#and the idea of leaving my bed and being a human feels like the worst thing in the world. id rather lay here and rot away into nothing thx

[waaugh]

feeling so fucking miserable.

[bitterbutblue]

in the morning, you would be gone ☆ tingyun x reader

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~ announcement of tingyun 5 star form had me so excited seriously i was liek squealing giggling kicking my feet EVERYTHING ohmy god its so insane im goingso insane rn

song: lovesick - laufey ~

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"Hey, it's Tingyun! If you're listening to this, I'm probably busy right now. Please leave me a voice message, I'll get back to it as soon as I can, promise! See you later!"

Exhaling shakily, you press the replay button and listen to the voice message again.

"Hey, it's Tingyun! If you're listening to this, I'm probably busy right now. Please leave me a voice message, I'll get back to it as soon as I can, promise! See you later!"

Your worst fear was forgetting what she sounds like. The voice that promised you a life forever together on the altar may be a voice you'll never hear again. The voice that soothed you on nights you needed her most is now just a recording on a phone, playing back the same repeated message. But it is still her voice, it's still her.

You couldn't bear to watch the day they performed the foxian funeral rituals, the idea of losing her to the vast space ahead of you was too much for you to even comprehend. How does one cope with loss? How does one move on from loving someone to the point where you don't even know where you start and where she ends? You can only sit in the corner of your bedroom, taking in pieces of her life and knowing she would never step foot in the room again. Head in your hands, gaping hole in what used to be your chest, and tears that leave a path down your cheek. It was like a statue frozen in time, the state of barely being able to function without every fibre in your being screaming in agony, begging for it to stop. You never realised how the human body was capable of making emotional pain so physical until the moment you found yourself on the ground, Yukong banging on the doors and begging you to let her in.

You spend hours curled on the floor because you can't get in the bed without smelling the scent of her shampoo lingering in the bedsheets. You can't even bring yourself to eat in the kitchen without remembering how she should be standing there with you, arms around your waist and chest pressed against your back. Chin resting on your shoulders as she mumbles sleepily, asking for you to make her favourite for breakfast.

The cards that they dealt you were unfair, there was not much you could truly do about it though. You can really only just nod along, aimlessly going on with your day and learning to live by yourself again after almost 100 years with the same person. 100 years with the same person, and now you have to relearn what it means to be yourself. Each time you hear a small sound inside your house you can't help but momentarily think that she's home, that that was her waking up from her nap or her coming home from work- only for it to be a sound from the neighbours or the cars outside.

But the worst of it all was thinking about what she had to go through or what she may be going through. When Yukong told you there was no body actually found, a part of you was hopeful- perhaps she was alive. Perhaps somewhere she was out there and you could find her again. Another part of you felt sick, because what if she was alive, but still being used? To think about what may have happened to her or what might be happening to her scares to you an extent you can't even comprehend yourself. At the end of each day, you can really only make the same prayer to Lan so that you can feel at peace about the whole situation.

If she's gone, please have her be resting in peace.

When the foxian stepped onto the Luofu, Yukong felt her heart come to a stop. Her face paled, whiter than a sheet of paper and she felt faint. The foxian looks around with a dazed look in her eyes, as if she's completely unfocused on her surroundings. When her eyes met Yukong's a brief flicker of consciousness, as if struggling to fight whatever wave had been drowning her, passes through her eyes until it is replaced by the same dazed look as before. She scans the crowd that only watches in horror as the girl who presumed missing then dead now walks towards Yukong. Dressed like a goddess, nine elegant tails flowing behind her as she mumbles in a dazed voice.

"Do I know you?"

Yukong breaks down in her room that evening.

She doesn't know how to tell you.

She didn't have to. The foxian found herself drawn to this house down the road, this door that she feels the urge to open. Instead, she stands outside, a hand placed on the wooden door, tracing each individual groove as if memorising a complex pattern. Something about this door has her frozen, only able to think about what lays behind the door. Without really thinking about her movements, the foxian knocks on the door, her heart racing for reasons she doesn't understand.

"Yukong, if you want to come in, just open the door. There's no need to-"

A hand flies to your mouth when you notice the green eyes, the brown hair, the sharp fox ears. You feel your vision grow blurry as your breathing grows shallow, stepping back and catching yourself by leaning against the wall. There stood in front of you was your wife who was presumed dead. There stood in front of you was a shadow of your wife because those eyes were so empty and hollow it scared you. You had never seen Tingyun with such soulless eyes. She always had a glint, some sort of flicker of mischief or humour. Now her eyes just stare into yours as if she has no actual consciousness, as if she's just going through the motions of the day again.

"Tingyun?"

It scares you, the way she stares. You want to walk up to her, you want to reach out and cup her cheek and ask her if she's okay and maybe share some of the pain that she's been holding in but you can't. You can only watch as she stays outside the house, not moving in. Her eyes dart around the interior of the house and you notice her nose crinkle slightly as her eyes land on a photo on the wall- a move she does when she's confused and you feel sick to your stomach.

"Baby?"

Your voice sounds too hoarse for your own liking as you step forward shakily. Her eyes slowly land back onto you, hollowly taking in your form and her nose crinkles again.

"Who are you?"

It's only three words. Three words really cannot have that big of an impact on someone, or so you think. Words drive so much of the pain that you can feel- 'I love you' and 'I'm sorry' are both such simple phrases that you hear time and time again but when spoken by a certain person at a certain time it can make you feel like warmth that's been spread inside out or it can make you feel colder than a harsh winter night.

Who are you?

It stings more than an open wound and at this point you would rather have preferred it if they had just found her body and confirmed her dead that evening because to see your lover back as nothing but a shell of herself is horrifying. To see your lover stand in front of you with her sense of self replaced with nothing but the ability to breath and speak breaks you from the inside out more than you would ever realise. She's alive, but she's nothing like who she once was. She's back, but at the same time she never truly would be.

"Why... Why did I come here?"

Her voice wavers slightly, and you take a smaller step closer to her. It's freezing outside, she's wearing nothing but a short dress and you want to pull her into the house so that maybe she can feel some of the warmth and remember at least a fraction of you. But you just stand where you were.

"Do you know me?"

It was a struggle to speak, with words clogging up in your throat and choking you from the inside. Your heart races, unable to stop yourself from trembling as you await her response. She looks at you with her eyebrows furrowed, her chest heaving slightly as if she's trying to calm herself down.

"No."

You release a shuddering breath, closing your eyes as the tears fall. You grip onto the door handle to steady yourself, because you are about to pass out any minute now.

"That's okay." You look back at her finally, after a long minute of silence. The look in her eyes has changed, a hint of sorrow hidden behind the mist of confusion and hazy memories.

"Why does it hurt?"

She sounds so confused, and you can hear the slight twinge of pain in her voice and it hurts you more than you could have ever imagined. Losing someone was hard enough, losing someone who was physically still here but would never fully be back was somehow worse.

"Why does it hurt to... see you upset?"

Your hand moves instinctively, moving to cup her cheek as a tear falls from her eyes, a tear that she hadn't even realised had fallen until she feels your thumb gently wipe it away. She leans into your touch, tilting her head slightly and your heart just crumbles into dust.

"Don't worry too much about it now, baby." You whisper softly, and she blinks. She just stares at you with this look of regret that she doesn't understand why she's feeling.

"I'm sorry."

She apologises for a reason she doesn't know yet, but she knows one thing. Seeing you cry hurt her for a reason she can't understand, and she doesn't want to see you upset either. Perhaps you are upset because of her, and perhaps she never should've come over. She just puts her hand over yours, and she can't understand why your touch feels so familiar when you are nothing but a blank face in her mind. You feel the world fading beneath your feet because you feel the cold metal against your skin, the cold metal band that still sits around her ring finger.

"You've done nothing wrong."

The silence that follows is haunting, watching as Tingyun slowly steps back.

"I'm sorry."

You can only watch as she steps back into the darkness, and you can't even call after her until she fades into the unknown behind you. You wonder if that's truly the last time you'll ever see her and a part of you hates the world for that. Your wife's last words were once 'I love you, I'll see you later', filled with love and care. Now they would be 'I'm sorry', filled with a sense of emptiness and regret, coming from someone who didn't even know your name.

The photo that hangs on the wall next to the door is her and you, hand in hand and both in white- the same metal band on her finger on yours.

Tingyun thinks of that photo every night now and she can't understand why it hurts so much.

[eepwtf]

MY HEAVENLY ANGEL

summary: stiles stilinski has always been the kind of guy whose curiosity gets the better of him. but when his guardian angel starts appearing to him in all their ethereal glory, curiosity turns into something darker, something dirtier. and despite their pure intentions, even angels aren't immune to the sinful pull of human desire. after all, isn't God always watching? (it’s a little rushed, the idea just came to me when i was writing spn!stiles’ backstory sigh…)

warnings; eating out an angel, stiles being a freak, voyeurism /exhibitionism (because God is always watching) don’t know what else to say, it’s just smut.

it started innocently enough, as most catastrophes do.

stiles was lying in bed, staring at his popcorn ceiling and pondering the sheer mediocrity of his life. his latest brush with the supernatural had left him rattled but alive, and he'd muttered a quick "thanks" to whatever celestial being was responsible for his continued survival. he didn't expect a response.

and yet, there you were.

at first, he thought he'd fallen asleep and was dreaming. you stood at the foot of his bed, a faint glow surrounding you, your eyes wide and otherworldly, your hands clasped in front of you as though you were the one nervous to be seen.

"who—what are you?" he stammered, sitting up and clutching his blanket like a shield.

you tilted your head, the gesture slow and deliberate, almost… birdlike. "’m your guardian angel," you said softly, your voice carrying a melody no human throat could produce. "i’ve been watching over you."

that’s was how it began. you’d appear at the oddest times—when he was studying, brushing his teeth, driving. always with that serene, unreadable expression. stiles couldn’t help but notice the way your gaze lingered on him, curious yet unassuming, as though trying to decipher what made him tick.

but then the watching turned into something else.

stiles wasn’t sure when exactly his thoughts started getting... inappropriate. maybe it was the time you perched on his desk while he worked on a paper, leaning so close that he could feel the warmth radiating from your body—if angels even had bodies, which wasn’t something he should be thinking about, what the hell was wrong with him. or maybe it was the time you appeared in his room soaking wet, your clothes clinging to you as water dripped onto the carpet. you’d claimed you’d been “cleansing yourself” in the rain, but the look on your face made it seem like you knew exactly what you were doing.

and god, the way you said things sometimes—your words always came out too calm, too deliberate, with a slight edge that made his skin prickle. like you were aware of your own power, of what you could do to him if you wanted. stiles couldn’t tell if you were mocking him or just... existing in a way that wrecked his sanity.

still, he tried to brush it off. he tried. you were an angel. angels weren’t supposed to be… hot? no, no, not hot, that was wrong��ethereal. otherworldly. totally not something a human should look at and ache.

but stiles was stiles, and of course his brain couldn’t leave well enough alone.

there was that time you’d bent over to inspect something on his desk, and he’d immediately clamped a hand over his eyes, muttering something about boundaries. you just blinked at him, completely unfazed. “are you unwell?” you asked, your voice soft, like you genuinely cared.

and maybe that was the worst part—the caring. You didn’t just watch him; you noticed things. the twitch in his hands when he was anxious. the way his breathing hitched when he lied. the tightness in his voice when he tried to joke away the heaviness in his chest. you noticed all of it, and instead of judging him, you… stayed.

which made everything worse.

he couldn’t stop thinking about you. couldn’t stop thinking about your hands, delicate yet strong, and the way they’d brushed against his once when you handed him a notebook he’d dropped. couldn’t stop thinking about your voice, low and lilting, curling around his name like a prayer. couldn’t stop thinking about your eyes, how they seemed to see through him, stripping him bare until he didn’t know where stiles ended and you began.

either way, stiles knew he was going straight to hell for the things he thought about when you were around.

"you’re supposed to be... holy," he said one night, trying to keep his eyes anywhere but on the curve of your lips or the soft swell of your chest. "aren’t you?"

you tilted your head, genuinely confused. "of course i am. but i don't understand why that bothers you so much."

"’s not that it bothers me, it’s just—" he gestured vaguely at your form. "do angels normally look like that?”

your brows furrowed. "like what?"

"like they walked off a Calvin Klein runway!" he blurted, immediately regretting it. "i mean, come on, the hair, the glow, the whole—" his hands flailed as he tried to encompass your entire existence in one gesture.

you smiled, a faint flush spreading across your cheeks. "i take on a form you’d find pleasing. does this one... please you?"

stiles choked. "uh, yeah, sure, it’s great—very pleasing."

the knowing look in your eyes made his skin prickle.

it came to a head one night when he woke to find you standing by his window, bathed in moonlight. you weren’t glowing this time, but there was something even more divine about the way the light kissed your skin, illuminating every curve, every line.

"do you ever sleep?" he asked groggily, his voice rough from sleep.

"angels don’t need rest," you replied without turning, your tone calm, matter-of-fact, like you weren’t haunting his room in the middle of the night, looking like that.

