, not after all the things you yelled at him and how easily you caved in to his touch. your ego’s bruised. “no?” he cooed, your head shaking left to right as you pressed your hands to his chest. “you seemed to have a lot to say to me earlier huh? why don’t you say that to my face?” his voice softer than before, but you’re not that stupid. you know all of his façade.

“n-no,” you wanted to be firm, but the shakiness of your voice could only make the blonde smile. he kissed you again, gentler this time, hands on the side of your face. “you sure?” his hands slowly crept underneath your shirt, tracing his cold fingertips along your warm skin. he loves the way your body tensed up underneath his touch, your eyes twitching but still refusing to open up. “fine, if you want to be this stubborn, go ahead,” his lips pressed against your cheek, tracing along your jaw to your ear, brushing against the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine, “keep your eyes close, but if you open it just a sliver, i’ll stop, i don’t care if you’re even so close to cumming,” he nipped the skin behind your ear softly, “i’ll stop. got it?”

“okay.”

“good girl,” he smirked against your skin.

he started slowly, undressing your lower half. it was satisfying to see the stringy mess pooling on your underwear, his favourite underwear. he knew just where to slip it, right between your puffy red lips. you could taste yourself through the material, something so lewd you didn’t think kei was into.

depraved of all your senses drove you insane, body shuddering from the littlest touch he gave you. his tongue didn’t stop worshipping your skin, lapping beads of sweat from your collarbone down to the valley of your breasts. frustration crinkled your eyes every time his tongue missed your nipples. your whines muffled through the cloth, jerking your chest forward against his tongue but kei held you down with his tight grip.

“don’t be greedy, you’ll get whatever i give to you,” his lips latched just inch from your aching bud, suckling on the skin until he tasted iron on his tongue. he repeated it more until your chest were fully marked by him but no attention given to what you really want.

fine, he won. you want to beg, you want to please, you want him to give more attention to you. you want to plead with your eyes, batting slowly until he gives you what you want, but kei is serious with his threat most of the time, you don’t want to piss him off. not after the whole tantrum you pulled. that’s why he was taking it slow, chipping your ego slowly until you’re exactly where he wants; babbling mess on his cock.

“you know the talk we had,” he asked, hands gently caressing your thighs, feeling the muscle tensing underneath his palm, spreading your legs further, “about where we see ourselves in 5 years years ago, how i told you i want to settle down with you, i want to see you swell with my child, it would just us perfect little family,” he knew what he was doing was sly, with you grinding against his cock, all he could think about breeding his little stubborn girlfriend.

“5 years from then is next year, i was thinking we could start early. s’many benefit, i could have flexible time, you don’t have to worry about me coming home late. i could be here taking care of you. i just can’t stop thinking about how big your breast would be, you think you’ll let me put a baby in you?” he cooed, you could see the pouty lips that came with his little request. he pulled out the soaked panties and you gasped, desperately gulping air with drools down the side of your face.

“come on, baby,” he kissed your dry lips, caressing your cheeks gently, hips grinding against your bare crotch, “all you have to do is say yes, and i’ll do all the works. you just have to make all those pretty noises for me while i feel you up okay?”

“yes, kei.”

“yes, what?” he smiled, fingers twirling on the end of your loose hair.

you opened your eyes, screw his stupid rules as it bored deep into his lustful eyes, you nodded again, “please put a baby in me.” his own breath hitched as you rested your palm on his bare chest, “i want to have your baby,” you repeat yourself firmly, no hesitation. with your comforter sprawled on the floor, it provided you a temporary comfort as he laid you down. he was quick to undress himself and you found your legs folded up to your chest as he towered over you, rubbing his cock slowly along your drenched slit.

with every stroke his tip caught deliciously on your puffy clit, eliciting more moans from you. he could only the whites of your eyes as his tip found your entrance, slowly slipping in and stretching your muscle to accommodate his length deep in you, clenching him deep. wet lips grazing your calf he grunted, pushing deep until he felt the resistance of your cervix against his tip. “f-fuck, how could you still be this tight,” he whined, ploughing deep in you. the sound of his thighs slamming against the back of yours echoed the room as he picked up his speed.

you were sucking him in, clenching on length only making him thrusts harder sending your back arching in pleasure. pushing your hands upward, he told you to stay still, bunching the shirt upward where your breasts could bounce freely. god you look pretty tied up like this, drools down your chin as you take his cock in well.

your fingers clawed on the sheet underneath, anchoring yourself as you couldn’t stop moaning. every little ah and pleas went straight to his cock and kei’s delirious. maybe it’s the hunger, maybe it’s you begging for baby in your belly, he couldn’t decide on the catalyst to his demise.

he just wants to fill you up.

he pulled your waist, pinning you down closer. blood rushing to your skin where his grip is too tight, you know they’ll be bruises. kei’s into that. he has no shame in marking what belongs to him. he loves visiting you in your office where he could see the bruises peeping from your collars or when you wear the sheer pantyhose in an attempt to hide his hickeys along your thighs. if you hide the one on your thighs, he’ll make sure to return you to the office with a new one on your neck, you couldn’t hide behind layers of clothes all the time.

there’s no reason with tsukishima kei when he said so.

which is why he enjoys your little tantrum. he enjoys putting you back in your place because your stubbornness is nothing to him. if you want to act like a brat, he’ll treat you like one. you can’t expect to be treated like a princess if you can’t even act like one. but today, you just caught him on his wrong side and for that you’ll be his perfect breeding brat.

