#did hell freeze over when i wasn't paying attention

[hoshigray]

I WANT TOJI TO GUIDE ME (like literally almost teach me) HOW TO GIVE HIM HEAD PLZZZZ

Ohhhh, I don't know how tf I'm gonna write this, but here we go!! Hope I did alright on this one hehehe~ *sweats nervously*

Cw: Toji x fem!reader - oral (m! receiving) - it starts off cute but gets dirty, so minors DNI - reader admiring Toji's dick lol - face+throat-fucking (Toji goes at a reasonable pace) - pet names (angel, baby, cutie, sweetie, mama) - heavily detailed descriptions of a blowjob - praise - Toji laughing at you asking him to help bc what are boyfriends for, but you get a laugh out of it too - some humor. Wc: 2.8k

"You okay, kid?"

"Hmm?"

"You look lost in thought about somethin'."

"I do?" He lifts a brow and nods at you. "Oh, it's nothing, Toji, honest." The man looks at you for a few seconds as if he doesn't believe your answer, yet he goes back to watching the television, and the big hand on your shoulder brings you closer to him.

It's a lazy Sunday afternoon, and you and Toji are watching your favorite sitcom on the couch in your living room. But the show wasn't capturing your attention like it usually does. Instead, your mind wandered to other matters. Other...explicit matters.

How explicit? The two of you have been together for a long while now, and you can honestly say things have been going great. For him to be your first serious relationship — plus him being older and more mature than you — it's nice to know that things have been going way smoother than you'd thought in the beginning.

Although things may seem fine, something has been clouding your head recently. This is where explicit matters come into the conversation.

Through all this time together, it just occurred to you that you haven't given Toji head. Scratch that: you've NEVER given a blowjob, period.

It's always been the other way around. Not that you're complaining, because your boyfriend seems to enjoy eating you out. And he's actually good at it! Like, really good at it. Just reminiscing all the moments he's had you turn into jelly with just his scarred lips and relentless tongue is enough to make you go dizzy.

It's a pleasure how attentive he is to you during sex. And you appreciate that he cares for you in that regard...yet you can't help but feel like you're not a good partner in bed with your lack of reciprocity.

And it's not like you don't want to give him head. Because trust, you would've done so already! The real problem is that...you don't know how.

You've watched videos and read articles on how to do it, even practicing on a banana (per your friend's advice). Nevertheless, whenever you wish to initiate; or the opportunity arises, you just freeze on the spot and force yourself to forget about it. It's as if researching and amping yourself up is way easier than the execution.

Though, you can't just let your man be the only person doing the work — sex is supposed to be enjoyable for both parties, damn it! And you're gonna push yourself to have his dick in your mouth one way or the fucking other! But......where the hell do I start!!??

You release a defeated sigh, bringing your hand up to massage your forehead from the endless banter in your brain. And Toji watches you from his peripheral, his brows drawing downward at your display of frustration. "Alright," his gruff voice snaps you back to him as he lowers the TV volume. "What's goin' on in your lil' head, baby?"

You blink at his question. "Hmm? What do you—"

"Aht aht, don't do that with me." His jade eyes harden, and you hold back from finishing whatever you were going to say. "Somethin's wrong, so tell me. I'm over here watchin' this stupid show that you dragged me on to, and you're not even paying attention."

"Hey! It is not stupid," you counterargue, and use his comment to dissuade him from the topic. "You were very invested last week when my favorite character punched the guy she likes for stabbing her in the back! So who are you to—"

"Y/n." It didn't work. Your name was thrown at you with such seriousness that there was no use in trying to distract him. "Tell me what's goin' on. If somethin' is bothering you, don't be scared to come to me about it." He says it sternly, yet he's still gentle with his delivery.

"Toji..." You can only call him by name before he leans forward to kiss your forehead, and it almost melts all your worries away.

"Tell me."

The two of you look at each other for mere seconds, you searching for any sign of uncertainty before confessing your thoughts to him. You sigh once more and lean onto Toji, his hand rubbing on your shoulder — a silent gesture of him giving you all the time you need before confiding with him.

You told him, "Don't laugh, okay?"

He scoffs. "Can't make promises I can't keep, kid." His smile manifests when you shake your head at his shenanigans. "I won't laugh, angel."

When he uses the pet name on you, it seals the deal. It's now or never.

"I was just thinking that...I might need your help with something."

A brow is lifted. "With what?"

"Umm, it's..." Your fingers find each other to fiddle with to keep you busy from the awkward tension. "It's for......y-you know—"

"I don't know."

"I-ahem-I want," you can only gulp to ease the uncomfortable bob in your throat. ".........Iwannagiveyouablowjob."

No words. No movements. Nothing. Only the noise from the TV gives a sense of life to the silence following your confession. Even the big hand on your shoulder chose to remain completely still. And you can feel the slight quiver of your lips start to come to fruition.

Nothing happens until you feel a jolt on the shoulder you're resting on. Your face blooms hot, and your lips can't fight the uncomfortable twinge. Oh, this motherfucker is about to laugh.

"Is...Is that—ahem," A tiny gust of wind exits through his nostrils, trying to extinguish the beginning of a chortle. "Is that what was botherin' you this entire time?"

Now your ears get hot, and all you can think about is how you'll dig a nice big hole for yourself to crawl in later. God, why me??!

"W-Well, I mean, I notice how you're always doing it on me," another jolt from the older man. "And...I just feel like I'm not doing my part." He lifts his hand from your shoulder and rests it on his face. Fits of chuckles silently enter the air. "But I don't know how to....do that kinda stuff. So, I was just wondering—" He starts smacking his thigh, and with the twitch of your eyebrow, you've had enough. "Toji, I swear to Christ, if you don't fucking stop—"

And with that, the floodgates opened. The laughs he was doing a terrible job suppressing wheezed out, his hand covering his eyes while the shit-eating grin was present with laughter seeping out his system. You cover your face with your hands, shielding away from the embarrassment and not letting him hear giggles of your own.

"Oh shit, c'mere ya damn cutie." Toji pulls you in with both arms, caging you so he can place a kiss on your temple. "Pfft, kid, I'm not laughing at you. But goddamn, you looked so fuckin' stressed fr' no reason."

"But it is a reason!" You chuckle under your hands, only prompting your boyfriend to laugh harder. Once he calms down, you explain yourself further. "Toji, I'm serious. We've been together for this long, and it's always been me getting eaten out. I just think it's unfair that I get to feel good and you don't, ya know?"

He snickers. "I'm always feelin' good when I fuck the shit out of you."

"You KNOW that's not the same thing!!" Toji barks a laugh from you yelling at him, and you can't take this anymore. Removing yourself from him, you get up from the couch before you sink further into the internal pool of regret. "Just forget it. This conversation never happened...I'll just go to sleep." And hopefully, die of suffocation from my pillow.

However, before you could step toward your bedroom, Toji quickly caught your wrist. You reluctantly turn to see him looking at you with a playful smirk and soft hooded emerald eyes. "Not so fast there, sweetie." His hand slides down to fully grasp your hand, engulfing it with his size. "Ya know, you're a real cutie when worryin' about me. But don't go thinking you're not making me feel good, because you do with what you got. I woulda found someone else if you didn't." You briefly glare at him, though you know he has a point.

"Yeah, I know. But I want to do more. You always take good care of me, so...I wanna do the same for you." And Toji knows you're serious about this. It doesn't matter if you can't look directly at him because of your bashfulness; your words are sincere. God, you looked so cute it drove him crazy.

He sighs quietly with a smirk, his thumb making circles on the back of your palm. "Well, if you're really sure about putting y'r mouth on my dick," and before you could fully process his words, the older man spreads his legs for your eyes to observe. And the first thing that corrupts your vision is the outline of his erect cock, the tent prominent through his dark sweatpants. "Looks like ya got yourself a lesson. Up for it?"

You gawk at his erection for three extra seconds before you look at your boyfriend and give him a nod for confirmation. Seems like your plans of suffocation and dying in a hole have been postponed to another day.

Toji grins hard, his teeth peeking through under his scar, and then he points to the floor with his chin. As instructed, you kneel between his legs.

He pulls down the waistband of his sweatpants, freeing his cock from the clothed prison for you. And you're in awe with the sight before you. Of course, you've known his girth to be immense. You've had the damn thing inside you, for God's sake. But now, seeing his length so close, it's hard to believe you had him before. You can take note of every dent and vein of his shaft, how they structure all the way down to the base, and the pinkish-red color of the tip. It all overwhelms you and makes you second-guess what you're about to do...and the throbbing sensation down south flourishes.

"Like what ya see down there, angel?" The heat on your face worsens when you glance up and see Toji sneering down at you, and a hand comes down to massage your cheeks. "Try lickin' it first."

You gulp before following his suggestion, opening your mouth for your tongue to flick on the frenulum of his cock. You can hear him moan from the action, so you proceed and lap around the head of his cock until you feel adventurous enough to take his glans in your mouth. Toji groans from the wet walls of your mouth, and your teeth brushing against his glans makes his body jerk. "Hmmm, be careful with y'r teeth, baby. Relax that jaw and puff those cheeks a bit fr' me."

His comments are taken wholeheartedly, making sure everything goes right for him. Your cheeks go hollow for you to suck his cockhead and take in a few more of his length, his hums of pleasure egging you on. It goes well until the tip hits your uvula, resulting in your gag reflex. And Toji is quick to gently pull you from him, your saliva coating his dick.

"Woah there, sweetie. Don't forget to breathe." He coaxes while you cough. Your eyes start to water as you gasp for air to even your breathing. "We can stop now, don't want you chokin' on— Aisssh!!."

He's unable to finish his sentence when your hand strokes his cock, paired with kisses to the underside of his shaft. "No, I can keep going." You look at him with half-lidded eyes, having the man twinge his lips upward.

"Alright, then we're gonna go slow, okay? No rush." He aligns his cock to your lips, waiting for re-entry. "I'll push, and you breathe."