"must be nice," he muttered, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. his heart was already racing, though he didn’t want to think about why.

you turned to face him then, and for once, your expression wasn’t unreadable. there was something soft about it, something… human. it threw him off balance. "you were dreaming about me again."

stiles froze, his blood going ice-cold and boiling hot all at once. "uh, what?"

"your dreams," you said, stepping closer. "they're always... vivid."

"okay, first of all, rude," he said, his voice cracking. "second of all, you watch me sleep? isn’t that, like, against angel code or something?"

you frowned, genuinely perplexed, your head tilting like you genuinely didn’t understand the problem. "i’m your guardian. watching over you is my duty."

"yeah, well, maybe watch a little less when i’m unconscious, okay?"

but you didn’t step back. if anything, you moved closer, your gaze dropping to his lips, then lower.

"do you want me to leave?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

he swallowed hard, his pulse pounding in his ears. he should’ve said yes. he should’ve. but instead, the word came out like a confession:

"no."

and that was it.

stiles wasn’t sure who made the first move. one moment you were standing by his bed, and the next you were straddling his lap, your hands tangled in his hair, your lips hot and insistent against his.

it was surreal, the way you melted into him, the way your body—so soft, so warm, so human—pressed against his like you’d been made to fit there. every nerve in his body was on fire, and yet he couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t get enough of you.

“is this… allowed?” he gasped when you pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, his hands trembling against your hips. his voice was rough, desperate.

“don’t know,” you admitted, your breath hitching as his fingers tightened, grounding themselves in your skin. “but it feels… right.”

“God’s probably watching,” he said, a crooked grin tugging at his lips, though there was a flicker of guilt in his eyes.

"let him," you whispered, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "He created me, didn’t He? He made me like this—for you."

the weight of your words sent a shiver down his spine.

"jesus christ," he muttered, his grip tightening on you.

"wrong deity," you teased, your smile wicked.

and then there was no room for talking.

the next kiss was hungrier, more desperate, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as if the space between you was unbearable. stiles’ hands roamed your body with a reverence that made your skin burn under his touch. his fingers trailed the curve of your waist, lingering at the small of your back before gliding down to your thighs, gripping them with a possessiveness that sent shivers up your spine.

"you feel... warm," he murmured against your lips, his voice husky, thick with wonder. his fingers traced the curve of your waist, lingering at the small of your back before sliding lower, squeezing like he needed to anchor himself.

"so do you," you whispered, your breath hitching as his lips trailed along your jaw, then down your neck. your fingers tangled in his shirt, pulling him closer, deeper, until his scent, his heat, his everything surrounded you.

stiles’ hands trembled as he tugged at your clothes—not out of hesitation, but from sheer need. with every layer he peeled away, his breath hitched, his eyes growing darker, hungrier, devouring the sight of you. his lips followed the path of his hands, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone, the hollow of your throat, the curve of your shoulder.

"god, you’re beautiful," he breathed, his voice almost reverent, but there was something feral behind his gaze, something that made your chest tighten and your thighs press together instinctively.

"don’t use His name like that," you teased softly, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips even as his words sent a shiver down your spine.

"right, sorry," he said, though the smirk tugging at the corner of his lips was anything but apologetic. his hands slid down your sides, his thumbs grazing the soft dip of your hips before settling on your thighs, his fingers flexing possessively. "but seriously… you're unreal."

the last of your clothes fell away, leaving you bare under the soft glow of moonlight. stiles leaned back for a moment, his eyes roaming your body with an intensity that made you feel both exposed and cherished.

"are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice quieter now, but no less urgent.

"yes," you whispered, your fingers curling against his shoulders, nails pressing into the soft cotton of his shirt as your legs shifted restlessly beneath him. "want this. want you."

that was all he needed to hear.

his lips crashed against yours, hot and desperate, his hands roaming your body with a reverence that made your skin burn under his touch. every kiss, every brush of his fingers felt like he was memorizing you, committing every curve and line of your body to memory. his kisses trailed lower, down the line of your jaw and across your neck, his tongue flicking out to taste the salt of your skin.

“you’re so soft,” he murmured, his voice rough as his lips moved down to your collarbone. his hands slid to your waist, gripping you firmly, grounding himself in the feel of you as if you might slip away at any moment.

your breath hitched as his mouth found the curve of your breast, his tongue tracing the sensitive skin with maddening precision. his hand followed, cupping you gently, his thumb brushing over your hardened nipple in a way that made you arch into him.

when he reached the apex of your thighs, you tensed, your body trembling under the weight of his gaze. he paused, his hands resting on your hips, his thumbs brushing soothing circles into your skin.

"you’re trembling," he murmured, his voice low and thick with need.

"’m nervous," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

"don’t be," he said, his lips quirking into a crooked smile as he pressed a kiss to your inner thigh. "i’ll take care of you. promise."

he kissed his way lower, pausing just above the apex of your thighs. his hands slid down to your knees, gently coaxing them further apart, and the cool air against your bare skin made you shiver. his gaze flicked up to yours, and the heat in his eyes made your breath catch.

"you’re so soft," he murmured, his fingers tracing the delicate skin of your inner thighs. "so perfect."

the first brush of his lips against your core made you gasp, your hips jerking instinctively at the sudden jolt of pleasure. stiles groaned at your reaction, the sound low and guttural, sending heat pooling low in your stomach.

"easy, angel," he muttered, his breath hot against your slick folds. "let me take my time with you."

and he did. stiles licked a long, languid stripe up the length of your slick folds, his tongue swirling around your clit before dipping lower to taste you. the noises he made—soft groans of approval as he tasted you, hums of satisfaction as your body writhed beneath him—only heightened the fire coursing through you. his lips closed around your swollen clit, sucking gently, and the sensation was enough to make your vision blur.

“stiles,” you gasped, your hands flying to his hair, threading through the messy strands as you tried to ground yourself against the overwhelming tide of sensation.

"that’s it," he rasped against you, his voice rough and gravelly. "let me hear how good i make you feel, angel."

his tongue delved between your folds, exploring every inch of you with a thoroughness that bordered on worship. he alternated between teasing your clit with quick, flicking strokes and thrusting his tongue inside you, tasting you from the inside out. the wet, obscene sounds of his mouth against you filled the room, and the sheer intimacy of it made your cheeks flush. you gasped, your fingers threading through his hair and tugging, but it only seemed to spur him on.

"you taste so fucking good,” he groaned, his voice muffled against you. he tilted his head, changing the angle, and the sound that escaped you—a sharp, desperate cry—made him growl in response. his fingers digging into your thighs as he pulled you closer to his mouth, as if he could consume you whole.

when he slid a finger inside you, curling it to press against that perfect spot, your back arched off the bed, a sharp cry tearing from your throat. he groaned at the way you clenched around him, his hips grinding into the mattress unconsciously as his own arousal built. he added a second finger, thrusting them in and out in a steady rhythm that left you gasping.

"fuck, you’re so tight," he muttered, his voice thick with need. "so wet for me."

his tongue returned to your clit, circling it with deliberate precision before sucking it into his mouth. the combined sensation of his tongue and fingers was overwhelming, and your body tensed as a wave of pleasure began to build, tightening with every movement.

you could feel his own body trembling against the bed, like he was barely holding himself together. every gasp, every twitch of your thighs, seemed to fuel him, his movements growing more fervent, more desperate. his stubble scraped against your sensitive skin, the sensation a sharp contrast to the heat of his mouth, and it made you gasp, your hips bucking against his face.

“fuck, stiles.” you cried, your fingers tugging hard at his hair, your legs shaking uncontrollably.

“yeah?” he muttered against you, his voice rough and almost teasing. “that good, angel?”

“shut up,” you gasped, but your words held no bite, your voice breaking into a whimper as he thrust his fingers deeper, his tongue swirling over your clit with unrelenting precision.

he chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against your core, and it made you tremble even harder. “can’t help it,” he said, his lips brushing against you as he spoke. “you’re just—God, i could do this forever.”

he shifted slightly, pulling your hips closer to his face, his grip bruising as he held you in place. you couldn’t move if you tried—not that you wanted to. all you could do was lie there, your body arching into his touch as he worked you over like he’d been made for this. like he’d been designed to unravel you.

the obscene wet sounds of his mouth on you filled the room, punctuated by your soft gasps and cries. his fingers curled again, dragging over that perfect spot inside you, and your thighs clamped instinctively around his head, trapping him there.

stiles groaned, clearly loving it. he pulled back just enough to grin up at you, his lips and chin glistening, his eyes blazing with lust. “you trying to suffocate me, angel?”

“don’t tempt me,” you shot back breathlessly, your hands still tangled in his hair, trying to pull him back down.

“oh, i’m tempted,” he said, his grin widening before he dove back in with even more fervor, his tongue and fingers moving faster, harder.

you arched off the bed again, your entire body trembling as the pleasure built higher and higher, coiling tight in your stomach. you felt like you were teetering on the edge of something overwhelming, something that threatened to consume you completely.

“shit, i can’t—”

“yes, you can,” he growled against you, his voice rough and commanding. “i’ve got you. let me take care of you.”

his words only pushed you closer to the edge, the heat between your legs becoming almost unbearable. you couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but feel. stiles seemed to sense it, his free hand sliding up your body to grasp your breast, his thumb brushing over your sensitive nipple in time with the flicks of his tongue.

you were trembling all over now, your legs quaking against his shoulders, your nails digging into his scalp. he wasn’t stopping, wasn’t slowing down, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could hold on.

“fuck,” he muttered, pulling back for a brief moment to catch his breath. his lips were swollen and slick, his face flushed, and his hair was a wild mess from where your fingers had tugged at it. he looked wrecked, and it only made you hotter.

“you’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he said, his voice low and rough. “falling apart for me. you have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

you glanced down at him, and your breath hitched when you saw the way his hips pressed against the bed, his obvious arousal straining against the fabric of his boxers. he was rutting against the mattress, unable to stop himself, and the sight of him so desperate, so undone by you, made your head spin.

“stiles…” you whispered, your voice shaky, and he groaned, ducking his head back between your thighs, his lips and tongue resuming their assault.

you weren’t going to last much longer. he wasn’t going to let you.

stiles' fingers worked deeper, curling inside you with a perfect rhythm that made your legs shake uncontrollably. his mouth was relentless, his tongue flicking over your clit in maddening circles, then sucking gently before starting all over again. he was completely lost in you—your taste, your scent, the way your body writhed under his touch.

your hips jerked upward, seeking more of the heat of his mouth, the pressure of his fingers. every nerve in your body was on fire, coiled so tightly you thought you might snap. stiles could feel it too; he groaned into you, his voice vibrating against your sensitive core, and it pushed you that much closer to the edge.

"you're trembling s’much," he murmured, lifting his mouth just enough to let his breath ghost over your soaked skin. his fingers continued their steady thrusts, his palm pressing against your clit in teasing pulses. "you're right there, aren’t you? c’mon, angel... let go. let me feel it."

his words sent a shudder through you, your thighs tightening around his head. stiles buried himself deeper, his tongue returning to your clit with renewed focus, his lips closing around it as his fingers curled again, finding that perfect spot that made your vision blur.

“stiles, oh—fuck,” your hands flew to his hair, holding him there as your body arched sharply off the bed, your head thrown back as the tension finally snapped.

a wave of pleasure crashed over you, raw and all-consuming, leaving you gasping for air as you came undone beneath him. heat spread through your body, every nerve lit up as your release coated his fingers, his mouth, soaking him in your arousal.

"that’s it angel," he said again, his voice dripping with satisfaction. his hips grinding into the mattress as he worked you through it, his tongue lapping at you like a man starved.

he finally pulled back slightly, his lips swollen and shining, his eyes dark as he looked up at you. his chin and cheeks were slick with your arousal, and he wore it like a badge of honor, his grin crooked and breathless.

"that’s my girl," he muttered, his voice thick with pride and awe. "did so good for me." his grin widening as he climbed over you, his body pressing against yours, solid and warm. his lips found yours, and you could taste yourself on him. but even as he kissed you, his hips pressing against yours, you could feel the hard, insistent heat of him through his boxers. “gonna take care of me aren’t you? gonna be a good little angel for me.”

and somewhere, in the back of his mind, he swore he could hear God laughing.

[bunnii-143]

kinktober day two

Stalker!Vampire!Hyunjin x Oblivious!Fem!Reader!

Warnings? Blood play, stalking/obsession, prep with abnormal object, cream pie, unprotected sex, kinda forced..? Mild body worship? Spit. Both reader and hyunjin are kinda twisted.

Every day…Every hour… Every minute…he was watching. A predator stalking their prey. Every step…Every breath..he was there. From across the cafe, to right outside the bedroom window..You were his. You didn’t know it. But you were his. 

Look at you…blissfully sleeping, unaware of the impending danger literal feet away from you. Brave, hed say. leaving the window open. You’re basically inviting him in! You are. 

He creeps in through the window, and you watch from your peripheral vision. Your stalker. A tall, pale (dare you say pastey) man. You watch him rummage through your drawers, then through boxes, and finally your dirty clothes hamper. That’s when you finally shoot up. he could hear it, but he could feel you staring. He heard your heart racing. His pearly white teeth curl into a twisted smile as he turns to you, and finally a sight to see. His model perfect face. He’s stunning. A smooth pale face, thin pink lips, jet black hair.. but his eyes..deep red. His teeth..long and pointed. 