“slowly, please, ah, kei!” you whined, feeling the new angle ripping you wider. your grip to the comforter was whitening, chest out of breath with every thrust knocking air out of your lung. his hand grabbed one of your breasts, finally rolling your neglected nubs between his rough fingers sending jolts of pleasure coursing through your veins. with another found itself home between your legs, rubbing on your sensitive clit, you couldn’t stand anymore.

“you wanna come again?” he cooed, planting a kiss on your inner thigh, chuckling as you nodded desperately, “nu’uh,” he slowed down, clicking his tongue to your horror, “where’s your manner?”

“please, kei, wanna cum, please,” you cried, jerking your hips upward to meet him halfway.

“beg like you mean it, y/n. you put more enthusiasm in screaming at me, i want to see the same energy,” he sneered, slapping lightly on your clit. your body jolted in pleasure, strangled moans came out of your throat, you weren’t sure what you were babbling about. but through your glassy, lidded eyes, you found his cold eyes matching his sneer that only made your face warmed up. you were a flushing mess, unsure from the humiliation or the sheer need to be fucked till tomorrow but you begged and begged.

“you sure said the prettiest thing when you’re desperate huh, baby.”

his thumb brushed against your trembling lips, you welcomed it on your tongue, sucking slowly eliciting a soft fuck from the blonde. he picked up his pace, with you mewling and sucking on his digit until you snapped, teeth clenching down on his fingers as your orgasm hit you. it broke the skin, beads of blood trickled through. “that feels good?” you nodded, head thrown back, riding through your orgasm as he continued to power through. with every thrust he could see his girth cover in white, glistening in your fluid. pussy still squelching and gushing echoing the small space.

“s’good, you’re such a good girl, i could fill you up for hours,” he pushed down further, face buried in the crooks of your neck as his hips snapped faster. the way he was just mewling and grunting deeply just went straight down your spine. his breath tickling, tongue tracing up until it slipped between your lips. his kiss was sloppy and needy, tongues massaging against another. you swallowed each other’s moans. you hooked your arms around his neck, whining down the aching in your arms.

“s’tired,” you pouted.

“so tired huh?” he chuckled, nuzzling his nose against yours, “i’m sorry, princess but i’m not done yet, nu’uh, no yet,” he rested his forehead against your sweaty head, eyes drooping in pleasure as he pushed deeper, “m’gonna fill you up, baby, so so close.” his fingers buried deep in your hair, gently tugging it as his thrusts became sloppier. your nails buried in the nape of his head, lips tracing along his sharp jaw.

“baby,” kei whined, brows knitted in pleasure as your lips latched right on his sweet spot underneath his jaw, “fu-fuck fuck, baby i want to cum in you. i want to fill you up so badly.”

it didn’t take long for the knot tensing in his belly to snap.

with your wall tensing up, tightening along his sensitive girth providing him a challenge to thrust forward, it was a couple more thrusts until he was shooting ropes after ropes of his thick warm seed deep in your cunt. he clutched desperately on you, heaving against your flushed ear, praises didn’t stop coming from his lips as he jerked slowly into you.

his nose brushed gently against your sweaty cheek, gently kissing you nudging you awake. kei didn’t dare to move out, leaving his dick buried deep inside you as he struggled to catch a breath. until he was sure he had emptied everything deep in your womb, he’s not budging.

“baby, hey,” he cooed, brushing hairs away from your face. your eyes fluttering opened, drowsy glinting in your eyes. you stayed there for awhile, until he was sure everything is nestled deep in you before pulling out.

kei took care of you, pressed close against his bare sweaty skin. he undid the makeshift knot around your wrist, apologizing heavily as he peppered your marked skin with his kisses. “no, i’m sorry. listen, kei, i should’ve been better and understanding,” you clenched your jaws worriedly, tracing patterns along his arms. he shook his head, pressing his lips on top of your head, wrapping his arms tightly around your body.

“you’ve done so much, i should’ve been better to you. i promise i’ll be better. i’ll make time for you,” kei brought your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles gently. a small smile dangled on the corner of his lips, a smile that sent shivers down your spine as he said the next sentences. you didn't miss the seriousness and excitement in his face, kei is serious with his words.

“especially if i’m going put a baby in you. you better not be sick of me being all over you.”

a promise he will keep, sealed with a kiss on your lips.

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