You give him a nod to signal you're ready, and your mouth agape to take in his returning limb. Toji brings your head in while you remind yourself to breathe, but your body jolts when you feel the tip come almost close to your uvula again. "Relax, mama, relax. Keep taking deep breaths fr' me." He coos at you, and you do as he says. Breathe in, breathe out. Once you slowly move, Toji aids you by gently pushing the back of your head toward him. And a wave of astonishment and relief hits you when you manage to have his dick hit the back of your throat.

"There ya go, cutie." He smirks at you, aware of your tiny display of giddiness. "Now, try goin' at your own pace."

With a few bobs up and down, slowly but surely, you get used to having Toji's cock in your oral cavity, going at your own tempo and enjoying yourself with this. Your movements are filled with confidence, and you whimper every time you try to go as far as you can but not too crazy.

And Toji loves every second of it. Your moans vibrate the walls around his cock, and it turns him on even more when he peers down to see you suck on him so deliciously. Spit covers your lips the more you take him in your mouth, and he groans when he feels your hands stroking him and kneading his balls (something you've learned to do from the articles you've read). "So good...Hmmph! So fucking good..." It's been a long time since Toji's been given a blowjob, and it feels so good to have you — his sweet thing — do it for him.

But then a thought pops into his mind, and the pleasure in his body churns into a different path of want and need. "Sweetie." Your eyes flutter up at him when he calls you, stopping midway through. "Wanna go a lil' further than this?" It takes a moment for you to register, but you give a curt nod with a hum on his dick, which he can only assume is a "yes."

"I'm gonna stand up, okay? So keep taking deep breaths and follow my lead." You don't answer, only gaze at him as you mentally prepare yourself. Toji rests a hand at the rear of your head as he gets up from the couch, keeping you still on his cock in hopes you don't choke. Now he's standing upright, and his sweatpants slide down to his sturdy thighs. He places both his hands on each side of your head. "I'm gonna start moving slowly, 'kay baby?"

And so he does, unhurriedly pushing his shaft into you, and your hands find purchase on his thighs as he does so. His dick that once stopped at the back of your throat eventually finds its way deeper within, and you're senses are clouded with his smell when your nose and mouth meet his pelvis. It all feels so overwhelming that tears start to form.

Toji lets you adjust to all of him for a while, grinding his hips on your lips to fully accommodate his whole girth, prompting more muffled mewls from you. He ruts his hips at your face when he notes your steady breathing. Gradually, every inch of his cock sinks into your mouth. Your head starts to pound as you enter a haze.

The pace of his thrusts eventually goes faster and faster by the minute, and the tears finally come down with every jab to your throat. Saliva runs down your chin with the smack of his balls, the head bullying your insides with the erratic rhythm. Your nails form scratch marks on his thighs from all the stimulation you're going through, but you'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn't feel so fucking good. Having your boyfriend's pelvis smack on your face on par with the sounds of you sucking him off felt like fire to your eardrums. So hot but so electrifying the more you indulge yourself.

As for the older man fucking the hell out of your face? Oh, how he missed this. It's been so long since he stuck his dick on such a pretty mouth. And your throat's tight, velvety walls have him rutting for more. He knew this would make his thirst return, and now he was sure an addiction would form from this. But right now, he can feel the surge of his orgasm arise, and his brows crease with a guttural groan as he thrusts into your face with harsh motions.

"Shit, ahhhhh shit, shit," It's so close, almost there. "Gonna cum, mama, gonna—Mmmm! Haaah, oh fuck, oh fuckin' Christ!" Through his moans of pleasure, Toji releases his load down your throat. And you're in no other position than to just take it, whimpering blissfully onto his length as he gives you a few more ruts to your face.

When he's done experiencing his ecstatic high, the older man withdraws himself from you. Your throat and mouth become empty except for his essence that you swallow. Strands of spit and come connect your wet face to him for a crude yet intimate moment before they break out.

He pulls up his sweatpants and drops down to wipe your pretty face with his hand. "So? Was I a good teacher?"

[xxaraaq]

𝙄𝙢 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚

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Synopsis | Bakugou hates people touching him. But after certain events take place, he waste no time in reaching for your embrace.

Word count | 4.2 k

cw | character death, angst

Bakugou x Black!reader

A/N | I feel like I did a pretty good job with this. I hope you enjoy!

You didn't know what to say. Staring at him as he lays on your chest like a son would lay on his mother. You were shocked. Even throughout your near year and a half month relationship, he has never initiated touch like this. During a night full of deep conversations and wine, he had revealed to you that the idea of someone touching him further than a pat on the back or high five made him writhe in his skin. You respected it through and through, but for some reason, you couldn’t shake the feeling of sadness that sat in the back of your mind.

It struck something in your heart to see him making an effort to show affection towards you, to show you that he really cared in a way he wasn't suited to. You loved seeing how he would slowly reach his arms around you to reciprocate a hug. He knew physical touch meant the world to you. He didn’t understand why, but he told himself that he didn’t need to, that he only needed to try his best to make you feel appreciated in the way he knew you would see. 

It was an unsuspecting, rainy day when he entered your shared apartment. You were immersed in a book for an assignment due in the coming days, blasting music through your headphones.

You weren’t paying attention to your surroundings, and he didn’t blame you for it. He couldn’t, for he knew you wholeheartedly felt it unnecessary to be ‘constantly on guard’. You told him that it wasn’t good for the soul to be in a frequent state of paranoia. He knew you only told him this to avoid a lecture when he scared you as you were walking down the hallway leading to the laundry room shared by everyone in the apartment complex. 

He tapped you gently on the shoulder, effectively and unsurprisingly making you jump. “What the hell!” You squealed, putting a hand to your chest. He doesn’t tell you off like he usually does, instead just looking at you with glossed over eyes and drooping shoulders. “Babe, what's wrong?” You questioned, taking your airpods out and putting them in their respective place. He doesn’t answer, opting to lay, almost collapse, onto your chest and torso. He wraps his arms around you and buries his face into the valley of your breasts.

Your eyes widen in shock. He’s never done something like this. What almost stuns you more is his scent. He took a shower at Best Jeanists’ agency. He nevers does that, only resorting to cleaning himself there when he’s too covered in the labors of his day to comfortably walk home. You were about to ask him what was wrong, but then you feel a tear dampen your shirt. More start to follow, and before the two of you knew it, he was full on sobbing. He hiccups and sniffles as his arms come around your waist, circling you as if you were going to disappear if he didn’t hold on tight enough. You freeze, not knowing how to go about this the right way as to not make the situation any worse. You wanted to cry yourself, seeing the love of your life be so sad. But instead, one hand goes to his back, and the other to his head, caressing him in a comforting manner. He cries his heart out, and you let him, continuing to soothe him in the best way you know how. 

Eventually, the sobs turn silent, and the pair of you lay there in silence, not daring to say a word. You go on with your ministrations, stroking his head reassuringly. You hope he gets the message of your actions, that he understands that whatever happened, you’re here. You sigh a breath of relief when he lifts his head, gazing into your eyes. He sighs, asking if the two of you can talk about it in the morning. You agree almost instantly, telling him to not worry about it. And you sit there with him in silence, simply basking in the presence of each other until you fall asleep.

–

You wake up to find yourself in a room with no one besides yourself. Rubbing your eyes, you walk into the kitchen to find him washing dishes, back facing you. You walk forwards, standing next to him in a silent way of saying good morning. He turns the water off and sighs, not knowing where to start. “Yesterday… I was at work when…” He stops in his tracks, rubbing a tired hand across his face. You could tell he was getting frustrated, so you don’t say anything, only looking at him while he tries to formulate his words. “While I was patrolling yesterday, some shit broke out outta nowhere, and this kid ended up dying.” He pauses, groaning at the memory. “I was with him the whole time, and he was talking about how he couldn’t wait to see mom because they were supposed to watch a movie together when she picked him up. He couldn’t have been more than six, and he just… bled out, right in front of me. And what hurt the most was that I couldn’t do shit about it, and I just had to tell him that it was gonna be okay when he knew it wasn’t. He knew I was lying, but he had a smile on his face the whole time. ” A tear slips down your cheek, and you rush towards him. “I am so sorry Kat.” You say, and he knows you mean it. 

You hug him, and he hugs you back. And he hurts, he hurts so bad. But he feels as though he can feel better in your embrace. It doesn’t make him nauseous to feel your body on his anymore, and it makes the pain a little bit better. You make him a little better.

-Nene

[smplykiel]

“You made me think I actually mattered.” fem! reader x albedo | part two.

warnings: angst, arguments, hurt/no comfort, crying, heartbreak, mentions of major character death, albedo is a big fat jerk (love him tho, just not here LMAO)

Days, weeks, hell, even months have passed since the last time you spent a passionate moment with your lover, Albedo. The more you tried to comprehend, the more you convinced yourself that he was just too busy with his duties, the more you couldn't.

Was it really that difficult for him to spare you one moment of his time? Did you really stop being important to him? or has he entirely forgotten about you? Surely not, right?

Numerous days and nights were spent alone and unhappy. By the time your so-called lover got home, you'd be exhausted and soundly sleeping in your shared bedroom. When you wake up, you're greeted by his side of the bed, all empty and cold.

it was as if he didn't exist anymore— or perhaps you didn't exist to him anymore?

A soft sigh resonated through the cold room. You sat up immediately, silently cursing yourself as your head spun from the unexpected action. You get out of the shared bed after your spinning head has settled down, slightly wincing as your feet come into contact with the cold floor. You paid it no mind and walked mindlessly to the bathroom. Your mind had become tired after running millions of miles and was now completely empty, with no thoughts.

You looked at yourself in the mirror. You weren't stupid; you know how much you've neglected yourself. exactly like he's neglecting you. Another exhausted sigh left your lips as you swiftly got ready, but for what? You had no idea.

You were completely clean and washed as you exited the bathroom. Hopefully presentable for the rest of the world. Maybe you should pay Albedo a visit. But just thinking of dragonspine's freezing chilly atmosphere sent shivers down your spine.

You mentally shook the thought and prepared to leave, not bothering to eat anything to fill your empty stomach. It's all right, you're used to it.