He’s no human. 

“Ah..caught red handed.” To say his voice is perfect would be an understatement. It’s deep, rich and smooth. Like fine wine. ‘Dear god. Stop simping over a stalker vampire!’ You quickly scurry around in your bed. 

Reaching to dig in your nightstand and pull out a wooden cross. You’re not religious or anything. Your mom deemed it a ‘necessity’. Thank god. You hold it up to him, like you’re casting the devil away. Well..

“Seriously? That’s pathetic.” He chuckles, taking a few steps closer. 

And you do the only sensible thing. Throw it at him, you’re not sure what you were expecting, maybe for it to melt him? Burn him? Certainly not for him to catch it.. his sly smirk disappearing

“Really, princess?” He says Flatly and sits on the edge of your bed “what were you expecting? This isn’t a fairytale-“ reaching over and wrapping his long, boney hands around your ankles and yanks you over to him and his smirk returns. 

“It’s your worst nightmare..”

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel a sickly amount of wetness pool in your underwear. A twisted part of you feels oh so turned on it should be considered concerning. And he can smell it too. He lifts a leg to rest on his shoulder pressing tender kisses upon your leg, from your knee to your inner thigh..softly nipping at the plush flesh there…his fangs causing a delicious sting that you can’t help but to whine

He groans.”shit princess…you have now clue how long I’ve been awaiting this moment. All soaked and pretty for me..making those beautiful sounds” he murmurs against your panties.. licking a fat stipe up then and he can’t fight back a guttural groan at the taste. 

  It’s almost like the final strands of his sanity snaps and he sits back up, hooking a finger inside the piece of fabric and yanking it down as fast and as hard as he could. Throwing it elsewhere…and when he turns to do such..he’s sees it. The wooden cross. And a beautiful twisted idea crosses his mind. He (being the gentlemen he is) spitting on the smooth polished wood of the cross and thrusts it into you. You clench around the foreign object and whine at the coldness. 

He tuts softly “oh baby, does that bug you?” You nod as he pulls it out only to ram it back in “too bad. I didn’t want you to throw it at me either. Take it like a good girl, and maybe I’ll let you cum on my cock, yeah?” He says, punctuating each word with a harsh thrust of the cross.  The stretch burns, but after a while it feels mind blowing. You moans get louder as your approach your orgasm…he can almost predict it..your whines sound heavenly to him, but as you feel the heat in your stomach again, as you feel you on the brink of your orgasm. 

He stops. He pulls the cross out with the biggest shit-eating grin. Ever. “Oh baby..did you want to cum..?” He asks condescendingly..you nod and pout..he laughs again.. throwing the cross elsewhere before undoing his belt and pull his pants and boxers down to free his angry cock from its restraints, it’d lewd ‘thwack’ is heard from it hitting his stomach.    

Holy fuck- He’s massive. Is it  a vampire thing or genetics..? He smiles slowly pushing his angry red tip In,  the pre cum acting as lube..inch by inch, he watches your face contort in pain..the pleasure..then pain again.. but you both moan as he bottoms out..

“My fuck beautiful, can ya feel me in your stomach.” He asks in a low,  hoarse voice and he pushes on your lower stomach and he slowly drags out only to slam back in. Going at an ungodly pace. His hand slides off your stomach and it goes to hold the sheet right above your head the other pins your wrist down, kissing your neck as he pounds into you. Your moans and cry could make him cum alone. 

“Fuck your so tight and warm..made me for me I just know it.” He growls out before biting down on your neck his fangs piercing your skin, your delicious blood filling his senses. You gasp and cry out…both from pleasure and pain.. your Hands reach to grip his biceps as he indulges in your blood. He slows his thrust down to a pace so you can think.

“My darling you’re divine.” .he moans in a breathy tone, his hand that was once on your wrist moves to press on the bleeding wound and you whine again..he drags his fingers down and across your chest, leaving a trail of blood behind it, only removing his fingers to retrieve the last of the blood from the wound only to push those two fingers into your mouth. Demanding you to suck..which you oblige. As his thrusts pick up again and he removed his fingers from your mouth and pins down your wrist again.. pounding into you fast and hard.

Going back to your chest and drags his tongue across the trail of blood he made previously, as he abuses your sore and achy cunt…he give another breathy whine “fu-fuck princess…I’m gonna cum—“ and as if clockwork you clench around him and tense up, your eyes rolling back and your back arches as you squirt around his cock. He follows shortly after, painting your walls with his seed only to fuck it in further…before he collapses onto top of you..you’re both panting and sweaty.

He only lays for a few moments..before kissing your forehead and getting up, getting his clothes, telling you one more thing 

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll be back soon” he smiles, before leaving out the window he entered…

A/N: I’m so sorry if this is shitty. I’m trying to explore new genres, and my moot helped with a list with more out of my range styles! So here’s one! Anywho! Lemme know who you wanna see next!

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Diasomnia: When You're Sick

The last dorm, and probably the one dorm you don’t want taking care of you…minus Silver. Hope you guys enjoyed this dorm series, I know I did. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to skedaddle back to work. Also the intro is the same for all parts, so if you’ve read it once, you’ve read it all.

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Diasomnia: When You’re Sick

The worst thing to ever happen to you while attending Night Raven College had to be, hands down, getting sick. You were alone in the dorm with only ghosts and Grim to keep you company, and as much as you loved them, they couldn’t take care of you when you became sick. This meant you had to make do and hope that everything was alright. Normally if you were under the weather, you’d just suck it up and go to class so as to not worry anyone. This time however, that wasn’t an option.

You woke up with every muscle in your body feeling sore and aching with even the slightest movement. Your stomach churned something fearsome and you had a runny nose and cough to boot. You had no idea what illness you had fallen to. Having so many symptoms…you could only assume it was the flu or something akin to that.

Still, there was no way you were making it to class like this. So begrudgingly you told Grim you weren’t feeling good and needed to rest, and to go to class and get your homework so you could do it later. The demon cat was grumpy about not having his henchman, but eventually gave in, leaving you alone to rest in your room and hope that whatever you had would go away.

Malleus Draconia

Sebek will be the one mentioning you being sick in passing, noting how Grim had been out of control due to your absence. That’s all Malleus needs to hear before he’s sneaking away from his retainers and going over to your dorm. Thankfully you’re asleep when he appears in your room. He’s standing over your bed, looking over you and placing his large hand over your forehead, noting that it’s warmer than it should be. This prompts him to call up Lilia to inform him of the situation. That’s where the trouble begins.

Malleus has no clue how to care for a human, so it’s already off to a rocky start. Lilia himself knows a little bit, as he had to take care of Silver. The thing with Silver is, other than the narcolepsy, he was always a fairly healthy child…according to Lilia. Really he just always missed the signs that Silver was sick or though it was just a quirk. So now you have two fae over your bed, trying to figure out what’s wrong as you slowly wake up and meet their eyes. You might have a heart attack that devolves into a coughing fit as Malleus is frantically trying to help you.

You’re going to be the one needing to tell them they need to get you the school nurse, and no this is not the time to experiment with treatments. Malleus does so, just because you seemed really adamant, and it’s a good thing. The nurse is nervous with both Lilia and Malleus in the room, but eventually manages to figure out how to take care of you, and even noting that the stuff served in the cafeteria is best for your recovery. Once Lilia knows Malleus has it handled, he leaves. Malleus is doing everything the nurse says, with a little flourish of magic, to make you get better faster. He’s pretty good at reading you as well, so if you move slightly he’s already fluffing your pillow to make it more comfortable, and asking if you’d like more water. He can be very doting normally, and it only increases once you’re sick.

Malleus is going to be relieved, but also not trusting that you’re totally better. Be expecting him to take care of you for a solid week after you’re better, visiting you after classes and bringing you meals, as well as checking your temperature the entire time. It’s not that he doesn’t trust your word, he just doesn’t trust the nurse having the best treatment plan. If he could have it his way, he would’ve brought you to Briar Valley to have one of the doctors there check you over.

Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia had just decided on a whim to visit your dorm the previous night, wanting to see what you were up to. When he found you curled up in bed shaking, clearly still asleep and unaware of your current condition, he decided to just stick around until the morning. After Grim leaves for school, he makes his grand appearance and is asking you what’s wrong. He’s not as concerned as he should be, since he’s seen Silver like this many times and his son has always made a full recovery. Still, he is a little upset to see you in such a state.

He’s not the best, at all, but he kind of knows what to do. He’s taken care of Silver while he’s sick so he assumes he knows what he’s doing…he doesn’t. If you had a fae illness, he'd be perfect. He could treat that almost as well as a normal doctor. A human illness though…well he’s less experienced in that. Still, he’s going to try and do his best before calling the nurse to get whatever medications he needs to hand you. At least he’s willing to call in help once he figures out he doesn’t know how to make you better.

He’s pretty attentive, if not a little teasing while he takes care of you. Again, he knows you’re not dying so he can have a little fun with it. He will try to put some medicine on a spoon and pretend to be a bird as he brings it to your mouth. Show him the most unimpressed look and he’ll break out into a fit of giggles. Just make sure when it comes to meal times, you request being brought something from the cafeteria, letting Lilia know that his seasonings would be too much on your stomach right now. He agrees and brings you proper food, even if he really wants to add something to it.

He’s going to be over the moon when you’re all better, telling you how happy he is and asking if you want to do something fun now. There’s no resting time after being sick, he’s been so good the past few days waiting for you to be better, that now you need to go and do something with him. He’ll be happy if you agree to sit with him in his dorm room and play a few rounds of a video game though. He’s just happy to have you back honestly.

Silver

He’s another one who finds out through Sebek. He’s half asleep when Sebek begins shouting about how you’re missing and Grim is causing havoc and how he won’t stand for it. Silver only hears you’re missing and after asking he finds out you’re sick. He knows just how bad it can be, being sick with nobody to take care of you. Most of the time Lilia didn’t even realize Silver was sick growing up, so he was on his own. This is going to prompt him to go ahead and check in with you.

Silver is actually pretty good at figuring out what to do while you’re sick. Since he normally took care of himself growing up (even if half the time it was sleeping it off) he at least knew the basics. When he noticed you had  a fever he was looking for things to help with it, alongside something for your cough and stomach. In no time he had all the things he needed to take care of you, and was able to do it without much of an issue. Good news for you, he is very quiet while he speaks to you, so you don’t need to worry about his presence causing you more of a headache.

He’s not perfect at it, but he tries to keep a good schedule up to make sure you’ll be okay. He can cook you something to eat as well, that tastes pretty okay so he doesn’t need to worry about running to the cafeteria before it closes. For the most part though, you both are asleep. In fact, sometimes you need to nudge him awake to grab your medicine, which he will sleepily do and mumble something about being sorry about falling asleep like that.

He’s relieved to know you’re all better and that he managed to help you, but he’s exhausted afterwards. Let him crash at your place and possibly also check in on him to make sure he didn’t catch whatever you had going on. Once he’s awake he’ll just smile and say he’s grateful you’re feeling better, but he needs to get going since you’re both behind on school work. He doesn’t need anything in return for helping you, but if he ever does get sick it wouldn’t hurt to help him out. He was good to you, so returning that favor is needed…especially since Lilia might not even notice Silver is sick…again.

Sebek Zigvolt

He’s going to notice right away once he sees Grim by himself, doing whatever he wants. He’s going to say the only reason he’s going to check in on you is because the sooner you’re better, the sooner you can control Grim. After all, Grim being crazy can disturb Malleus and cause distractions, and he would be a horrible retainer if he allowed that to happen. Nobody but Lilia and Silver would comment about how he was more fidgety the moment he found out, and how he bit down on his bottom lip, gnawing it with worry for you.

Sadly he’s another one who’s totally hopeless when it comes to taking care of someone else. More or less…it’s a bit disastrous. He’s too loud and causes headaches by accident, and he hasn’t the faintest idea on human illnesses despite being half human himself. Normally when he got sick, nobody knew if it was a fae or human illness, so he was treated for both. Which doesn’t bode well for you since he’s going to use that to try and treat you initially.

Once he realizes his efforts aren’t making you better, he’s going to call Silver to help out. He doesn't want to bother Lilia for something like this, and Silver is the only human he likes other than you. Thankfully Silver explains what to do and Sebek will do so, but stumbles a bit. At least you’ll slowly be getting better, and he’s not an idiot and will make sure you’re eating good food. He’s determined to make you better, and eventually he forgets all about the horrible excuse he told others, letting his worry take over for you. After letting him know his voice is a bit too loud, he’s going to quiet down for you. 

He’s relieved to know you’re better and for a while he’s significantly less tense, and everyone notices. Lilia is going to be teasing him about it, making poor Sebek go bright red since he’s been outed for caring about a lowly human. When you thank him, he’ll go back to the lie he told everyone else about wanting Grim to be properly handled, but the red on his cheeks is persistent enough to let you know that it’s a horribly fabricated lie…though you would’ve been able to tell either way.

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Sweet Alpha Dangerous Omega

Part 16

Cassandra hasn't moved a muscle since the Alpha ran off, if she didn't know she'd swear she was frozen to the ground.

“Go get Mother” Bela orders and Daniela obeys without a word.

This is her fault; she left the cage door open.

She just wanted to cheer Cassandra up.

And now she ruined everything.

She opens the door to her mother's room, who stands up immediately with fury in her eyes that soon fades when she recognizes her.

“Did you have another nightmare, dear?”

She wished it was just a nightmare, but she knew she was awake, it was too warm to be one.

“It's all my fault mom” She says on the verge of tears.

“Honey, what's hap-”

*Daniela bring Mother! I can't stop Cassandra! *

This is no time to cry “Follow me!”

Her mother gets up from the bed quickly, her gaze worried and full of questions.

—----

She approached her sister cautiously, she had no idea how Cassandra would react when she came out of her stupor, but she knew that her emotions would be out of control and to avoid further damage she had to calm her down.

Bela knew that this day would come, the day when the blindfold on your eyes would be removed and you would face the reality you ignored, Cassandra's punishment protected you from being a witness to her violence, but it was only a matter of time before you discovered the darkest side of her family.

However, she planned to soften the blow, give you examples of different human biologies, diets and food restrictions to help you understand, to comprehend the need they had to consume human flesh and blood, then she would give you more information about the most cruel and inhuman acts that occurred in the castle, as well as their reasons for carrying them out. Little by little, precisely to avoid this type of reaction. No matter how much you loved her sister, this kind of information was hard to digest, so she had kept it hidden as best she could. She had talked to Daniela who agreed to follow her example with only a few complaints, and Cassandra, consciously or unconsciously, had also avoided showing that side.

But now you had found out the hard way.

Bela had faith in you but even they didn't take the news about their new physiology well either. They screamed, cried, and cursed at Mother's feet for months. It took them years to finally accept their new life.

They needed time and space.

And that's what you need too.

Afterall, It was impossible that your devotion would completely fade away in just a few seconds.

You loved her sister, and you would never leave her.

Right?

Moving in front of her sister, Bela bit her lips to control herself.

Cassandra's expression broke her heart, her sister who refused to show the slightest weakness had a faraway look, her hands were shaking, but the worst was the aroma that came from her.

Fear, sadness, anguish.

She took a deep breath to calm down, Cassandra needed her help, she couldn't let her emotions affect her sister's delicate state more.

“Cassand-

The younger girl released a wave of her aroma so strong that it made her stagger, shaking her head to concentrate she tried to call her sister once again.

But in the blink of an eye Cassandra had crossed to the other side of the hallway

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No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

“Cassandra!”

No, no.

“Stop!”

No, no, no.

“Cassandra!”

No, no, no, no.

“Leave her alone!”

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

“Cassandra Andreea Dimitrescu, stop this instant!”

The imposing figure of her mother along with a strong wave of her scent force her to stop her pursuit, her body reforms, but there are still flies buzzing and flying frantically around her. Despite not needing to breathe she feels like she is short of air, she is taking gulps of air that serve no purpose, why? Why did you run away? She would never hurt you, despite her behavior she never threw the easels directly at you, despite her threats she never cut or hit you, so why?

“Why?”

“Because she was never a witness to our feeding Cassandra” Bela is in front of her, her hands do not leave her field of vision “I kept that part hidden in class and outside of it, Daniela too and you did it too”

In all your stay have you never come across their mouths full of blood? In the middle of a hunt or a punishment?

…It’s true.

You spend most of your time working in the workshop, your trips are restricted to your room, kitchen, library and Bela’s office, in addition to trips to the forest which are only focused on collecting animal meat; your cell in the dungeon was one of the most isolated, you did not see the other prisoners. Dorothea does not let anyone who is not from her team into the kitchen when food is being prepared for them, despite the friendship she has with you she would never break that rule, the staff has a different meal schedule because of this.

It is your first time seeing a scene like this, a rather grotesque one to be honest.

“It took us some time to assimilate it and it will take her some time too”

Yes, yes, that’s it.

Time, you just need time.

She can give you time.

Bela extends her arms invitingly and Cassandra has no strength to pretend, letting herself fall into the arms of her older sister who holds her easily even if she is the smallest of the three, the blonde caresses her back gently while purring softly, her scent next to her mother's harmonizes around her but the fear in her chest does not disappear, the image of horror on your face still clear in her mind.

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Daniela watched you from afar with only one fly from her swarm, Bela had given you a week off from classes to give you space and had ordered her to stay away from you unless you were the one who initiated contact.

Four days and you had not said a word.

It was like the first days you had arrived, but you were the one who locked yourself away from the world, your answers were limited to denying and nodding your head, not even Relia or Dorotthea could pull a sound out of you.

While there were no emotions on your face, your scent gave away what you were hiding.

The fear and worry that radiated from you made her feel cold, which contrasted with the warmth of the days. However, she did not lose hope because under those turbulent emotions she could notice the aroma that she recognized as affection.

This was just another obstacle to overcome so that her sister could obtain her happy ending, the part where love and loyalty are put to the test to give the relationship a boost.

It was only a matter of time.

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“Haven't I already told you that what you mistakenly take for madness is just an excessive sharpness of the senses? At that moment…”

Normally Cassandra would have rolled her eyes with mocking affection when listening to Daniela read with an exaggerated voice and gestures, but her sister remained still in her arms with her eyes looking through the redhead her mind outside the room.

Bela never thought that one day she would rather deal with the mess that Cassandra's anger attacks caused instead of silence, but here she was, wishing that her sister would scream and destroy the entire room instead of staying still submerged in apathy. Cassandra, like the Alpha, had not said a word since that day, the difference is that instead of avoiding contact, the brunette constantly looked for it, in the hallways she was more discreet, but behind closed doors she did not hold back, lying on top of whoever was nearby.

The weight on her legs increased, coming back to herself she saw Daniela lying on top of Cassandra who simply raised her arms giving her space to accommodate herself, without wasting any time she hugged the middle child torso who surrounded her without responding to the purr that the redhead let out.

Bela sighed resting her head on Cassandra's.

The best option was to be patient and let the alpha process everything without interruptions.

The alpha will come to and beg for her sister's forgiveness.

And Bela, being the exemplary older sister that she is, will give her a good punch.

“So-”

The dining room door opened with a bang that immediately caught everyone's attention.

“What makes you interrupt my time with my daughters? Scoundrel.” Mother was furious, her sisters followed her in irritation, but Cassandra simply turned to look without much interest, since the incident her omega spent the whole day crying and at night nightmares haunted her which drained her energy during the day.

The comfort of her pack was something she was grateful for, without their care she would have most likely let herself die of hunger, the terrified face of her alpha haunting her every time she took a bite.

“Alpha, please.”

Time, they need to give her time.

Who would love someone like you?

Shut up.

You know I'm right, you're not worth it.

Shut up, father.

“The alpha is gone!”

I told you.

How dare she?

A freak like you can never be loved.

To give her hope

You are just a parasite that attracts death.

To make her feel wanted.

You will die alone; Sabina just accept your pathetic fate.

Only to abandon her.

“Cassandra!”

“Fuck this”

Hate her, she doesn’t care.

Curse her, she doesn’t care.

“Alpha is ours”

Even if she must chain you, you will stay.

You are hers forever.

[tonight-i-may-see]

Illicit Affairs (Aaron Hotchner x GN!Reader)

[note: MORE ANGST UPON YE. also can u tell im on a tswift kick?]

cw: angst with a happy(?) ending, gn!reader, reader's gender isn't specified.

word count: 1k

Inspo: Illicit affairs - taylor swift & peace - taylor swift

“I have to go.” 

It was like clockwork. You'd meet, spend a few hours together, then he'd go and the next morning you'd have to look him in the eye at work like this wasn't breaking your heart.

This time, you decided to push things.

“Why? Who's waiting?” You ask, obviously pointing out the fact he wasn't married anymore and hadn't been for quite some time. The divorce had happened months before the first time the two of you did this routine, so why exactly was it he had to leave so soon?

He’s silent for a moment, then deeply exhales. “No one. But I don't have my go-bag if we get called.” 

A spark of irritation fizzles through you, so you push harder. “What, you can't go get it on the way?”. It's clear by his face he doesn't want to have this talk, and another sigh rolls out of his nose. It was typical really, he only ever wanted to have the good stuff with you, no discussions that might require actual use of his brain cells. To him, you were supposed to be easy, just a way to relax after work that he didn't have to stress over.

Of course, he was more than aware of how unfair that was- you were a human being with very real feelings, reciprocated ones, even. But after Haley he just wasn't ready to focus on anything but Jack and work…which was made difficult by the fact you were work. You were there every day, giving him that hurt puppy dog look that broke his heart a little every time he saw it. Those eyes only made him push you further away, though, so you'd resigned to only allowing them when you thought he wasn't looking (He could never take his eyes off you, though you had no idea that was the case.).

“Can we not do this tonight?” Aaron asks, and you’re startled by the weakness in his voice, by the tightness that was building to a crack. Looking up at him, you can see his eyes glisten in the lamp light, an even more startling reaction to your nagging questions.

“Are you-...are you crying?” You ask in a whisper, worry knitting your brow and bringing a frown to your lips. “Aaron, hey-” 

He tries to shy away, but you don’t let him for once. You pull him close and wipe his cheeks, still concerned about how out of nowhere this reaction is from him. “I just want you to stay, what’s going on?” 

It’s silent for a long while, you assume he’s collecting his thoughts and calming down, so you just keep one hand on his shoulder and the other on his arm to ground him. Five minutes pass before he can look you in the eye, and when he does your heart shatters. The tears just won’t stop. As he falls into your arms, you rub his back and try to push through the confusion at how fast things changed emotionally. “What is it, Aaron…? Honey?” You ask softly, moving so he can sit next to you on the bed.

“I wanna stay-” It’s a little difficult to make out with the tears and the fact he has his face pressed against your shoulder, but you hear it. “I wanna stay,” He repeats “But that makes it real.” 

Time slows, and the cogs start to turn in your head. Losing Haley twice over must’ve been the worst heartbreak he’d ever experienced, and she wasn’t in the field. You are. Sure, that means you’ve got each other’s backs, but it also meant your lives were on the line daily. Sure enough, he finishes your train of thought for you.

“I can’t lose you.” 

You don’t even try to say he won’t, because you know he might. Every time you step out of the bullpen and into the field there’s a target on your back, and you’d be a fool if you tried to ignore that. But was that really a reason to break each other's hearts?

“You might.” You say stiffly, running your fingers through the longest parts of his hair. “But if you keep this up, you’ll lose me too.”

It was something you wanted to let hang, so you did. One hand still running through his hair as you watched him process it…he was tired, you both were, the case you were on right now was one of the worst and was only devolving more. What would usually have been an irritating question with snide comments had become the final straw. Unwittingly, you’d broken him. Eventually, he looked up at you from where he was leaning, and your heart broke. He didn’t have to speak for you to know how he felt. 

“I know…I know it’s scary. I’m terrified.” His bottom lip trembles slightly, and you think about how you’d fight people tooth and nail to never have to see him so upset again, about how it gripped at your chest and stung your eyes every time you took in a breath. “But we can be scared together.”

There was no way to fix this, not alone, but therapy wasn’t something to bring up right now. Right now, the man in your arms clearly needed comfort and support, and that’s what you gave him. Hours pass with him half-cradled in your arms like a child, and eventually you wake up next to him, the pink light of a sunrise flushing his cheeks just like his own heartbreak had the night before. It was odd, seeing a man you knew to be so strong completely relying on you for stability, but at the same time it felt right. If Aaron needed a rock, that’s exactly what you’d be, there was no question he’d do the same for you in a heartbeat. This wasn’t going to be easy, you’d have a lot of explaining to do to the team and your families, but you’d do it together.

Afraid, but in love without denial.

[pakunod-a]

Idia Shroud, who..

...can't fathom how you ever got around to talking to him. He was convinced you were too good for him.

...seems to be a bit more gloomy than usual.

—oh, no, it's not you. He just can't process how such a lovely human being could ever be his friend.

...can't believe it's been so long since you've first DM'ed him. He didn't even have to do anything at all.

...has a hard time believing you wouldn't up and find someone else to befriend. You're.. probably his first genuine friend. Why wouldn't you want to stay good friends with him?

...is your closest online friend. You've met a little short over a year ago, and now he's a little too attached.

...is one of your closest confidants. Despite not being friends with you in person, you trust him with major things, like your game accounts, your Magicord account, your IP address <3

...is your duo on most games. You support him, and oftentimes, he lets you carry.

...doesn't trust you when you say that your "friends" are only with you to hang out. They must have ulterior motives, no?

...is very, very fortunate he installed an app that lets him see through your webcam. You were so ethereal, it was unbelievable.

...thinks you look like a masterpiece crafted by the very hands of a god themselves. This is who he's been talking to all this time? He's breath-taken.

...starts slowly getting insecure every time you try and turn down his offers to game together. His mind starts going to the worst possible places imaginable.

...can't have you getting any ideas of leaving him. You're basically his best friend, dare I say his platonic? lover. You put your Minecraft beds together. You went to the Heart Island on Genshin Impact with him. He does all your dailies for you whenever you aren't available, and vice versa. You're practically married at this point.

...is waiting for the right time to strike. Not now, but soon. You shouldn't suspect it. If he fails, he risks losing his beloved friend.