You hurriedly put on your shoes, double-checked your belongings and keys, and officially exited as you twisted the knob of your shared home's door shut.

You couldn't help but be excited for some reason. What are you excited about? Maybe for Albedo? You just hoped by the time you made it to his lab, he would give you a single ounce of attention— affection.

You wasted no time in heading towards the chilly mountain. The cold breeze caused goosebumps to creep all over your porcelain skin. Every breath you breathed became visible before fading into thin air.

You arrived at your lover's lab after an exhausting journey. You hurried up your feet, choosing to run despite the slippery floor and the cold air that made it difficult to breathe.

And finally, you made it to your lover. Though your big warm smile was quickly wiped off your face as he didn't even bother to acknowledge you, eyes focused on whatever he was doing. It's okay, maybe he just didn't notice.

"H...hey! albedo, my love!" You said in between your gasps of air. A pang in your chest; you don't know whether it was because your lover ignored you or the icy cold air that crept into your lungs.

A sliver of hope ran through your shivering body as you saw him whip his head towards you. "Oh, y/n, what are you doing here?" he said with a raised brow. Yet not long after, his head was turned back to whatever he was doing. You frown at this. Sure, he had spared you a single glance, but it wasn't enough. It was never enough.

"Oh... well, I just wanted to see you... That's it..." you responded, voice slowly becoming smaller with each word you let out. Your orbs were now staring holes into the snowy ground.

You nervously shifted your eyes from the ground towards your lover as you were met with silence. Did he not hear you? Maybe you shouldn't have visited after all. Maybe you should've known that it would end up like this once again.

"Um, I wanted to see you-" You tried explaining yourself again, only to get cut off by his slightly irritated voice. "I heard you. No need to repeat yourself over and over again." You could feel yourself taken aback at his sudden change of tone. The small crunch of snow underneath you was heard as you unconsciously stepped back.

"Sorry," you whispered. Why were you apologizing? You did nothing wrong; you never did. So why did you feel like this? A deafening silence engulfed the icy atmosphere as Albedo continued to focus on his work.

You wanted to see him, right? Was that it? Were you expecting more? Did you want to do more? Of course you did.

You lightly took a deep breath before you started walking towards him. Your ears, hands, and cheeks were bright red because of the chilly breeze, as you wore only one layer of clothing. How did you even manage to get up here without freezing to death?

"What... are you doing?" Hopefully you weren't disturbing him as you took a peek at whatever he was doing right now. Why was it that it was much more important than you? to the point that all of his attention was all over it?

"Work." His response was blunt but vague. It made you frown at yourself. You took a small step closer, a mere inch away from each other, as you tried to understand what his 'work' is.

"Look, you're disturbing my experiment right now. It's much better if you go back down the mountain and return home, he said, eyes still on his... 'work'. A feeling of hurt crept up into your stomach. Your brows now knitted together as you shifted your gaze towards your lover.

After all the energy you spent climbing up the cold, snowy mountain, he has the audacity to say this? Did he ever care about you? Hell, you were trembling because of the cold breeze, yet this is what fills his mind? his experiment?

"Oh." You didn't know how you should feel or what you were feeling at all. Her soft orbs were now covered with a faint glaze as she furrowed her brows in frustration. "Do you even care?" Your own words shocked you as you pressed your freezing fingertips against your lips. You fucked up.

Tears were starting to prick the corners of your eyes as you looked at Albedo nervously. You didn't mean to say that out loud. You just felt frustrated and unloved. Albedo turned his face towards you, seeming unfazed as he raised his brow.

"What?" he asked as he shifted his attention to you. Your body was freezing and trembling, whether it be because of the cold wind or nervousness; you couldn't care less. Your mind was running millions of miles.

But you knew very well that this had to be said. You were getting tired of him constantly neglecting you and constantly excusing himself by saying that he was just too busy with work. You didn't even know how you managed to keep up with him every night, greeting him at the door only to be met with silence as he walks past you, or when he would return late at night, or when he didn't return home at all.

You could feel yourself take a deep breath before you tried to calm your thoughts. "Albedo, can we... talk?" You hoped that he took it as a sign that something was wrong. that everything was wrong.

"If it's another one of your stupid rants about me always not having time for you, then no, we can't." he sighed in annoyance before turning back to his work.

You were getting tired of this. You couldn't hold on to what you'd been feeling anymore. Everything you've been bottling up is slowly starting to surface again.

"Do you even care about me anymore? These past few months felt like a living hell as you continued to neglect me every. single. day! I know. I know that you're busy. Busy with work. With everything! But can't you just at least spare me a single moment of your time? Is it that hard? Or am I just a big waste of your time?!"

Your sudden outburst shocked Albedo, who was not expecting you to suddenly raise your voice. "Y/N, calm down. Geez. I already told you many, many times that I have to finish my work. It's my duty! Do I have to repeat it every single time to you?" he scoffed as he shook his head.

"I know that! I know that very well! That you're busy with work because you're the chief alchemist of the Favonius! But I'm getting tired! Are we even lovers at this point?! Even when you're next to me, it feels like you're miles away." The argument was quickly getting heated, despite the freezing wind.

Our loud voices echoed throughout the snowy mountains, hopefully not catching the attention of wandering monsters. but that is the least of your problems right now.

Your cheeks burned red from anger as your face was contorted into a furious expression. You just wanted everything to turn back to normal, to what it used to be. when you were still spending time smothering each other with love.

"You know what, Y/n? If you're going to be this clingy and annoying, then it's better if we just end it. It was getting tiring anyway." The tears that you were trying so hard to fight back quickly streamed down your face as Albedo spat hurtful words at your face.

"You made me think I actually mattered." All of a sudden, the breeze felt as cold as ever. And the air felt heavy and tense. It made it hard to breathe as your chest heaved up and down rapidly.

That's it? It's all over? Just like that?

"Well, you don't. Not anymore. So goodbye. Please leave my lab and never return." It was as if your heart was slowly shattering at every word he spoke out. Bitter tears are flowing down your now tear-stained cheek continuously.

You let out a shaky breath before taking small steps back, hoping that we would take back his words. That he would say he was joking and that he was sorry. But he didn't.

You called yourself pathetic. You were the one who was being mistreated, and now that you're free, you're supposed to be happy. Yet you weren't. It just made you feel much more miserable. His words echoed through your head repeatedly. As if it was haunting you.

You grit your teeth before you turn away from your now-ex-lover. Your cold fingertips were wiping away your salty tears as you walked down the walk of shame. Your vision was slowly getting disoriented as tears continued to flow uncontrollably.

Suddenly, you could feel your feet step on nothing. You quickly shifted your focus onto your path before realizing you were on the broken bridge. You realized you'd fallen down because you weren't paying attention to where you were going.

You could feel yourself fall numerous feet down as tears stopped falling.

But it's okay, you didn't even matter anyway, right?

A/N: angst is my girl dinner! <3 anw this is my first one-shot so pls bear with me, i'm still new to all of this. hopefully, you guys enjoy it!

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[echantedtoon]

Good evening Grande Starbucks Frappe!! ✨✨

This is oddly specific so feel free to not take all the details into account and creative freedom and all that but perhaps Genya x Reader where Sanemi terrified our ass at the beginning of the year and now reader is scared of both Shinazugawa brothers despite Genya harbouring a crush? Just thought it'd be funny to see him despairing and demanding why Sanemi had to ruin his chances so badly-

ANYWAYS CONGRATS AGAIN ON YOUR 500 IM SORRY IT'S SO SPECIFIC HAVE A NICE NIGHT

Firstly THANK YOU IM SO HAPPY! 😭 Secondly sure. @six-eyed-samurai

This is written as a female s/o since it's easier for me to write I hope that's ok. For this Genya and reader are both 18 in their senior year so slightly aged up Genya and Co.

-You were the newest student in Kimetsu Academy, just transferred over from another school when your parents moved you closer to your father's workplace. You weren't too nervous. Some of your friends went to the school so it's not like you wouldn't go in not knowing anyone. However your first day was anything but a good start.

-First you were really late because your mom's car got a flat tire on the way to driving you there. Then you dropped your coin purse containing your lunch money outside while you were rushing into the school. A teacher happened to have noticed that you dropped it but you didn't hear him calling out to you. Then you got laughed at when you busted into the chemistry class (which was the first class you had) and got both laughed at by a lot of the other students and chewed out by Professor Obanai for being late to his class. Then when lunch came around you had to sit down and go hungry except for some spare things given by your friends because you didn't have money or brought your own lunch. Just when you think it couldn't get any worse too-

-Sanemi, the scariest teacher in the entire School even more than Professor Obanai, had just roughly pushed the door to the cafeteria open and his narrowed eyes scanning the area until they lasered focused on you. "HEY YOU!" The entire place silences immediately terrified at the sounds of the scary man's voice. "NEW GIRL!!" You feel yourself freeze up on the spot as the heavily scarred man comes marching up towards you looming over your terrified form before a cute teddy bear themed coin purse is roughly pushed into your shaking hands. "I've been trying to fucking track you down all day! Don't forget your purse outside again!"

-Its cannon in Kimetsu Gauken that Sanemi likes kids and respects women but most are scared by his appearance and honestly sometimes he comes off as scary without meaning too. Sanemi honestly wasn't trying to scare you, he was genuinely just trying to return your purse to you but he wasn't socially aware enough to realize that calling out a trembling girl in the middle of everyone and looming over her scared you so much that you became very scared of your new math teacher.

-It was around the second week you were there that you learnt one of your fellow students was the younger brother of the scary teacher. From the first day forward whenever you had math class you kept your head down and very quiet to avoid him singling you out but today was study day before a big test so everyone was partnered up. "Kanao get with Inosuke! Kamado's with the blonde kid!  New girl go get with my brother! All of you take turns asking questions with these flashcards! All of this will be on the test tomorrow so PAY THE HELL ATTENTION AND STUDY!"