...monitors you closely. It's just a matter of time, you know. After all, you're playing hard to get. And Idia does love a good challenge.

...watches your every move. You like to sing in the shower, don't you? You sound so talented.. undeserving of someone like him. You enjoy the company of cats? How coincidental.. he does too. You have so much in common already.

...has your room set up next to his. You'll live with him, eventually. When he finds the courage to do it.

Idia Shroud, who will forever be your Player 1. Won't you be his Player 2, too?

long note below here, skip if not interested

A/N: hello :)

it's been a while, how have you all been?

i apologize for being on a hiatus of some sort. and for the rushed and short idia post T-T

it's going to be the start of a busy year for me, i am graduating after all.

i have lots of posts i need to publish and rewrite, but unfortunately my schedule is too packed, and the only times i feel free enough to write are after-school hours, which are 8 pm - 12 am for me.

i might just end up reuploading more fics from my old blog, or writing a bit more for other series i'm into. (hxh, obey me, twst, mlbb, genshin, and hsr <3 perhaps trese if anyone's heard about it? 👀)

but if i ever come back to posting, what kind of content would you guys like to see?

my requests and inbox(?) are always open. please do drop by and say hello, or drop a request you would like to see written by me. i find that requests or ideas from others often get my brian going.

if you wish to find me elsewhere, my tiktok and my discord users are both pakunod.a :)

i would like to come back again with posts for you to read, or a few of my practice drawings for you to see.

perhaps in the future. :)

as always, stay safe, keep yourself healthy, stay hydrated, and always love yourself. <3

- 1, Yuan

[tiramisuucakeee]

1. STORMY NIGHT

( sea salt, yang jungwon )

in the heart of the shimmering coral city of aqualis, where the sea sings with ancient magic and the ocean’s rhythm is the pulse of life, the kingdom’s peaceful existence is on the verge of change.

the waters, always whispering secrets, have carried truths far beyond the reach of even the crown. secrets that threaten to shatter the peaceful facade of the royal family.

days after your birthday, you were set to marry. and the thought of that made you seasick, not in a good way.

you. marry. seahorse. how absurd. a cruel joke on the royal treatment of your hand. a kingdom's tradition, your duty, and yet it feels more like a punishment than a celebration.

“i shall not do this,” you muttered to yourself, the words firm and resolute as you studied your reflection in the pearly hand mirror. the soft glow of the ocean filtered through your window, casting faint light on your face, but it hardly mattered - the decision had been made.

your room was in disarray, much like the storm inside you. the chaos felt fitting, though. how could you not feel like this, after overhearing your father, so thrilled over his seashell, gushing about how ecstatic he was that you'd finally take on your royal duty? you could practically still hear him now, his voice full of pride as he spoke of your impending marriage to the princess of the nearby seahorse kingdom.

who was visiting tonight.

luckily for you and your ring finger, you were set off to leave tonight. a spontaneous decision you thought about a few seconds ago. you wouldn’t be caged into a life you didn’t want - not tonight. not ever. your fingers itched to grasp the smooth edges of the mirror, but you set it down, your gaze shifting around the room.

it was a reflection of your life, in more ways than one. decorated with human artifacts you'd collected from the ocean floor, each piece a symbol of the world above. a giant shell in the corner, your favorite reading nook. and how could you forget the starfish, always there, scattered like gems across your room.

starfish is a girl’s best friend. that’s what the merfolk say.

you swam over to your friends, seeing them jump around in glee, much happier than you could be at the moment. “my sincerest apologies, everyone,” you spoke softly, feeling a pang in your heart as you hovered in front of them. “i only have room for two,” you picked the starfish you used as a kid, the most trustworthy.

there is a single more thing you need to do before departing. that is, leaving your whole self behind.

you know not of how humans would react to a mermaid, much less a mermaid princess. so you would have to renounce your title. not just that.

and now, as your hands reached for the crown, you felt the weight of it pressing down on your soul.

“mom, i cannot do something like this…” you whispered, your voice barely audible as the dread settled in your chest like a stone. the words tasted bitter in your mouth, the confession that you couldn’t live the life she’d wanted for you. the life you'd been born into but never chose.

she always had this dream. a beautiful dream where you would become queen after your parents gave up their throne. and in this exact second, you feel as if you’re betraying her.

she was the dearest person you’ve ever met. who was finished by the worst of all destinies possible. now the only place where you could see her was in your sleep.

“i hope you really forgot about me, now that you’re in the afterlife, mother, i cannot bare the idea of you being disappointed at my actions,” you let out a choked sob, and tore the crown off, quickly throwing it on your bed.

the ocean around you felt colder now, the walls of your room suddenly suffocating.

without a second thought, you swam to the open window, the cool rush of water filling your senses as you pushed through, leaving the room and the memories behind. You had to leave. you couldn’t stay, not in this place, not in this life that was no longer yours. the crown, the legacy, your mother’s dreams, they were all behind you now.

as you glided through the currents, your heart pounded in your chest - each stroke of your tail carrying you farther from the life you’d known.

you didn’t look back.

the palace gleamed in the distance, its spires like the sharp edges of a dream that had grown too heavy to hold. below it, the mermaid village - your village - sat nestled in the coral reefs, the vibrant colors of the homes and the swarms of merfolk playing and chatting in the shallows, making your chest ache.

you had spent so many days there, lost in the carefree joy of it all - swimming through the kelp forests, chasing the shimmering fish, laughing with your friends. now, it felt like a distant memory.

suddenly, a crack of thunder echoed through the water, so loud it shook the ocean floor. you froze, the sound sending ripples through your body. your heart skipped, a familiar dread filling the pit of your stomach. you turned slowly, your eyes scanning the surface.

and then you heard it—a voice, desperate and raw, carried by the wind and the water.

“come back!”

your father. the king.

his voice, though muffled by the distance and the waves, was unmistakable. but it was more than just his voice - it was the power behind it, the deep, booming command that shook the very sea around you.

you watched in horror as the water above you began to churn. a storm was forming, fierce and wild, the clouds darkening and swirling, casting shadows over the kingdom. the ocean’s surface cracked with lightning, and the waves rose high, most likely about to destroy beaches. it was like a tempest had come to life, born from his fury.

your heart raced as the storm raged on. the ocean was no longer a friend - it was a battlefield, and your father was waging war to bring you home.

as hard as you could, you tried to escape quicker, getting closer to the surface of the ocean, your stomach turning with emotion.

you just had to make it, if you didn’t, you would be a criminal in your own scales.

and then just as you were about to reach for the clouds and the sky, everything went dark. the familiar shimmer of the sea vanished, replaced by an overwhelming blackness, like the ocean itself had swallowed you whole.

!

“no, no, no, no, hold that!” an old man screamed to the teenager, who rushed to get the rope of the boat before it could escape into the depths of the sea.

jungwon held the rope tightly, running it around a hook on the deck, his grandfather doing the same.

it was really weird, in the middle of summer, a sudden storm.

the sky had gone from a clear, radiant blue to a deep, foreboding gray in just a matter of minutes. the waves were churning, their once peaceful motion now erratic and furious, slamming against the shore like they were angry. jungwon could feel the wind biting at his skin, whipping his hair into his face as he secured the last of the ropes around the boat. his grandfather, an old but weathered man, barked instructions at him, his voice strained against the roar of the approaching storm.

"get the tarp over the pool!" his grandfather shouted over the howl of the wind. "we need to cover the yard too, if it floods, it will tear everything apart!"

jungwon nodded, his heart racing. he knew the place like the back of his hand - this beach house had been in the family for generations, a sanctuary where summers stretched out forever, a retreat from everything else. but this year was different.

"grandpa, the house!" jungwon shouted, looking toward the house. it was built up on the nearby coast, in between sand and the rest of the town.

"check the windows! seal the doors! we need to prepare for a possible flood!" his grandfather yelled back as he worked to secure the last of the ropes. "get the boards from the shed!"

jungwon dashed to the shed, feeling the heavy drops of rain in his face, and pulled out the wooden planks. the sound of the wind was deafening now, rattling the metal frames of the windows. he worked quickly, securing the boards across the house’s lower windows, making sure nothing would let in the rising water.

"this summer, i thought i was just gonna relax here before college," jungwon muttered under his breath, grunting as he tightened the last screw on a window board.

he could hear his grandfather's deep chuckle. "you thought wrong, boy. this summer’s a reminder, never underestimate the ocean, dunno what we did to anger the gods but this is one hell of a storm."

jungwon looked back out toward the sea, where the waves were getting more violent by the second. he could feel the pull of it, he'd spent most of his life here, learning the rhythms of the water, the patterns of the tides, the way the air felt just before a storm. but this storm was different. it was powerful, angry.

what if there were gods of the ocean like his grandfather said. he came back with stories as a kid, after hanging out with sailors too much, and passed them down to jungwon’s father, who told them to him.

but surely there can’t be such being powerful enough to control the ocean.

"everything’s secure?" his grandfather called him out of the daydream, standing by the front door, looking out at the roiling surf.

"yeah, i think so," jungwon replied, breathless. "but we better stay inside soon. the water’s gonna rise fast."

the wind howled, rattling the doors and windows as the storm hit full force. they'd done all they could, but now it was a waiting game. jungwon stood at the edge of the porch, watching the ocean, feeling the storm inside his bones, wondering if the beach house would survive. this summer, before heading off to college, he had come here for one last stretch of peace, one last break from the world. but it seemed the world had other plans.

jungwon soon stepped inside, the wind slamming the door shut behind him. the house groaned under the pressure of the storm, the wooden beams creaking. his grandfather was already heading toward the kitchen, where the light flickered once and then went out, plunging them into darkness.

"power’s gone," his grandfather muttered, feeling around for a flashlight. "we'll have to ride this out."

jungwon nodded, though the sense of urgency in the air made his heart beat faster. he could hear the storm raging outside.

"you should try to get some rest," his grandfather said, pointing toward the staircase. "you've been running around all day with that friend of yours. no sense in staying up."

jungwon didn’t argue. he knew the old man was right. he had been all day at the beach with jay, failing miserably the lifeguard physical test. he was exhausted, his limbs heavy. but his mind was still buzzing, he nodded, tiredly making his way upstairs.

his room was tucked at the back of the house, overlooking the beach. it was a place that always felt like home, more than the one back in the city - coastal, light colors, and a view of the endless ocean that stretched out beyond the porch. the walls were painted in shades of soft sand and pale blue, the bed framed with white curtains that swayed slightly even when there was no breeze.

tonight, the room felt different. the cold from the storm seeped through the walls, and as he pulled the covers up, he shivered. the sea had always brought a sense of calm before, but now, it felt ominous. he could hear the wind howling outside, rattling the windows. even though the room was warm enough, the cold seemed to be deep inside him, gnawing at his bones.

jungwon pulled the blanket tighter, trying to block out the sound of the storm. he closed his eyes, but the ocean’s constant roar in the distance seemed louder than ever, mixing with the sharp gusts of wind that whistled through the cracks in the house. he felt a deep unease settling in his stomach, something more than just fear of the storm. something he couldn't quite place.

the darkness felt colder than it ever had before. he turned over and glanced out the window, watching the turbulent waves crash against the shore, the water swallowing the beach. it was wild.

but all he could think about was, the disaster that he would have to clean up tomorrow.

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[hellosweetart]

Oh! Regarding that one scenario you came up with for the serial killer Francis being Francis' reaction to Nacha's killing, I have an idea on a continuation to that ending:

After hiding the corpse into her car trunk, Nacha, now overwhelmed with guilt and fear, called Francis and confessed everything to him. Francis, even if he just got home from a shift and it was quite late outside, would waste no time coming over with some tools too.

Francis would then do what he does best: manipulate the crime scene so that the murder looked like a doppelganger's work and changed to a clean outfit with no blood. He then proceed to dispose of his bloody uniforms and his weapon, and then took Nacha back into the car, and drove both of them back home.

For anyone else witnessing what Francis had done, they would definitely feel that Francis was a... questionable figure, like why did it feel like disposing body and framing doppelganger for murder were old news to Francis, and why did he look so... unfazed during his work? Normally, Nacha would also have noticed all this and feel alarmed, but with her mental distress, all she could felt and think of were guilt and fear and even gratitude for Francis as he covered for her.

But there was one more person aside from Nacha and Francis who knew about the disastrous night (minus the dead guy): Ana. Ana was staying way pass her bed time reading whatever she liked when she heard the door open. She swiftly turned off the only source of light in the room being the the dim lamp on the bedside table and pretend to be asleep (Since her door was closed, no matter how quick was Francis, he would not have caught the light being switched off). However, upon hearing sobs from her mother, Ana decided to sneak as close as possible to the door.

On Francis and Nacha's side, the milkman decided to sit Nacha down onto the couch to comfort her. Ana, still hiding behind the door, knew all about what happened after her mother's shift. At first, Ana sympathized with her mom and felt the bastard somewhat deserved his fate for his harrasment and gross comment regarding a child. But then, while still sobbing and emotionally uncomposed, Nacha asked:

"W-what if the police saw through the crime scene and knew it all? What if they know I was the murderer?"

To which Francis just replied with a small laugh:

"Don't worry, dear. They'll never know. The corpse was torn to shreds with some parts missing. It looked too much like a doppelganger's work. I think my work is flawless in this one. We even got rid of all the evidence!"

Nacha was still too out of it to realize how wrong some of the thing Francis said, but Ana did. She questioned: why did he sound rather... proud of his work, and not shaken at all? Why did he sound like that was not his first time?

At that time, the authorities just decided to blame the murder onto the doppels to avoid any other unneccessary work for them. However, there was still a popular conspiracy theory going around that there was a human murderer among those kills. While Ana was not one to subscribe to these theory, and sometimes she even saw them as ridiculous statements, after hearing her father words, she feared for the worst.

Ana returned to bed way too late at night when her mother's sobbing ceased, but she was unable to sleep.

On another note, even if Nacha was composed enough to see that Francis looked like a professional in the disposing corpse field and decided to confront him about that, he already knew her to-be biggest secret that she would take to her grave: she killed a man. This means that he can use this information to his advantage and blackmail her as he please and may even have her help him in his future murders as an accomplice. Nacha would have no choice but to agree to his terms, as if she hadn't, high chances thay she would have gone to jail, meaning that Francis would be in charge of Ana, leaving Nacha worried to no end.

(oops this got too long)

This is what I would have imagined

I love it when anon send me this type of asks. I love reading long ones lol

[ravenzeppeli]

Stained Red Prequel - Before The Pain |Yandere DIO x Reader Fluff|

Warning: strong language, threats. MA.

      Your red high heels clicked against the hardwood floor gently as you carried two empty wine glasses in one hand, the other hand gripping a wine bottle. You wore a tiny little black dress, the dress hugging all of your curves perfectly.

       You entered Dio's room without knocking - it was now the room that the two of you shared together. "Master?" You called out, closing the door behind you. You sat the wine down next to his bed. It was dark in the room. Only a faint light glowed next to the bed from the single white candle. "Are you in here?"

      You let a gasp escape your lips as you felt cool hands wrap around your waist, pulling you into the familiar large form of your lover.

      "You've kept me waiting for a long time, and that greatly displeases me," his velvet voice called out as he dropped his lips to your ear. "That's very naughty of you, and I also saw that secret conversation you had with dear old Hol Horse. Asking about who the Joestars are." He squeezed your hips tighter.

       You let a low gasp escape your lips, shocked that he found out. Dio never informed you of much. He liked to keep you as clueless as possible in case you had some moral compass. He didn't want to lead you away from his arms. Despite the power he had, he still wanted to keep your feelings towards him true.

      "I keep having to be upset with you, and I don't want to keep getting upset with you. I've been too lenient with you; I suppose that this is all my fault." He let his arms drop from your waist, but he kept his body pressed up against you. You could feel his dark yellow irises on you as his hot breath tickled your ear lightly. "What do you want me to tell you?"

      "Who... who are the Joestars? Where did you get that scar on your neck?" You asked him, trembling softly as you waited for a reply. You hoped not to upset him, for him to keep calm.

      Dio spun you around, gently pushing you to sit on the edge of his bed. "How can I trust you not to leave me? What if the truth casts your love away from me?" He asked, standing in front of you as he placed his palm on top of your head, carefully rubbing your head. "I'll never let you leave me."

      "I know that you are an evil guy, but I don't mind. I love you, and my feelings are true. Until the end, I am by your side," you told him. Though deep down you were a little uncertain but you pushed that feeling aside, casting it away.

      "I wouldn't call it evil, just misunderstood." He removed his hand, sitting next to you as he wrapped his strong arm around you. "I am about to tell you a very long story, buckle up."

                              🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸

        "Do you still love me?" Questioned Dio as he stared straight ahead, not making eye contact with you. He had told you everything from start to finish without leaving a single detail out.

      You were honestly both shocked and terrified, but you shook that feeling away. You loved him, and he loved you - he would protect you from all harm, and you should be thankful. Right? "Yes, I still love you. Thank you for telling me everything."

       "Now that all of this is over, I do believe that you are due for a punishment. You went behind my back, and worst of all, you spoke to Hol Horse. I'm upset," he spoke softly as he stood up. "But I don't know how I should punish you.. do you have any ideas?"

"I don't want to be punished, I was simply just curious and too afraid to personally ask you." You hardly asked Dio anything personal, always being much too terrified to ever ask him anything.

       He shrugged his massive bare shoulders, walking over to you as he wrapped his fingers around your neck, pressing his smooth lips against yours. As he pulled away, he smirked down at you. "I never thought that I- Dio would have such a soft spot for a mere human, but here you are, proving me wrong for the first time in my 122 years of existence."

You let a gentle blush appear on your cheeks as you looked into his cat-like gold eyes. His smirk shifted into a soft smile as he pulled away from you, reaching in his black pants pocket as he kept eye contact with you. He pulled out a shiny diamond ring, holding it up to you. "Y/N.. be my fiancé. When I defeat the Joestars, we will then marry, and on our wedding night, I will turn you into a vampire."

      "Okay," you whispered, tears filling your eyes as he slipped the ring delicately on your finger. This was.. it was so beautiful. The fact that he planned to turn you into a vampire the first night that you lay husband and wife slipped your mind as you stared at the ring with soft eyes, clearly touched that he proposed to you.

       This was a rare moment when you got to see the more softer side of Dio Brando, the side that he so desperately tried to hide as if he was ashamed of loving someone other than himself. "You are my fiancé now.. you don't have to call me master anymore. You can just call me any nickname you can think of."

      "Kitten," you quickly spoke, a smile appearing on your lips as you giggled lightly. You haven't laughed in so long.. you don't remember the last time that you actually laughed at something.

       Dio rolled his golden eyes, a chuckle escaping his lips. "Do I look like a kitten to you? If anything, you are the kitten," he spoke softly, wrapping his massive arms around you, pulling you into his freezing bare chest. "Just.. I'll ask you again in 24 hours. How about we drink some wine and celebrate our engagement a little? I can run us a hot bath." He combed his sharp nails gently through your soft hair, chin resting on that top of your head.

       "That sounds good," you softly replied back, burying your head in his cool chest as you wrapped your arms around him. "My love."

      "I like that.. you may call me that in private," he whispered in your ear, lifting you up and throwing you over his shoulder. "Let's get in that bath.. I can wash your hair for you."

     You blushed fiercely as a giggle yet again escaped your lips. "That sounds perfect." You loved him like this.. loved him when he wasn't so sadistic towards you. Was he changing into a different person right before you very eyes? You truly didn't know, but over time, you hoped to know the truth.. for now, you were just simply just going to enjoy this precious night, pushing every worry that you had to the side.

[dearmura]

new hair, who dis?

☆ cw. some swearing, (not beta read)

☆ pairings. idol! Ni-Ki × fem! reader

☆ synopsis. Jokingly replying to Ni-Ki's latest post, you expected to be left on sent for the rest of life. Instead, you get a reply back...you're joking right?

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

You sigh to yourself for the nth time that past hour, scrolling mindlessly in utter boredom. An image posted a few days ago catches your eye, one of Ni-Ki with his new blond hair. You scoff, could the company make it any more obvious they're having a comeback?

As much as you loved the new look, you couldn't deny your love for his previous Oreo hair. With a pout, you repost the picture, captioning to your few followers how much you hate hybe for changing his hair

As your eyes shift to the clock, you hiss, realizing how unproductive you're being

Peeling yourself away from your pillows, you shuffle your way into your kitchen, practically dragging yourself to your fridge with how lazy you're feeling

Grabbing a bottle of water, you bring it to your lips, about to take a sip when a buzz is heard from your phone

Not having any human interaction that day, you opted for checking the source, guessing somebody messaged you. Not to your surprise, it was nobody, but rather a notification indicating enhypen had made a new post

With enhypen's lack of content in-between promotional periods, you were thrilled to see an update. Shuffling back into your room, you lay back on your bed, clicking the post

You mentally squeal at the image of Ni-Ki posing for a selfie, double tapping your screen with so much enthusiasm one would've thought he'd come to life if you did so. In the midst of your fangirling, you came up with quite the stupidest, most delulu idea ever. To be fair, you had nothing to do, what else could a girl do to keep herself busy?

Opening up your dms, you search for Ni-ki's profile. You're hopeless, really

You scoff at yourself

Clicking on his profile, you conjure up quite the worst first message ever, failing at an attempt to be funny

Wait...have we met before? Cuz you look a lot like my future boyfriend

Before you back out of it out of pure cringe, you click send, immediately throwing your phone to the other side of your bed. You knew that idols don't even open their dms but the embarrassment lingered, nevertheless

After a few minutes of self-hatred, you open up your phone again, too bored to continue staring at the ceiling. Taking another sip of water, you hear a second buzz

You spray water all over your bed at the notification before your eyes. You slapped yourself to make sure you weren't seeing things, unfortunately, the sting on your skin confirmed your greatest fear that you were, in fact, not in a nightmare

I've got to admit, you've wooed me with that one

You scream into your pillow in pure embarrassment, avoiding the situation you got yourself into for a second

Your heart clenches once more when you hear another dreadful buzz

Leaving me on seen now? I thought you were interested, darling😞

You almost scoff at how dumb you looked right now. Nevertheless, you begin typing to not upset him further

If you're a hacker, this guy isn't even that famous, it's not worth it

You joke in hopes of lightening the mood, more for yourself though

Ouch

I come in peace

You giggle to yourself, still not processing your chat with THE nishimura riki

Sorry bub, if it makes you feel any better, I love your new hair, its almost as pretty as you

Almost

You don't know where all this confidence came from but all you know is that you're very obviously flirting with a literal idol. What have you done with your life...

Never thought I'd like being called pretty but here I am

He answered back wittily, making you scoff

Just as you're about to respond, your phone notifies you of a follow request...from him?

How about we make this our little secret, yea?

He texts almost immediately after the notification. Not entirely believing the current situation, you reply

Enough messing around

If you're gonna hack his account, just enjoy your followers and leave me alone

Rather than a text, you receive an image as a reply. A selfie. Of Ni-ki. One you know for a fact he's never posted on any socials

Yea? And what if I told you I wasn't a hacker, princess?

You almost cry, realizing your stupid pick up lines and attempts at jokes were actually received by the real Ni-Ki. Hesitantly, you accept the follow request

Yes, you were embarrassed, but who were you to pass up the opportunity?

Thanks babe😘

He texts back teasingly

Your story from earlier that day pops up with a reply underneath, knowing immediately you were screwed

Wait what happened to liking my hair, princess???

You really hurt my feelings:(((

Blushing in embarrassment for the nth time that day, you couldn't help but want to shrivel up into a ball and die already

Oh God

I'm so sorry

I didn't expect you to see that

I really like your hair

It looks really good on you

Fuck I'm sorry

You panic, tears coming to your eyes, hit with the realization you just offended your idol. Before you could beat yourself up further, you hear another buzz

No worries princess, I like my old hair better too:((

Though I am still a little hurt

Don't think I'll forgive you for that one love😞

Maybe if you take me out I can leave it behind us...

You practically cry at this point. Was he trying to flirt with you? And lowkey asking you out? Knowing you weren't in the right state of mind, you ignore your thoughts, opting for leaving this problem for future you

I uh need to go to bed

Good night, I hope I didn't bother you

You mentally curse at yourself for how stupid you sound

Oh love you could never bother me if you tried

I'll be expecting a reply on that offer next time;)

Sweet dreams angel

Next time? God you were about to throw up. You quickly like his message before throwing your phone, utterly flabbergasted at what just happened. You squeeze your eyes shut, praying what just happened was some weird dream

Fin

Author's note: Wrote this for a drabble request but clearly got too into it🥹🥹

[canirove]

Rice, Rice, baby | Chapter 12

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“Oh, Alex, hey” I say after bumping into him. “I wasn't expecting to see you at work today. Don't you have the other shift anymore?”

“I do, yeah. But they asked me if I could cover for you while you were sick, and now the whole schedule is a mess.”

Oh, yes. Because I've been sick with the most horrible cold known to human history mixed with the worst stomach bug ever. My mother constantly told me that I was just overreacting, but I felt so poorly I thought they would have to take me to the hospital and that that would be the end. That I would leave this world without trying the rice. Because that hasn't happened either.

When we moved from St. George's to Tottenham training centre, Declan didn't come with us. The doctors checked his hamstring again and decided it was best if he went back home to rest since he would not be fit enough to play the next game, which meant that we didn't see each other again.

Then while he was out for the next couple of games with Arsenal, and like happened last time he was injured, he basically ignored me. Kennedy told me that it probably was because he loves football so much that when he can't play, he doesn't feel like the best company and just wants to be on his own, that James had done it too. But that annoying voice inside my head kept telling me that I had done something and he was ignoring me on purpose. 

After that I got sick, was in bed for like two weeks, and now here we are. It's been a month since the last time I saw Declan, and the most we've done has been send each other a couple of texts asking how we are and if we've recovered.

“Then are we working together again?” I ask Alex.

“Until they fix things, it looks like it, yes” he sighs. Great. He still hates me.

“Liv, this just arrived for you” one of our coworkers says. 

“Oh, thank you” I say, taking the small bouquet of red roses she was carrying. 