-Your pupils shrank in fear and a rock fell in your stomach. Brother? Mr. Sanemi had a BROTHER?! As soon as Genya sat down in front of you holding the flashcards for your shared study session, you knew without a doubt they were related. Their faces were similar shaped especially their eyes, and like a brother he also had scars on his body although a lot less than Sanemi did. As soon as Genya saw your big doe eyes all shiny and pretty looking up at him, the baby boy was smitten.

-He's had crushes before. He's had fleeting crushes on both his friends Aoi and Kanao before they gotten into relationships with his other guy friends and when he was younger he always thought Ms. Kanao was the prettiest girl ever, but after seeing you he gained the biggest crush in his life that it felt like Cupid smashed his head with a mallet of love.

-It then started a cycle between you two. He started to try and approach you. "Hey! New girl!" You freaked out by the sudden repeating appearance from him. It was bad enough the teacher seemed to be annoyed with you but did his brother have to harass you too?! You kept running away from him or had your friends block his way to you until he left or you escaped. He was hurt you seemed to be so scared of him and for the longest time didn't have the foggiest idea why. He tried getting Tanjiro's help in convincing you to hang out with him in a group setting to see if maybe he could ease your worries by having other people around but you always asked if Genya would be there and Tanjiro...Well he's an awful liar so even if he said no you knew otherwise and declined. 

-Then one day while reading it hits him. Your very first day the week prior to meeting Genya. Sanemi returned your purse and you seemed terrified of him. I'm turn it must've made you genuinely afraid of him as well. That day when Genya gets home he literally kicks down the doorway startling his mother, Sanemi, and their younger siblings with his anger. "SANEMI WHAT THE FUCK?!"

[sketchytrials]

First time posting fanfiction on tumblr, it's been ages since I wrote anything so bear with me!

Night Hunter and Eve small fic!

I'm sorry I love him.

The darkness felt suffocating. Eve huddled alone under a dilapidated desk as she tried to catch her breath, her lungs burning from the mad dash she had made towards the safe inky black of shadow to hide from Mother Gooseberry's relentless assault. And while normally the cover of dark was her ally, made easy with her bolted in night vision goggles, right now she felt disoriented and lost. Because, really, Eve had no idea where in the hell she was. She had run blindly when separated from her group, and to her utter misfortune her goggles had been broken by the drill she just took to the head. The device now proved useless as she attempted to try and see at all through the broken glass and wires only to give up with a huff and toss them up her forehead.

Blood trickled down her neck from her injuries, head pounding and heart hammering uncomfortably against her ribs. She needed medicine, she needed help. But from the sounds of chaos outside the area she was hidden in, Eve could safely assume help wasn't going to be coming for a while.

Steeling herself for a wait, Eve took a long breath and tried to relax herself against the wall of the desk. If she could see, then she probably would have more luck looking for medicine herself. Her eyes, however, just couldn't seem to adjust to the lack of light in the room. All she saw was vast black staring back at her. Part of her began to debate if she wanted to risk fumbling in the dark on the off chance a medicine bottle was tucked away somewhere close by, but those thoughts were quickly dashed by the sound of raspy breathing and heavy footsteps entering the room.

“Thought I saw a little worm wiggling over here.” The gravely words of Night Hunter cut through the air like a bolt, making Eve freeze in her spot as she internally cursed and tucked herself tighter into her hiding spot. Fuck. She didn't realize she had ran right into his area of patrol, not paying attention in the slightest when originally running for her life. It wasn't like she could run now, not in this state, bleeding and tired and unable to see at all. She’d only risk getting herself killed if she took one wrong move or tripped and fell in the damn dark. It left her cornered, her ears pricked as she listened to him search around the room for her.

Eve did her best to control her breathing, keeping herself as quiet as she could as panic laced through her every nerve ending. The pounding in her ears felt timed with each step she heard, listening to his maddened rambles to no one as he walked the area.

Then. Silence. Eve didn't dare move at first, unsure if she was truly alone now or if the thrumming against her skull was masking the usually noisy sounds if the ex pop. Waiting a few long seconds, she finally peered out from her hiding spot to see if she could find any tell tale glowing signs of Night Hunter. Only for her to gasp and smack her already aching head against the roof of the desk with a start when her eyes met with the bright green circles of his goggled face.

There wasn't even time for her to react or run before he had pounced, the horrible breathy laugh she heard indicated how pleased he was to have caught her so off guard while his body pinned hers to the ground. She attempted to struggle when she felt him reel back, knowing full well that it would mean his machete was about to get real personal with her skin. Only, she felt a pause. His weight had stopped moving. Her eyes darted, trying to see anything at all other than his unreadable glowing circles for eyes staring down at her in the pitch black of the room. When that failed, she even tried to turn her head to try and see any glint of metal only to feel a hand grab her face by the cheeks and force her to look back and meet his unnerving gaze once more, her breath hitching at the unexpected contact.

He just…stared at her. Each passing second only made Eve feel more and more uneasy, her body weakly squirming despite how much her head injury seemed to dislike the movement. What the hell was he doing? There hadn't been that horrible pain of meat and skin ripping and slicing yet, despite her senses feeling unbearably heightened as she waited for it. Maybe that was his plan. To make it so much worse and do it now that she was hyper aware of everything she couldn't see since she didn't have her night vision goggles over her eyes.

But God, she could feel. Feel the pressure of his weight sitting on her, the cold skin of his hand as he held her face in place, the warmth that came with each ragged breath he took over top of her as he sat there still just staring. It was horrifying. Knowing he was there and not knowing what would happen. Not knowing where that damn blade was.

“Beautiful…”

The whispered word would have been missed completely if not for the fact Eve felt so alert and on edge at this moment, and yet she still paused in shock as she wondered if she misheard. Just when she thought she had, she watched those glowing orbs lean in closer and felt his breath wash over her face, his hand tilting her slightly as if to look her over. “Your eyes…shine like fireflies.”

Each word crawled slowly from his lips in that Slavic like accent that usually made her skin crawl uncomfortably, but now all it seemed to do was make her face burn with confused fluster. His tone was almost tender, reverent even. Only amplified as his hold on her face loosened into a sort of caress, lanky cold fingers brushing away the blood from her forehead and tucking some of her hair back as his gaze bored into hers.

From the way he kept his face so close to hers, Eve could only assume it helped him see her better. Not that she really understood how that thing bolted and wired to his head worked, but it was the best guess she had as to why he was practically sharing the mingled breathing space between the two as he looked over Eve's face. In her genuine bewilderment, she had stopped struggling. Every brush of his clammy hand against her face sent a very disorienting jolt through her chest, her heart feeling like it would practically explode. His touch tracing her features, wandering along her neck, tangling with some of her hair. Each one feeling intense on her unexpected senses. This didn't feel like fear anymore. Not when she wanted to turn her face away more in shy embarrassment than anything else.

He let her, his hand pulling back as Eve craned her neck to try and hide her face from him. To hide the effect he was having on her, though when she felt the rumble of his laughter on top of her, she figured he could see it clear as day.

It wasn't her fault. Eve had hardly known such a feeling till recently. The feeling of praise, of affection. A feeling she only ever earned and fought for from Dr. Easterman. A feeling she cherished and craved and lived for. And yet here she was, being praised by a man who could easily take her life in seconds while she was blushing like an idiot in front of him. That feeling should be sacred. Eve felt sick for feeling it for someone other than the one who gave her purpose, called her special.

Eve's expression must have changed because Night Hunter's thoughtful and amused humming had ceased, his form leaning in somehow even closer as Eve could smell the acrid stench of his breath when he spoke. “What's got you pouting, firefly?” He asked, shifting his weight as she felt his arms move to, what she assumed was, cage her in and press himself closer.

But he didn't get his answer. Not that Eve planned to in the first place. But both of them seemed to jolt as the sound of Gooseberry’s manic sing song speech shook the walls between her heavy steps somewhere not too far from where they were. Eve couldn't see anything still, though before she could try and move her head to look for an open door Gooseberry might walk in from, a hand had already pressed against her mouth.

“Shhh.”

Night Hunter's surprisingly soft hush had quieted Eve's muffled yelp of surprise, the ex pop working carefully to then pull Eve off in an unknown direction. Silently dragging her away from the direction Gooseberry’s singing came from.

She knew she should struggle. Kick him away and make a run to find her friends so she could get the hell out of this place and back to the sleep rooms alive. But she couldn't seem to process what was happening, especially when she realized he was tucking her back into her hiding spot, glowing eyes giving her face one more look as he gently touched the gnarled skin on her head. He pulled back when she flinched, the touch irritating the bloody wound and causing her to reel back almost too noisily. From the blackness around her, she hardly realized she had closed her eyes at that moment. Until she opened them again and saw those eerie green orbs now gone.

How had she not heard him? How did she miss him leaving completely? Moving to peek back out to check if he was there, Eve's hand instead bumped into a medicine bottle placed in front of her, the cold glass demanding her attention quickly as she heard the sloshing liquid inside. With a startled glance, she took the bottle and stared down at it despite not even being able to see it, rotating it slowly in her hand to confirm it was definitely medicine.

Absolutely baffled, Eve uncorked it and took a large swig, gagging at the bitter taste just as she heard more familiar and welcomed voices call out from beyond the dark room.

“Hey Eve! We gotta get to the shuttle!”

She sighed, relieved that they were at least looking for her before leaving. It could have been so easy to leave her behind and assume her dead, but her friends were usually good about coming back for her even when she knew she was being less than helpful. Once the pain in her head finally calmed down, Eve tentatively crawled out from her hiding place towards the sounds of her friends, chancing a glance around the room just in time to see those eyes of Night Hunter's dart back behind the cover of what Eve figured was a door. He'd been watching her still.

That disgusting flutter returned in her chest, making her pause and clutch at her shirt for a beat before finally turning to stumble out towards what she hoped was the way out. “Hey! I'm over here!”

[iwriteasfotini]

The Whomping Willow Tunnel - Pt 2

If you haven't looked it over, I wrote this post about the NUMEROUS discrepancies regarding the physical traits of the tunnel which leads from the Whomping Willow to the Shrieking Shack. I also wrote a post about the one-eyed witch tunnel and the Hog's Head tunnel.