“Sorry for being so mia, I will make it up to you. Are you free Saturday night? DR” Alex says. 

“What…” Oh, shit. He's reading the card that came with the flowers. “That's personal!” I say, snatching it from his hands. 

“It fell from the bouquet and when I picked it up I couldn't help but read it” he shrugs. 

“Yes, of course. You couldn't help it” I reply, rolling my eyes.

“Is DR who I think it is or are you dating Daniel Ricciardo now?” he chuckles.

“What?”

“Liv, are you still seeing Rice despite basically everyone telling you it is a mistake?”

“We are just friends, Alex.”

“Now friends send each other red roses?” he laughs.

“Whatever.”

“He's a football player, Liv. He is bound to break your heart.”

“You don't know him.”

“And you do? C'mon. The moment he meets another girl he finds hot he will move on and forget about you. Or the moment he manages to get between your legs. Has he done it already?” 

“Fuck you, Alex” I say, slapping his face as hard as I can and walking away, taking deep breaths to stop me from crying. Stupid twat.

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Are you free Saturday night? That's what Declan's note said. And what did I think it meant? That we were going out for dinner or something like that, that we were going to have that date. But he had other plans, because he was playing on Saturday night.

“I want you to come to my game against Newcastle” he says over facetime.

“I don't think that's a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“I don't support Arsenal.”

“But you do support me, don't you?”

“Yeah, I guess” I shrug.

“Then come watch me play, Liv. If I score I will dedicate you the goal, I promise.”

“And do what, a L with your fingers or something?” I laugh. 

“For example.”

And now here I am, at the Emirates, a stupid smile on my face while I clap with everyone else as the players thank the fans for their support. Because they've won, and they've done it thanks to Declan's goal.

The game was the worst. Newcastle spent the 90 minutes provoking the Arsenal players, the referee only showing them yellow cards when they were the ones getting fouled. And when it looked like it would be ending with no goals, that Arsenal would be dropping points and leaving Manchester City alone on the top, the ball got to Declan and he shot.

I'm pretty sure the whole stadium held their breaths (me included) as the ball left his foot, all eyes on it as it moved past all the Newcastle players, the goalkeeper not managing to stop it. And when it hit the back of the net, we all screamed at the same time. The fans, the players, Arteta and his team. Everyone. 

He had done it. Declan had scored and won the game. And did he remember about the celebration? He did. He searched for me in the stands and did a L over his chest. Over his heart. Cheesy? Very. But I loved it.

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“Ok, so you stay here and get changed, and I'll be back once everything is ready.”

“Aren't you going to tell me what have you planned?”

“Nope” Declan smiles, kissing my nose and leaving me alone in his garage.

After a little make out session in his car once the game was over to show him how proud of him I was, we made it to his house, where he had planned something special. Something that he wasn't telling me about, and that for some reason involved me wearing the same clothes I had worn during our last night in Paris, having to get change in his garage because I couldn't see just yet what was inside the house. 

“It'll be worth it, you'll see” he had told me. 

And it better be, because putting on a nice dress between cars that cost three or four times what mine does is, to say the least, an experience.

“Are you ready, Liv?” Declan says, slowly opening the door.

“Yep.”

“Great. Then let's go” he says, offering me his hand. “Paris is waiting for us.”

“Paris?” I ask with a confused look.

“Paris” he smiles as we step into the house. 

“Oh my God, Declan!” I gasp.

“Do you like it?” he says, hugging me from behind and resting his chin on my shoulder.

“I love it.” 

He had recreated Paris inside his house. He had printed photos from all the places we had visited during our trip and put them on the walls of the corridor that lead to the living room, including some of the ones we had taken together or of each other. But it didn't end there. Because inside the living room, he had recreated the restaurant where we had been that last night, candles and everything. He even had something like a live video of Paris at night playing on the tv to look as if those were our views.

“I wanted to make it up to you for that night. Give it a second go and make it as special as it was supposed to be.”

“Declan, this is… I… I don't know what to say.”

“Are you speechless?” he asks while moving to be in front of me, one of his hands caressing my cheek, the other on my waist, pulling me closer to him. 

“Totally” I somehow manage to reply. Because my heart is beating faster than ever, the butterflies on my stomach are throwing a party, and my knees are threatening to give up any moment now. 

“Good” he smiles before kissing me. 

That kiss was the first of many that night. Kisses that after the most perfect dinner, would lead us to his room. To our clothes scattered around the floor, to him making me feel things I didn't know were possible.

“Do you want to keep going?” Declan says, brushing his nose against mine. “This time I'm ready” he says, moving to open a small box sitting on his bedside table. 

“Oh my God, Declan. Who keeps his condoms in a Louis Vuitton box?” I laugh.

“I do” he smiles.

“What if one day someone comes in, opens it thinking it is a jewellery box, and sees that? Like, your mum, for example.”

“She'll probably be glad to know that I am taking precautions” he shrugs.

“You mean that you are taking precautions now.”

“Better late than never, Olivia” he grins.

“I seriously can't believe you chose to put them there” I laugh again. “It is so tacky.” 

“It may be tacky, but here you are, in my bed, completely naked, and waiting for me to make you moan my name. Again” he smirks. “Unless you want to stop, of course.”

“I mean, that box is giving me the ick but… No. I don't want to stop here. I want it all. I want you, Declan” I say, my eyes fixed on his as I say those last words. 

“I want you too, Liv” he says before kissing me.

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The sudden sway of Baby veering to the side of the road startled him awake. Dean jerks the wheel in time to avoid the ditch the rumble strips vibrating beneath Baby’s tires and making his teeth itch. 

He straightens on the road, patting Baby’s consol in apology.

Fuck, he’s tired. 

Exhausted. 

He’s long past the ability to stay awake about thirty miles ago. Every time he blinks his eyes droop becoming harder to keep open, but each time Baby veers it reminds him how close they are.

Dean thinks about waking Sam to swap, but one look at his little brother changed his mind. Dean looks at the man, he frowns, seeing Sam curled to rest against the window. His body sags into the seat with his face sticking to the glass. The left side of Sam’s face is all torn up thanks to a date he had with some gravel. The right side ain’t any better with an eye swollen shut and a bruise that’s gonna hurt like hell.

He almost feels the headache he’s gonna have tomorrow. 

Sam’s asleep beside him, forehead rubbed raw, lips pressed into a frown. The black eye loks worse each time he peeks.

He almost asks him to wake up.

Forty minutes has never felt so long. He doesn’t dare turn the music on, despite it helping keep him awake. He’d rather not wake up Sam until they’re home. 

He doesn't.

Sammy needs the rest and they’re only forty minutes away from the bunker. 

Twenty minutes. 

His bed will feel amazing. 

He’d put his throbbing feet up, rest his aching elbow, and refuse to move until Cas agrees to rub his shoulders and never wake him up again.

Fuck, missing Cas was the worst part. 

“Someone must stay with Jack.” He was right.

Coming home to a three-year-old, tow-headed little boy sitting on Cas’s hip in the kitchen leaves him gobsmacked. 

They are dads now. Actual dads. 

Things needed to change

Jack was a real child now. 

He’s still powered up, the little nugget; making the Winchesters the new and approved Three Men and a baby running 24/7. 

They didn’t hunt as often, passing any cases off to the younger guys. When they’re asked to help, they spun ideas until deciding someone must stay with Jack. They started switching off after that. 

Dean knew raising a kid was exhausting. 

He was a damn kid himself trying to raise Sammy with nothing to help.

Jack is different, but not so much. He’ll always be the sweet guy with a bright smile and an awkward hand wave, but that doesn’t stop him from being a graced-up nuisance. Once the kid realized he knew how to open doors, they had to baby-proof everything they could.

Do you know how hard it is to baby-proof a hunter organization bunker?

Thinking of baby-proofing the bunker seemed to wake him up some

 It brings forth the image of Jack running into the living room with a small lion club. That had been a damn shock. Jack proclaimed, loud and proud, that he’d turned his stuffie into an actual cat. 

That took Sam’s life several decades, giving Cas gray hair.

Dean thought it was funny. 

A week later, he did it again only with his bee stuffie, and ran around with it as it tried to get a taste of Dean. 

Dean didn’t think it was funny.

Sam and Cas did.

They learned early on the best thing to do was distract him and get the kid focusing on something else, like a trip to the water park or a promise to get another snake. It’s easier to calm him down when he changes his new friend back.

The control Jack has over his powers is another shocker. The kid was three years old and could teleport them to his favorite park as easily as he could tear a hole in the wall when he forgot Cas was now human. 

Thankfully, healing powers are a part of the package, too. 

Potty trainone Nephilim to get a free pool in the basement.

When he pulled into the garage, he felt his body sigh in relief. 

He’s so close. 

Waking Sam up takes a while. It took three tries before his brother cracked his eyes open, groaning when he saw the light of the garage. 

Dean feels bad for the poor guy. He had to drug him to the gills to get him into the car. 

He helps open his door, ignoring the pain in his arm and the pang when he bends his knee. He gets Sam to his feet and catches him — barely.  

“Come on, little brother.” He yawns. jaw cracking. “Let’s get you to bed.” Shuffling Sam up the stairs through the doorway isn’t as easy as it used to be. He used to lean Sam close to him, keeping him propped and safe like the best big brother he is.

Now he’s a lumbering giant who doesn’t know how to operate his feet.

Sam drops from his hands the moment his shins hit the bed. A loud groan followed by whimpers and Dean sighs. 

“Alright buddy.” Dean slips his boots off, removing his socks, then struggles to get the sasquatches jacket off. 

Sam doesn’t flinch or give any sign he's aware of his brother tucking him in — well — getting a pillow over his head and laying a sheet over him. Dean knows the nightmare that’s Sam’s night sweats and didn’t want to listen to him complain about laundry. 

He makes a mental note to check on him through the night. 

He bypasses the kitchen and keeps walking until he hears low voices. His door is open, a crack wide enough to let the television light streak the floor. 

He follows the thin line, shrugging his jacket off and unbuttoning his shirt. 

Something squishes between his fingers.

He jumps, shaking his hand erratically until whatever it has gone the fuck away. 

His door opens, painting the hallway with blue and yellow light. 

Cas steps around the door, raising a brow at Dean. 

“Hey.” He whispers.

Cas closes the door behind him. “You’re home.” 

“Yeah.” He spreads his arms out, shaking them and flinching at the dull ache in his muscles.

Cas rolls his eyes, stepping in the circle of his arms and nosing his chin. His hair tickles Dean’s nose, more salty than dark. The shampoo he uses smells like apricots; at night he tucks closer to Cas and breathes it in. 

“You need a shower.” 

“Yep,” Dean knocks his head back, “I know. I’m dead, though, man. I think Sammy’s got a concussion, and my elbow is not in the right place.”

“Well,” Cas hums, “Where’d you leave it?” 

He grins, squeezing his angel closer.

Kissing Cas is the greatest thing he’s ever done. 

The day he tugged the man towards his chest, twisting his stupid trench coat in his hands.

When Dean Winchester said fuck it to Chuck, Lucifer, Death, and anything and everything that has ever taken the angel away from him. 

That day, Dean Winchester, saw the light.

He’d spent over a decade staring into vibrant blue eyes, feeling his heart burn in his chest. Too long he pushed and pushed Cas away, kept himself from touching the angel and it was over. 

Nothing could top kissing Cas

Well, Cas kissing him back for sure does. 

“Come on.” The man pulls back. “Let’s get you undressed and cleaned off.”

“I’m down for the undressing.” He winks. 

Cas rolls his eyes. The door opens, peeking his head in. Dean waits until he gets a nod and then follows his boyfriend into their room. 

Jack is on the bed.

Jack is taking up the bed. 

How a five-year-old Nephilim can take up a whole queen-sized bed, Dean will never know. 

“He slept in his big kid bed for nap time, but he wanted to wait for you.” 

“Look how that turned out.” 

Even asleep, the kid looks like Cas. His brow furrowed, mouth pressed into a line. The arm thing he gets from Sam, he’s the only other creature he knows that sleeps with his arms straight out. 

Full spread eagle. 

“Guy knows how to sleep, I’ll give him that.” He toes his boots off, groaning when the pressure releases.

Cas lifts Jack off the bed, resting him over his shoulder. “I’m going to put him in his room. You get undressed, and I’ll help you shower.” His eyes trail down his body and back up, holding his own.

That’s a look. 

Then he’s out the door, Jack’s face pressed onto his shoulder, mouth open with drool dangling from his mouth.

Dean groans when he undoes his pants, letting them drop to the floor. The only thing left on him was worn-out briefs. He’s not even sure these are his briefs, not completely sure these are Cas’s either.

Doing laundry is hell around here.

He looks up at the bed, hoping to see the remote. He saw Jack’s blanket and sippee cup instead.

The little Avengers one Eileen got him for Christmas. 

(That had been an argument he thought he’d won. Who gets him Marvel shit? Batman, dude, Batman.)

It’s scratched from several encounters with walls, floors, and people standing in its way. 

Literally. 

Jack will cry for it and the damn thing will come flying out of nowhere. 

“Ah yes,” Cas takes the blanket after straightening, “wouldn’t want him to wake up without his protective blanket.”