Regardless of how it was described, we know that in POA, Remus, Peter, and Ron (who were all chained together at the time) traveled through the tunnel (presumably walking sideways). As did Severus, levitated vertically and unconscious.

Both these passages are from POA, Chapter 19 - The Servant of Lord Voldemort.

How these two unique occurrences managed to get into and out of a hole which Harry had to "pull himself" through on multiple occasions is beyond me. But it happened!

And they made it through the tunnel unscathed. Except for Severus whose head was scraping against the ceiling a few times when Sirius wasn't paying attention.

They all get out, I won't even bother showing you the passage as it is truly uneventful considering the hole is "a gap between roots."

But what does it all MEAN?!?

It means JKR does things to suit her agenda.

It means she or her editors were not very detail focused. (Unlike ME!)

It means that THIS text from POA Chapter 18 - Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs is just straight up WRONG.

How exactly does Severus glimpse a werewolf at the end of a tunnel which may be in the floor of the Shack, on one occasion "twists" right before the opening, and may or may not permit the traveler to stand upright?

Much more importantly: How the HELL does he survive the experience without a F*$%ing DOOR at the end of the passage?

Oh, because James pulled him back! Obviously.

It means that when JKR wants to create tension between two parties she invented The Prank and didn't think it through very thoroughly.

It means when fandom uses Remus' retelling of The Prank as one of the very few scraps of evidence as to what the teenage Marauders were like, we are using a story riddled with holes and inconsistencies, not to mention impossibilities.

Not only that, but this tunnel has implications beyond The Prank. This is also from POA Chapter 18 - Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs.

First, Remus is the one telling this little ditty. Why is he telling it, not Sirius? He doesn't know what happened from first hand experience. He was (apparently) in his wolf form.

ONLY Peter had the capability to freeze the tree? Severus does it, James does it, Ron does it...

They were already in their animal forms (safety first), and would "slip down the tunnel." How exactly did Prongs navigate a tunnel Harry had to crawl through? Okay, let's assume the JKR is HORRIBLE with describing the size of things. The tunnel is large enough for Remus, Peter, and Ron all chained up, shuffling sideways. The tunnel *probably* could have fit Prongs, but we never really know how big Prongs is, and more importantly how big his rack of antlers is.

They would "join [Moony]." BECUASE THE TUNNEL DOESN'T HAVE A DOOR!!! What in the world was keeping the werewolf in the Shack??? Or is it assumed he could travel down the tunnel to the Whomping Willow, but then the tree impeded his progress?

Let's circle back to The Prank.

If there are no doors, and the Willow was the only thing protecting Hogwarts from a werewolf (as is implied) Severus AND James would not have survived The Prank.

It there are no doors, and the Marauders were using the Willow tunnel to access the Hogwarts grounds with a werewolf during full moon, then what was keeping Moony from getting out all those years he was solo and DESPERATE for human prey?

The Take Aways

Canon has a lot of flaws. Canon has a lot of room for interpretation. The passages above show that Remus is either straight up lying to Harry or the stories which he tells are not possible with the information the reader is given.

I cannot believe that JKR did not mention a door ONE time in regards to the Whomping Willow tunnel. Both the one-eyed witch tunnel and the Hog's Head tunnel had a closing door on both ends.

I cannot believe the Marauders take the fall for having questionable moral judgement regarding their supposed full moon wanderings when Dumbledore overlooked the importance of a closing door on both ends of that passage. Doesn't it feel a bit too unbelievable of an oversight?

Am I going to stew and lose sleep over the various inconsistencies shown when examining the three Hogsmeade tunnels? No.

But I am going to ALWAYS take canon with a grain of salt.

I am NEVER going to use a single sentence of canon to define an entire character. I'm sort of obsessed with that Shrieking Shack scene in general, so my next Meta might be to break down the dialogue in that scene because there are a lot of things said (see above) which are sweeping statements and are not supported by other canon text. It makes me take everything Remus, Sirius, and Severus say as having the potential to be inaccurate.

Do I think The Prank didn't happen? No. I think it did. And if you want to see exactly what I think it looked like you should read my fanfic series.

Do I think the Marauders left the Shrieking Shack (which in itself is extremely morally questionable)? Yes, I do. And if you want to know what I think that looked like you should read my fanfic series.

I think when there is this much room for interpretation for something which happened in the Marauders era, there is room for a lot of justifiable HC.

This concludes my first Meta series on the tunnels to Hogsmeade.

[weavings-of-amphithere]

Disbelief - Ultrakill oneshot

Honestly I made this bcs I want to get back into writing, so it's not all that good eknfnd

It was also inspired by Itoki Hana's song, Disbilief (hence the title ekrndj) BCS HOLY FUCK THAT SONG FITS THE ULTRAKILL LORE SO WELL, GO CHECK IT

Also this takes place a bit after Gabriel's second battle with V1, and V1 also gets sucked in by the holy light portal bcs curious cat shit🙏

It felt strange to wander the remains of Eden, dark and silent, smelling still of weeds and wood, it's light dim when compared to heaven's imponent shine, yet not as dark as hell managed to be, in fact it was far from comparable to such a place, for one it was not littered with demons or the stench of blood old and newly spilled, or other unholy entities, Eden was as empty as it had been since the exile of Adam and Eve... Well, was; for now Gabriel roamed upon it, him and his far too curious last minute companion who strode silently behind him, like a cat that tries sneaking up on it's human, freezing in it's tracks only when the angel turned around to watch it.

Gabriel tried to not pay mind to it, he needed to think of other far more important things, things that haunted him long before the machine came to his attention, like the fact the council was escentially fucked up, or that god would never return, was he even alive? If he was, he's clearly not coming back, but then what did that mean for him? The council, for heaven, even for the sinners like the ferrymen who still had hope for redemption? Did he let them all down? Could the blame even be pinned on him?

His head spinned as he tried not to crash in on his own thoughts, trying to keep some form of focus, but the machine's heavy steps didn't help, or the tinckering sounds of it's wings, it's metalic clattering and exagerately heavy footsteps that seemed to just get louder and louder the more Gabriel started to pay attention to it.

"What the FUCK do you want?"

The archangel whipped around to face the walking piece of scrap, splotches of red slightly seeping into his white armor, fists clenched in frustration, as if beating him twice wasn't enough, the machine kept shaming him for loosing by following him around, surely a silent remark about his defeat, why wouldn't it just behead him and display his severed head all across heaven and hell at this point?

Instead of an answer, Gabriel just recieved a blank stare back as V1 froze in it's tracks, not even bothering to pull out a gun, not a flinch or even a defensive position, nothing, as if it knew it could take on Gabriel again, or that despite his anger, the angel wouldn't pick a fight with it right now.

Both of them stood, Gabriel's anger against the machine easing just a bit, sighing heavily as he turned back around to keep walking, the machine following closer behind now, there was no point in fighting it again anyway, not now.

They walked further and further until they reached an opening under the trees, the stars could be contemplated in their full divine glory from there, something so simple and honestly underwhelming to Gabriel, it was almost weird to see the machine be... Entranced? While it looked up at those celestial bodies of light.

V1 did not look to Gabriel as he wandered off, so why he came back to the spot was unclear, even to him as he settled some fire wood in front of a fallen over log he used to sit once the fire was started.

V1 had simply stared at him before sitting in front of Gabriel, the angel might not have a face, but doubt was writen all over him, his mind distant, his body being the only real company the machine had as the fire quietly crinkled and sometimes burst.

"... 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝, 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞?"

the question caught Gabriel off guard, he knew the machine spoke, he had heard it before, but listening to it speak still felt somewhat uncanny, specially what it was asking him, why would it even care for that? And was he really going to speak to it?

Gabriel contemplated it a moment, what harm would it do? Who else was he to go to? There was no one else, nor here or in heaven, it was only him and the hunk of metal with guns.

"Of course I am... Somewhat thanks to you.."

His last words were not as salty as the first ones, which surprised him and V1 a bit, they had both expected for his words to sound angrier or at the very least spiteful after their quarrels and how the war machine lead him to be having a crisis, but really, it was more a revelation he had been trying to push away, it was only a matter of time before it boiled over anyway.

"But honestly... I belive this to be necessary, for I am afraid heaven has been ultimately misguided by our own hands as servants of the lord."

Despite V1's relative lack of expression, it did not take a trained eye to realize it was confused, Gabriel somehow forgot, it was a machine, there had been no need for it to learn who God was, who the angels were or what was going on in heaven, would it even care if he tried to explain it?

"Just.... Just know we were waiting and praying on the father's return- and we strayed from the path he had set for us."

V1 seemed to be pleased with that answer, it's wings twitching slightly in approval as it set it's eye back on the fire, just like Gabriel did.

" 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝?"

Gabriel remained eerily still, such question coming from the machine seemed unreasonable, why did it care? Why did it follow? Why did it feel... Comforting? Was Gabriel being delirious? Maybe hell's madness finally got to him..

None the less, he contemplated the question, he had to, he could die without doing anything useful, or die and send a message to those in heaven, do something to change the ways of the council or at the very least let everyone know God was dead, he had been for a long time, whatever hope or faith there was left, it was futile.

Gabriel slowly nodded, he knew what he had to do, there was no point in going back on it, it was for the best, for everyone.

"I must ask one thing though.."

V1 lifted it's head slightly, it's yellow eye shining due to the firelight hitting it, it's posture still relaxed as they waited for Gabriel to speak.

"Why are you here? Why do you care for what happens to me after our battles?"

A few cogs seemed to be moving inside the machine's processor, it's hands twitchy for a second before going completely still.

"𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐"

[snowbaamgyu]

Take it easy, take a breath

A school au featuring a sick Taehyun with a stomach bug.

Everyone in the classroom or even outside it knew that Taehyun was a good student, —the best as the teachers said— always worrying about his grades, his projects always won the first place, his tests had the perfect score all the time.

Everyone thought he was just a prodigy, but only his closest friends knew how hard he worked, and how it always ends up catching onto him.

When exams period finishes and they have a few days of vacation Taehyun sleeps. He could spend all his break sleeping and only going out of his room to eat when his mom calls him to do so.

This time feels... different.

Midterms are starting tomorrow and even if Taehyun did study in advance he still feels it isn't enough, but he just can't seem to focus. Spring is around the corner but he feels hot, as if it were summer, the air in his room feels stuffier, his head feels heavy and there's a weird feeling deep down in his belly.

Okay it's a sunday afternoon, maybe just this once he could take a break, so he closes his books as he sighs deeply when a wave of dizziness washes over him, going to his bed and covering himself with the covers, now feeling really cold.

Taehyun didn't know when he had fallen asleep but he woke up at night, a figure standing on the doorframe, it was his mother telling him that dinner was ready.

He got out of bed feeling a little better, maybe it was just exhaustion so after eating he could sleep again and be in perfect shape for tomorrow's exam.

When he sat down both of his parents looked at him with concerned faces.

"Honey, are you feeling okay? you're really pale" his mother placed a hand on his forehead as she spoke. "Yes mom, just tired, you know I have tests this week" trying to reassure his parents was kind of working, they continued to eat their dinner, Taehyun felt full after some bites but he ate just half of it.

"Mom, I'm not that hungry, I'm going to sleep, thanks and goodnight" he grabbed his plate to put it on the kitchen counter and then went to brush his teeth, confirming that yes, he was indeed pale.

Okay, maybe a good night of sleep will get him to feel alright.

The clock read 2:00 am, Taehyun couldn't sleep. His body was or too hot or too cold, and the mattress felt uncomfortably sweaty as well as his shirt, he's sure he had fever dreams all night.

Now the clock reads 7:00 am, Taehyun needs to get ready for school, but his body feels all heavy so that morning he was slower than usual.

He tried to skip breakfast but his mom made him eat at least a sandwich and a glass of orange juice, his stomach feeling weird and now full made his walk to school feel like hell.

"Good morning Taehyunnie, how was your— wow, are you okay? You don't look so good" Beomgyu, his best friend and classmate was always the first one to greet him, now completely worried about him.

"Couldn't sleep that well last night, maybe it's the stress" he sat on his desk and rested his head on his arms, he had to make it until the exam, then he could leave and be miserable in his room.

Beomgyu sat beside him and rubbed his back, it was obvious his friend wasn't okay but he wasn't going to say it out loud and upset Taehyun, a comfortable silence surrounded them until the rest of students arrived.

During class, Taehyun gave up on paying attention, his head hurt, his whole body felt as if he was on fire but freezing at the same time, so he tried to sleep. The teachers saw how pale he looked so they didn't say anything, Beomgyu talked to them too saying that Taehyun was sick but he won't admit it until it's late.

It was lunchtime, Beomgyu didn't have the heart to wake Taehyun and decided to stay with him, he was lucky enough to have something to eat in his backpack.

When Beomgyu finished eating Taehyun opened his eyes and stretched his arms and neck, noticing the classroom was empty and only Beomgyu was there he thought it was a dream until the latter spoke up.

"You looked pretty tired so I couldn't wake you up, how are you feeling?" Taehyun didn't see the point in lying anymore, Beomgyu knew he was sick.

"I feel like crap, I just wanna take that damn exam and go home"

"You are the teacher's favorite you can take the exam another day, go home and rest" Beomgyu tried persuading him but it was to no avail.

"No, it's fine, I can make it".

He couldn't make it.

As soon as everyone was handed the exam his anxiety increased and now he felt nauseous, extremely nauseous.

Halfway through the exam Taehyun stopped writing, feeling dizzy when he tried to read and understand what he had to do, if he kept on trying he would throw up right there and then.

The teacher, a middle aged lady, was walking around the class to make sure no one was cheating, but when she walked through Taehyun's desk she got concerned as she saw the boy looking pale, sweating, with his eyes closed and both of his hands covering his mouth as he tried to take deep breaths to ease the nausea away.

"Taehyun, dear, if you're not feeling well you are excused to go to the nurse's office, take the exam when you know what you're writing, go and rest."

The boy did as told, with one hand still covering his mouth he got out of the classroom but first he went to the bathroom, he was going to puke any time soon.

His things? Beomgyu could help with that, right now the only thing that matters is getting into a stall before it's too late, when Taehyun did so, he kneeled in front of the toilet and waited for the inevitable, leaning forward with a couple of empty gags as all his uniform was absorbing his sweat.

And finally, it started with a wet cough.

His breakfast making a reappearance, that damn orange juice burning everything from inside of him and tasting so gross.

Another cough brought up more while Taehyun held his stomach, trying to catch his breathing but that task seemed impossible when the vomit went through his nose too, chunks and everything.

And to make matters worse, just as he was finishing this first round (he knew it wouldn't be the last one) Taehyun was so exhausted that he felt like he was going to pass out, and he did so but before it happened he managed to text Beomgyu for help.

Bathroom second floor

Sent 12:39

When the exam was finished Beomgyu checked his phone just in case and when he saw Taehyun's text he knew immediately what was going on.

Everyone was dismissed, thankfully almost no one went to the bathroom on the second floor because it was practically hidden, like in a corner of the hallway.

Beomgyu grabbed Taehyun's things and started looking for him.

As Beomgyu was hoping, the bathroom was almost empty, almost because one of the stalls had a pair of legs standing out, the door without lock, it was indeed Taehyun, looking paler, sweaty and on the toilet was still the traces of Taehyun getting sick.

Beomgyu flushed the toilet and used some toilet paper to carefully clean Taehyun's mouth as the younger started waking up.

Still too out of it, Taehyun was muttering something but Beomgyu couldn't quite understand it, just hearing the words "home" and "bed", the older replying to him with a "Yes Taehyun, now we can get you home and you can rest in your bed, it's alright now".

They waited ther for a couple of minutes until Taehyun felt ready to leave the stall, Beomgyu calling a cab to Taehyun's house.

"Hyung 'm still nauseous..." Taehyun muttered under his breath as he was resting his head in Beomgyu's shoulder, they were in the taxi by then, the latter a little bit worried Taehyun might throw up on him but still he didn't have the heart to push him away.

"It's okay, just endure it a bit longer we're almost there".

As soon as the taxi stopped Taehyun got out and went inside the house almost running, while Beomgyu was paying to the driver.

Beomgyu found Taehyun in the guest's bathroom on the first floor, heaving over the sink, the toilet seemed to be so far away in the rush of the moment.

Taehyun brought up some more bile and stomach acid, everything was spinning and his grip on the sink was getting weaker, Beomgyu had to support him until he was able to move away.

"You wanna go to your room or maybe stay in the couch?" Taehyun thought a bit until he murmured "Bed, please" and Beomgyu took him there, Taehyun immediately taking off his uniform and staying only in boxers, laying down on his bed and kicking off the covers. "Hey no, you'll get sicker if you sleep like that, at least put a shirt on" the older tried, Taehyun just grunted and said "No, too hot" Beomgyu then remembered Taehyun was feverish, he had to cool him down so he went to get a washcloth and some cold water, pressing it on Taehyun's chest until the fever looked like it went down.

Beomgyu covered him and let him sleep, texting Taehyun's mother to update her on her son's condition, she replied saying she was relieved he could take care of her Taehyunnie and asking him to stay with her son until she could get home.

Just then, Taehyun woke up and heaved by the side of his bed, a little bit of water and stomach bile came up and he was left dry heaving while Beomgyu patted his back, waiting for the younger to calm down a little and clean up the small puddle of sick.

"M' sorry..." Taehyun said with a sad tone on his voice, Beomgyu ruffled his hair and told him "It's okay, this things happen, are you feeling any better?" to that Taehyun shook his head, "Go back to sleep, I'll put a trashcan near and I'll get you some water" the younger just laid there, trying to get comfortable but with the way everything ached it seemed impossible.

"Here, drink some water, if it stays down you'll try with a pill" Beomgyu handed him the glass of water and Taehyun took a couple of tiny sips, the feeling of the water going down his throat felt heavenly as it soothed a bit of the scratchiness all the puking left him.

When the water stayed down he tried taking a pill, sadly it came back up 10 minutes later so it was to not use.

By then Taehyun was feeling so sick and frustrated that he started crying, Beomgyu once again by his side telling him that it was okay and everyone got sick like this once in a while.

"I'm so tired but I can't rest and everything aches and... it's just too fucking much" Taehyun said between sobs, Beomgyu reassuring him and trying to calm him down.

Taehyun fell asleep after crying, Beomgyu went to the kitchen to find something to eat and maybe a little snack for Taehyun.

At 7:00 pm Taehyun's parents came and thanked Beomgyu for staying by their son's side, he bid them goodbye and left a note on Taehyun's nightstand wishing he felt better soon and to take his meds.

Hours later, Taehyun woke up to the whole room dark, it was past midnight, he felt so thirsty so he tried with the water once again, going back to sleep.

At morning, Taehyun's mom entered the room and felt her son's forehead, the fever was still there but not too high, she left him medicines and a sports drink for him to not dehydrate too much.

Taehyun woke up at 11:00 am, confused about where he was and what time was it, and why the hell wasn't he at school, but his stomach decided to respond to that question as it churned and cramped.

The curtains were closed so his room wasn't that illuminated, he thanked whoever had left them like that, as his head was also hurting like a bitch.

His hand was rubbing circles on his abdomen to try and soothe some of the pain, as the pressure went down a bit more and he knew he had to go to the bathroom to avoid any mess.

When he was done, he crawled back into bed, now he felt like freezing so he took a hoodie he had lying somewhere near his desk and a pair of joggers, and tried to go back to sleep, not interested in what was on his nightstand.

Taehyun tossed and turned but he couldn't get comfortable, so he decided to look at his phone for a while, just then a text from Beomgyu appeared on his notifications.

–Hey Taehyunnie, are u feeling any better?

–Remember to try and take some medicine and to stay hydrated

–I know it might be a little hard now but it'll pass soon, I promise (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

Well, he didn't feel like puking right now, he was feeling thirsty, so he opened the bottle of sports drink and sipped on it carefully, also taking the medicine and a few minutes later he fell asleep again.