Knocked Dean off his ass once and had him running after with a gun.

Cas is crouched down, leaning in to look into Jack’s play tent. Dean ain’t gonna lie, looking at his angel’s ass? That’s an old habit that will never die.

“Heaven forbid.” 

Cas drapes the blanket over their son, smoothing out the wild hair near his ear, and bends to kiss him. He stays down there for a moment or two, whispering over Jack, a protection spell he uses every night. 

Dean doesn’t understand the words but when Cas speaks them, brushing his finger over Jack’s nose, it makes him think of the last time he saw Jack, and his heart aches. The kid deserves more than they can give him, but damn if he, Sam and Cas are gonna do their fucking best. 

“Come on,” Cas moves past Dean, “Let’s get you cleaned up.” 

He follows, feeling his legs drag, eyes growing heavy. Between one blink and the next, he's beside the bed. Cas, helping him strip out of his clothes. His shirt is a bloody mess, mud caked into the stains, and there’s a long tear where he missed a knife to the gut just so. Cas shakes his head at him and helps Dean shed the shirt. 

His fingers follow the path of blood trails, over bruises on his chest and a gash on his side. For how tired he is he didn’t get it as bad as Sam. 

Cas hums “You’re not as hurt as I expected. Tired?” 

“Should go check on, Sammy. He’s been to the butcher and back.”

“Exhausted.” Another hum. Then he’s kneeling to help Dean kick off his jeans. His boots are heavy when Cas lifts his foot. He drops on the bed, sinking into his beloved memory foam. It’s conforming to him, drawing him in, and he has enough forethought to lift his hips before sinking deeper. 

“You know,” He yawned, “I might take that shower tomorrow. We’ll change the sheets.” His body is heavy, weighing down to the bed, the blanket soft under his hand, and he knows if he curls up with his pillow he’ll be out in seconds. 

Cas doesn’t respond, but he helps scoot Dean further up the bed. He moves him carefully enough not to disrupt his injuries.

Dean blinks, slow and long.

Cas is gone for a moment, seeding panic into his chest until he feels his hands trail over his chest, dragging a cold cloth.

“You sleep,” He said faintly. “I’ll clean you up, then I will check on Sam.” 

All Dean heard was sleep. 

He tries to mumble somewhere along the lines of I love you, but he’s not sure what came out.

_

Castiel checks on Sam after cleaning Dean up and discarding his underwear.

He makes sure that Dean is comfortable and sleeping before he ventures to the younger Winchesters’ room. The light is still on, giving Castiel a clear view of the oversized man sprawled out. 

Spread Eagle. 

Just like their son.

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Fic idea - natasha always stifles because thats what she was conditioned to do in the red room. Wanda or R is always trying to get to her stop but maybe one day she gets sick and is too tired to stifle anymore. I love ur writing btw ❤️

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〚 Pairing - Natasha Romanoff x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - Nat's got some bad habits. You help her to break one. 〛

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Natasha had some bad habits. Leaving her clothes on the floor, using up the last of your shampoo and biting her nails were just a few. The worst one in your mind however was when she stifled her sneezes. 

The first time Nat had sneezed, you almost completely missed it. The two of you were spooning in bed one lazy morning when she suddenly tensed up and her head bobbed forward a little. Daresay if you’d had been a little bit more sleep you would’ve missed the whole thing altogether. But when she repeated the action again only a minute later you couldn’t stop yourself from asking about it. 

“Natty?” 

“Hmm?” She responded groggily. 

“Are you okay?” You asked casually, slipping your hard round her waist and pressing your forehead into the back of her neck. 

She was still half-asleep herself and she yawned widely as she turned over to face you, “Yeah, I’m fine, why?” 

“Well, you just went like all tight?” You explained, what you had saw to the best of your abilities, looking curiously into those big emerald eyes of hers, “Y’know? When you bopped your head down?” 

“Sorry I was sneezing,” Natasha let out a sheepish laugh, “I do that sometimes, y’know being a human being and all.” 

You smiled at her response and snuggled closer to her, thinking it was just a harmless quirk. But as time went on, you noticed that she would always stifle her sneezes, even in public or around friends. It seemed like a small thing, but it bothered you for some reason. All that pressure couldn’t be good for her. But no matter how much you mentioned it to her, she couldn’t seem to break the habit. 

That was until she got sick. You had both been on a mission in a particularly cold and damp environment and despite your best efforts, Natasha had come down with a nasty cold. 

That evening, you were sitting on the couch together watching a movie when you heard a stifled sneeze from her. You turned to her with a worried look, "Natty, you should really let it out. It's not good for you to hold it in like that." 

Natasha looked up at you with tired eyes and shook her head, "I'm fine, it's just a habit and I wouldn’t want to be gross, I’m already a walking germ factory.” She said, motioning to herself with her hand. 

You couldn't help but feel frustrated at her response. "Natasha, you're sick. I wouldn’t care if even you accidently sneezed all over me, I just want you to take care of yourself." 

She sighed and looked away, "I'm sorry, I just don't like people seeing me vulnerable, I guess. Plus, I think I’m just used to be being in the background and not drawing attention to myself." 

You could understand that feeling, but you knew that she needed to take care of herself properly if she wanted to get better. You took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, "I know it's hard, but I'm here for you. You don't have to hide anything from me." 

It was later that night when your advice had seemingly broken through. You were knelt by the edge of the bath, carefully washing her hair as the redhead soaked herself in the warm, comforting water of the bath when she suddenly pulled away, turning her head away as she finally let out 3 unstifled sneezes. 

"H-hiisshhoo! Hh’iiishiew! Hh-Hh’iiishoo!” 

You smiled at her, proud of her for finally allowing herself to let go. "Bless you sweetie. See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" You said, kissing the top of her head. 

Natasha chuckled weakly, "No, I guess it wasn't." 

From then on, she didn't try to stifle her sneezes anymore. She would let them out without any hesitation, and you could tell it was a relief for her. It was a small victory, but it was a start towards breaking down the walls she had put up around herself. 

As Natasha's cold began to clear up, you noticed something else that was different about her. She seemed more open and vulnerable, willing to show you more of her true self. You didn't know if it was the sickness or if your talk had made a difference, but you were grateful nonetheless. 

You wrapped your arms around her as she sat on the edge of the bed, wiping the last of the cold sweat from her forehead. "You know, I kinda like seeing you vulnerable," you said, smiling down at her. 

Natasha smiled back, her eyes crinkling at the corners, "Yeah? Why's that?" 

"Because it means you trust me enough to let your guard down," you replied, leaning down to kiss her softly. 

Natasha leaned into the kiss, her hand coming up to cup your cheek, "I do trust you," she said softly. "More than anyone else." 

You pulled back to look at her, a warm feeling spreading in your chest. "I trust you too, Natty," you said, before leaning in to kiss her again. 

"Thank you," she said, giving you a grateful smile when you pulled back from her lips. 

"You don't have to thank me," you replied, "I'll always be here for you." 

Natasha leaned in and kissed you gently, "I know," she whispered, "And I'll always be grateful for that." 

And as for her bad habit of stifling her sneezes, well, that was a thing of the past. She had finally learned to let it all out, even if it meant being a little gross or vulnerable. And you loved her all the more for it. 

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Savanaclaw: When You're Sick

Y’all I have such a soft spot for Ruggie now after writing that fic for him. Seriously he’s one of my little meow meows. I will protect him at all costs.

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Savanaclaw: When You’re Sick

The worst thing to ever happen to you while attending Night Raven College had to be, hands down, getting sick. You were alone in the dorm with only ghosts and Grim to keep you company, and as much as you loved them, they couldn’t take care of you when you became sick. This meant you had to make do and hope that everything was alright. Normally if you were under the weather, you’d just suck it up and go to class so as to not worry anyone. This time however, that wasn’t an option.

You woke up with every muscle in your body feeling sore and aching with even the slightest movement. Your stomach churned something fearsome and you had a runny nose and cough to boot. You had no idea what illness you had fallen to. Having so many symptoms…you could only assume it was the flu or something akin to that.

Still, there was no way you were making it to class like this. So begrudgingly you told Grim you weren’t feeling good and needed to rest, and to go to class and get your homework so you could do it later. The demon cat was grumpy about not having his henchman, but eventually gave in, leaving you alone to rest in your room and hope that whatever you had would go away.

Leona Kingscholar

He’s one of the biggest liars when it comes to saying he doesn’t care that you’re sick. Ruggie will probably be the one to bring it up after Leona notes that you weren’t around and bugging him like always. Ruggie is going to be smug while saying he heard you had a horrible cold and couldn’t make it out of bed, and how you were all alone since Grim didn’t know how to take care of humans. He’s going to just brush it off and pretend like it doesn’t matter as it’s “Not my problem.”, but Ruggie can see the annoyed tail twitch of his as he stews in emotions.

Leona, as most would assume, sucks at taking care of others. He is a spoiled prince through and through, as he was always being pampered when he was sick. He at least knows the basics though, so he isn’t dreadful. Just don’t expect him to be very capable. He’ll probably be getting the school nurse to do most of the work to make sure you’re okay. After all, it’s better than him trying to do so and making your situation even worse.

When he’s taking care of you, he only does the basics. Make sure you've eaten and have your meds. Anything else and he’s getting the school nurse to do it so you’re properly cared for. Still, the grumpy lion will lay down next to you, even if you protest about him getting sick if he’s too close. He’ll just say it’s quieter here since nobody is going to disturb you while sick, so he’s taking advantage of the opportunity. Thankfully you do need a lot of rest though, so you two will be asleep for most of it until you’re finally better and on the mend.

Once you’re all better, he’s expecting a “thank you” since he helped make sure you were better. He won’t do this for just anyone, so you should feel grateful. Of course he is relieved that you’re feeling well again, but he’s going to make sure you’re well aware that he won’t be doing this again. So you better not be getting sick anytime soon or else you’ll be on your own. Another lie he tells, since everyone at the school knows damn well that Leona would help you again the moment you have a slight cough.

Ruggie Bucchi

Ruggie is just going to assume that Grim is, once again, being dramatic. He has more important things to do than taking care of someone for free. Still, he can’t stop the small nagging feeling in the back of his mind that maybe Grim wasn’t being dramatic about the situation. It’s going to distract him and he will mess up things he normally wouldn’t, and Leona is eventually going to get annoyed and tell him to just go check on you so he can stop being so scatterbrained and do his job well again.

Good news is Ruggie is pretty proficient in taking care of other people. Growing up how he did, it was a skill that was needed to survive. Of course normally when he was sick he dealt with it himself, but when someone he cares for is sick he goes full nurse mode. The moment he sees just how bad you are, he’s going to go from 0 to 100 real fast. He might even tell you that you’re an idiot for not contacting him earlier when you were this sick, even though you explained you could barely get up, let alone message him. 

He already knows what to do with making sure you’re better, and the good news is the school nurse gives medicine for free. Perks of going to an esteemed college…and Ruggie may or may not have taken extra medication “just in case”. Still, he’s going to be by your side the entire time, taking care of you and doing anything you ask. If you need help standing, say no more. He’s picking you up already so you don’t have to worry about walking. He’s an excellent nurse, but he will note that you owe him later.

Once you’re finally feeling well, Ruggie is going to be reminding you that you owe him. If you previously took care of him in the past while he was sick though, then he’ll say you guys are even. He might comment that next time he has to be your nurse, he’s expecting payment. Just tell him thank you and ruffle his hair and he’ll be quiet real fast, leaning into your touch and accepting the praise. Sometimes you wondered if he was secretly a puppy beastman.

Jack Howl

Jack is already on high alert when you don’t show up to school with Grim; you always show up to class with Grim. Even when you were feeling under the weather you’d drag yourself to classes; and he always knew when you were sick since people always smelled a bit sour, so not coming in because you were sick was worrisome. After hearing from Grim that you couldn’t even get out of bed this morning, the feeling only amplifies. He excuses himself from class and rushes over to your dorm, feeling dread in the pit of his stomach.

Jack is pretty neutral with taking care of someone when sick. He’s not amazing, but he’s not bad either. He knows what needs to be done for the most part, and he’s not afraid to grab the school nurse to check in on you as well. After finding out the best care treatment for you, he’s going to be following it. He’s also not leaving your bedside until you’re better as he doesn’t trust you not to get up while sick to try and do school work…which granted was something he should be worried about because magical homework was actually kind of fun.

Again, he’s not leaving your side, and he’s not letting you lift a finger while you’re sick. If you need something, you best tell him so he can grab it for you. He doesn't want you over exerting yourself since it’ll take longer to feel better. He also does a good job being a guard dog and making sure nobody disturbs you while you’re trying to get better. Running off Grim and Adeuce is now part of his job, not wanting them to accidentally rile you up and send you into a coughing fit.

He’s going to be more relieved then you are to be better. He has dark circles under his eyes from not resting properly as he keeps an eye on you. You’re going to have to drag him to the spare room at the dorm to make sure he rests now. Even while half asleep, he’s going to be trying to make sure you’re really better and not just saying you are so he’ll go to bed. Assure him and he’ll pass out the moment his head hits the pillow. Wake him up in a couple hours with something home cooked and he’ll let you know you don’t owe him anything for helping him out.