What he didn't expect was Beomgyu being there when he woke up, apparently school had already ended.

"Hey, your mom asked me to keep an eye on you today too, how are you feeling?" Taehyun felt his cold hand against his burning forehead, that damn fever ain't going nowhere.

Taehyun shrugged before answering verbally. "Dunno, not like yesterday but not that better, still off". He was pale, dark circles under his eyes, his eyes with no sparkle.

"It's because your body is still fighting that bug, you're probably gonna feel better after a couple of days more"

Taehyun didn't know if he was right, he still wanted to believe Beomgyu tho, being sick was the worst.

They spent the afternoon together watching some movies, sometimes Taehyun fell asleep, or got up to use the bathroom, Beomgyu having to stay behind the door hearing his friend dry heave or retch, if he needed anything he was near, if not he still let him have some privacy.

At the end of the day Taehyun fell asleep again, Beomgyu quietly leaving after Taehyun's parents arrived, no one wanting to disturb the poor sick guy who couldn't catch a break from emptying his guts all day.

Taehyun woke up, it was still dark but he realized he wasn't in his bed, so he went to his room again and tried to fall asleep again, failing at doing so because he noticed how his stomach was hurting, it wasn't bad enough to have him gasping for air or to make him feel nauseous again, but it was hurting and even if it wasn't intense, he knew it was there.

So he spent the rest of his night trying to soothe his discomfort by rubbing his middle; and at some point it worked, letting him fall asleep once again.

The cycle repeated for two more days but this time Taehyun's mom took those days off from work to take care of him, Taehyun feeling much better at the end of the week, finally eating something without it ending in the toilet or making his stomach hurt, having him regretting all his life choices, thinking "oh god why me?"

So, next monday he showed up to school, looking more alive and having to take some time extra after school to take exams and having some teachers summarizing all the things they did during the week Taehyun was asking what he did wrong to deserve that damn bug.

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

I’ve spent the past few days eating up all the Yves content I could find on your blog he’s just so perfect oh my god??? I don’t know how to put it but he sounds like the type who’d always have the best posture and the way he walks would feel feathery.

I did not see this question from the gazillion asks I read but if something similar has been asked before you can ignore this.

How would Yves be with an artist reader who mostly has time for him but completely becomes detached for hours or sometimes days while working on a drawing? Sorry if it’s too specific you can go with different scenarios too.

Also sorry if I randomly drop a fanart of him one of these days

oh man i would be honoured to receive a fanart of yves and hell yea i love yves thanks for reading thru the madness, yea hed like walk so fluidly n shit its like unreal

but anyways getting to da meat:

He would be happy if you have a lot of time to spare for him. Yves would never take a single second for granted and he will cherish every moment with you.

Through his observation and your own assurance, he is secure in the relationship. So he wouldn't mind you disappearing into your room for days on end to complete an art piece. He will let himself in to provide you your meals or do parallel work; he will bring his laptop over and do his own thing while you do yours.

There is an invisible timer that dictates when you should go to the bathroom, eat, rest, or sleep. If you're cooperative when he greets you with a kiss and reminds you to come to bed, eat dinner or to relieve yourself after an entire day of not visiting the toilet once, he will continue to use that method. He doesn't mind having to babysit you for ages, Yves actually likes it.

He would take pictures of your progress. When you start to think that your work looks horrendous, Yves will show you the photos of your earlier stages. Praising you for how far you've come, telling you that he personally thinks it's beautiful. But he is in no way a pure 'yes man', it depends on your goals. If you want to create photorealistic paintings or drawings, he will provide the best constructive criticism on how to improve your proportions. You can simply describe what you want to create, Yves could be your muse if you want him to. He is willing to stay in a singular, muscle-straining pose for hours if you ask him to. Or, he could gather reference materials for you. Yves does have a strong background in photography too. No concept is too absurd for him to capture or even sketch.

However, if you react negatively to his reminders, such as harshly shoving him away or screaming at him to leave you alone, Yves will be resorting to reality bending. Depending on how much you hurt him, he will either make you cry 'on your own' by manipulating you into thinking that your work is terrible no matter what you do. You can't accuse him of saying derogatory remarks, because he wasn't even in the room. You shooed him out earlier.

He messes with the lighting to make your artwork 'ugly' in your eyes. Yves toggles with the humidifier or dehumidifier to make it harder to work with your art medium. The temperature in Yves's studio either seems to be sweltering or freezing. But the thermostat says otherwise. Either way, you can't create in these atrocious conditions. So you give up and retire for the day.

Everything will be back to normal tomorrow, but if you pay closer attention, you will start to feel upset over your artwork every three hours. Specifically, 12pm, 3pm, 6pm, and inevitably give up by 10pm. You would only have the urge to continue after enjoying breakfast with him past 7am. Strange, don't you think?

During your breaks, you would automatically seek Yves out for lunch, tea time, and dinner. He will not visit if you express your extreme displeasure with his presence while you work, Yves gives you the 'freedom' to choose to meet him in his office. He is always there if you need him.

Regardless, in the end, you will never fail to appreciate your own work no matter how tough the journey was. Yves ensures that you know your creation is valuable. He is supportive of your passion and is willing to finance any and all of your essential (and nonessential) materials. You could even ask him for advice, unlocking a previous chapter of his life where he used to paint under a pseudonym, for the wealthy, the enthusiastic, and the eccentric. Best to keep your mind open and not undermine him in anything, or else you might miss out on fascinating Yves lore. He wouldn't bring these up on his own if you never asked. It's always a good thing to learn from someone much older than you are.

Your jaw would be on the floor if you knew that his old canvases were now retailing for billions of dollars at auctions. But he deems it unnecessary for you to learn of that, all you need to know is Yves can draw human hands wonderfully and accurately in any pose, in under five minutes with no reference.

[the-red-thread-that-strangles]

Something's wrong with Akai.

Now, one might be inclined to think that is just his natural state of being, and for good reason. The thing is: it's too early. The joint operation is in three days; Akai's not supposed to look like death already. Dark circles under his eyes are part for the course, and Rei's pretty sure in the event of a significant traumatic injury one could subsitute Akai's blood with coffee. But that stare is even more dead-eyed than usual, and Rei can make out the faint nervous twitching of Akai's trigger finger. He might as well have written his condition on a sign and stapled it to his brows.

It's distracting as all hell, and Rei's itching to grab Akai's hand and pin it to the table to finally stop it from moving. If the sniper causes more problems for their mission because he's not paying attention during the debrief, Rei is never going to forgive him. There's too much at stake. So Rei kicks his shin, deftly, when Akai threatens to fall asleep at their desk. Focuses back on the meeting. He can pull himself together, and he expects nothing less from Akai.

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When the meeting is finally over, a grueling three hours later, he drags Akai out of the room by the cuff of his sleeve. Kudo shoots them a pitying glance, and Agent Starling is clearly trying to intercept their impending argument, bless her, before she gets held up by chatty colleagues. Suits him just fine.

He locks the door to his office behind them, lets down the shutters. This is as much privacy as they're likely to get. The bag with the gift he meant to give Akai sits forgotten next to his desk.

"What is this supposed to be?", he hisses at the sniper. Akai just tilts his head in question, lounging against the wall as if he owns the place. "You look like your own ghost."

"Ah. I was kidnapped", Akai supplies nonchalantly. He might as well have poured a bucket of ice water over Rei's head. Rei freezes, casually assaulted by a spike of fear - for the sniper, for himself. Akai's not even close to easy prey, he would know, and if they have an enemy capable of taking him out...fuck, he didn't even say anything. Rei's getting a little nauseous. The adrenaline hits, quickly ripping him out of his stupor, and blessed anger takes over. Sure, Akai seems mostly fine now, but he wasn't, and Rei didn't know a thing. No contact at all, no asking for help, no nothing. No sense of self-preservation in this asshole.

Without warning, he shoves Akai against the wall, grabs him by his sweater's collar. The sniper blinks at him. "How can you just-" walk it off? Be this calm? He doesn't even know how to finish his own thought. Rei's head is spinning. The last two weeks have been stressful already, and this is too much. There's too many questions, the how and why and when and where, but the one that escapes is: "Who did that to you?" Are they dead, he thinks, but doesn't say.

Not for the first time it looks as though those green green eyes stare right into his soul. They're too close, too bright, he'll drown if he's not careful-

And then they close, and Akai's laughing. Quietly, but Rei's so close he can feel the waves of it run through the other. Typical. Here he is, worried, and Akai's laughing at him. Rei's cheeks heat up, he's about to deck the sniper in his pretty face when Akai raises his hands placatingly. Manages, through bouts of quiet laughter: "Masumi."

Rei's spiraling thoughts grind to an abrupt halt. "What."

"My little sister?"

"I know who she is! That's not what I was asking and you know that!" Bastard.

"It was her eighteenth birthday this weekend. We celebrated."

Rei feels like he's just been sucker-punched. Are they dead, echoes in his thoughts, again. What the hell was that? He's used to anger, it's the constant companion that keeps him going, but that was simply out of proportion. Maybe the stress did get to him after all. Shit. His heart is still working double time, distributing excess adrenaline through his body. What the hell is wrong with him? No. What the hell is wrong with Akai?

Rei's fist meets the sniper's chest, unfortunately not forceful enough to cause actual damage. "Asshole. Start with that part!"

Akai's still smiling, though it's unclear whether it is at the memory or at Rei. Now that the cocktail of fear and fury and confusion is burning like acid in his stomach, Rei finds a bit of comfort in it. Crow's feet look good on Shuichi, way better than the fatigue that was etched into his face all day (though for the sake of his safety, Rei would suggest not laughing at him again anytime soon). Neither of them smile enough, not genuinely.

Rei takes in deep breaths, holding and counting, to steady himself. He's still too close - the scent that assaults him should be nauseating, but contrary to everything else in the last couple of minutes it really isn't. It's quintessentially Akai - lingering tobacco and faded-out cologne and a faint hint of coffee. He's shaken and shaking, but Shuichi is warm and steady as always, and so he closes his eyes and leans against the other, just for a moment, just for a little bit of rest. Akai goes very still next to him, his laughter fading.

"Did it have to be now?", Rei murmurs after a while, more into the sweater he's pressed his face into than the room. "Surely your family knows that this next job will be dangerous."

"They do." There's gravitas in Akai's voice, and he doesn't need to elaborate further - they both know there is a non-zero chance they don't make it out of the coming fight, even if they're careful. Akai's family works with the MI6, international collaborators for this mission; they must be aware, too. Rei fists the sweater a little tighter. Shuichi shifts, and then there's warmth all around him, pinning him in place like a butterfly.

"I wanted to be there, at least once." It's a confession, quiet in the small space they share. It speaks of selfishness, of finality, of regret for all the opportunities Shuichi has missed. Rei is all too familiar with these sentiments. He wants a lot of things, but that has never mattered, not really. His life is one of discipline and sacrifice, of all the things he ever wanted immolated on the altar of the greater good. And he gives it all, willingly, but still... Even if it was stupid, selfish, and left Akai drained, Rei is glad he still has wishes that can be fulfilled. He's not sure he could say the same about himself.

He takes a deep breath, trying to pull himself back together, and then breaks away from Akai. It's too easy, and unpleasantly colder.

The sniper's eyes are already trained on him when he dares to meet them. "Your folly can't cost us, so you better make sure to catch up on sleep." Akai raises an eyebrow, a tinge of amusement to his lips. "Hello pot." Rei's half-hearted glare isn't enough to chase the amusement from Akai's features. Fine. Maybe he has a point, but Rei sure as hell isn't going to concede it.

"Don't give me that attitude, or you can walk home. And hand over your sweater."

"That's not the one you requested-"

Lying comes as easily as breathing. "Yes, it is."

Akai looks like he wants to argue, just for the sake of it, but eventually smiles and strips out of it, tossing it at Rei (who very carefully doesn't look at how Akai's shirt rides up a bit, revealing pale skin in the process). "Thank you." Rei folds it carefully, drapes it primly over his arm.

"Alright, take that" - he points to the gift bag on the floor "and get in the car." Akai does as he's told, but can't seem to help himself, needs to get in one last jab before they leave. "Are you sure you should be driving?" As if he hasn't driven in worse conditions. Rei just grins and hightails it out of there, exactly on the verge of the speed limit.

Whatever's wrong with Akai, it might be wrong with Rei, too.

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Sweater weather AU masterpost

[luimagines]

I mean when I saw the option I had to choose this one. There's no other option. One of my absolute favorites. Especially after convincing you Sky is actually just as bad. Curious to hear your commentary. Keep being awesome!

You snapped your head in the direction of the voice with wide eyes, freezing in place like a dear in headlights. Sky sprints in our direction, slapping your hand and scattering the berries all over the forest floor. "Are you crazy?!""Sky?""Do you even know what kind of berries those are? What if they're poisonous?! You don't just eat things you find growing around you!" He's panicking. Sky paces the space you. His hands flutter all around you, touching you gently but thoughtfully. He checks your pulse, your temperature, your reaction time- he checks if you're swelling or not."Sky, I'm ok." You say after a choked minute."Are you?" He checks your forehead again, resting he back of his hand against your cheek. "Are you sure?"You hesitate to respond. He is very close right now. His nose is only inches away from yours. And his eyes- were they always that blue?You take a step back.Sky seems to catch on and gasps. "Sorry. Sorry. I wasn't paying attention. Are you feeling ok?"Truthfully, you're not but you can't let him know that. You nod. "I'm fine. I already ate one. So I think they're fine to eat. Otherwise, I might be dealing with food poisoning-" He opens his mouth to interject but you hold your hand up, stopping him."-later. I feel perfectly fine right now."He frowns. "I don't trust it.""We can bring back a twig for one of the others to try and identify it." You offer, pointing in the direction of the little bush. "I think Wild's Sheikah Slate would be able to figure something out. I saw him use it to name a few animals a while ago. Maybe it can do the same with plants."Sky doesn't seem to convinced but he can't find an argument fast enough. "...Alright. But I don't trust it. The second you start feeling well, you have to tell someone, ok?"That actually doesn't sound too appealing to you. "...Why?" You chuckle nervously. "No one has to know-""Yes, we do." Sky presses. "Otherwise no one is going to know how to properly treat you just cause you're embarrassed to be just as bad as the Champion.""In his defense, he's not that bad." You roll your eyes."Then tell Twilight what you did.""Hell no"

If you wanna read what this ask is talking about, It's right here.

Oh that one!! I'm glad you liked it. XD

Now for this one, I knew that Sky would be a mother hen of sorts so I wanted to get across how often/deeply he worries for others. As usual, I wanted to bridge Point A and Point B with some dialogue/story telling.

That being said, I couldn't help but take a stab or two at the typical chaos that we know and love because Sky is not the biggest mother hen of the group and Reader is not the most reckless. XD

[randoimago]

Hihi! I saw your thing about friends to lovers and I dig it. Maybe friends to lovers with Jean-Pierre Polnareff? Possibly takes place after sdc snd before golden wind? Polnareffs bff owns a small little shop that he visits everyday type thing? Sorry if its not a lot to work worth im bad with ideas and explaining :c

Promises Made

Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

Character(s): Jean-Pierre Polnareff

Type of Request: 3,000 Followers Oneshots

Note(s): No this is really cute!! I'm happy to write it. Also just now realized I misread the request. I thought it said Polnareff's bf (boyfriend) and not bff so that's my bad (I can fix it easily)!!

"And how is business today, mon ami?" Polnareff has a wide smile as he walks into your shop. It's a routine he's kept every day. While his personal research and work with Jotaro and the Speedwagon Foundation take up most of his time, he wants to make sure that he always has this moment to come by and see you.

You glance up from where you're sweeping the floor a bit, wanting to keep it clean and the smile that crosses your face has Polnareff smiling wider. That is another reason he makes it a routine to come and see you daily.

"Not too busy today, but it hasn't been dead, so I think it's going well," you reply and Polnareff nods as if he's hanging onto your every word.

"That's good, I wouldn't want you to be exhausted from working too hard." As if he's one to talk. After all the events in Egypt, he feels as if he hasn't had a moment to rest between finally grieving and wanting to make sure it couldn't happen again. But he doesn't tell you that, he continues to be the funny, cheery guy for you. You deserve to see him at his best. "Do you think you could step away for a moment? Just to walk with me," he asks you, wanting to do more than talk to you in your shop and potentially be interrupted by a customer coming in.

Polnareff is pleased by your smile as you walk over and put a sign on the front door, saying you'll be back in fifteen minutes. He holds his arm out for you to take, acting like he's being goofy when he really wants to use it as an excuse for you to touch him. You walk with him and it's pleasant.

As you both catch up on your day, speaking in more details than you did in the shop, Polnareff finds himself staring. He's caught himself doing that a good bit since meeting you. And despite being a hell of a romantic, he does enjoy this friendship you have. Making friends hasn't been the easiest since Egypt and he doesn't want to ruin this by being selfish.

"We should probably start to head back," you say with a bit of a disappointed sigh that causes his heart to pick up. He feels that same disappointed, but he knows how valuable your shop is to you, so he agrees as he leads you back.

You had let go of his arm at this point, which did cause a frown on his face for a split second before he covered it up. He can't help the blush as he feels your hand intertwine with his on the walk back. If he wasn't so caught up in his feelings, he would've maybe noticed that you seemed a bit flustered from doing that.

You make it back to your shop with him, hand-in-hand. No one is waiting for you to be back and you take the sign off the door as he stands around your shop, not wanting to leave, but also not wanting to just seem as if he's loitering. Thankfully, Polnareff is saved when an older woman walks in to speak with you. Perhaps a regular. He doesn't pay attention to what the two of you talk about, he doesn't want to eavesdrop... Well, he does, but he manages to refrain. That is, until the woman starts to leave and looks in Polnareff's direction this time.

"You take care of them. Don't break their heart," she says to Polnareff, causing him to freeze and be unable to respond as she leaves the shop. The slight laughter that leaves your lips brings him back as his face is also red and he notices the apologetic look on your face.

"Sorry about her, she's come by quite often just to talk. She's been like an overprotective grandma," you explain and Polnareff nods at that as he's still a bit lost in his thoughts. Eventually he bites the bullet and looks to you.

"I'd never break your heart," he promises you and surprise crosses your features at Polnareff's small confession. "I could never hurt you like that."

"I know Jean-Pierre." The way you speak his name with such tenderness causes the French man to step closer.

"If you allow me, I will make sure every day is a happy one for you. I want to show you how much love you truly deserve. I cherish this friendship we have, but please do not blame me for being a selfish man and wanting more." The romantic side in Polnareff has never left him and it feels freeing in a sense to not hold back his feelings when speaking to you.

"I guess we're both selfish then," you speak up after a moment of pause and processing. The smile that crosses Polnareff's face is wider than any you've seen before as he moves behind the front counter to pull you into a hug. Normally, you'd scold him for getting behind the front counter, but now you're just trying to breathe with how tightly he presses you to his chest. Polnareff realizes your struggling and lets you go with a brighter blush on his face as he smiles down at you.

"I promise, I will never break your heart," he says again, and you nod, giving him a smile back. "I might not be able to visit every day, but I will always come back to you." It's a dangerous thing to promise with what he intends on doing. But the promise and this new relationship with you gives him extra motivation. And he knows that he'll fight so damn hard to keep it.

[void-occupation]

another thought I had about the hells winter thing when I was supposed to be paying attention in science lol-

the bayou is unaffected by hell's weather right? well what if because the more difference there is in the two temperatures, the harder it is to keep that up?

can you imagine him having that one safe space ripped from him? all while he's desperately trying to stay warm and just coping with cabin fever in general.

or the alternative:

when a particularly freezing night hits, angel pipes up with the idea of alastors bayou, and alastor has to deal with 6 (i forgot if pentious was dead in hidden hurts or not-) other demons in this one place that was supposed to be his safe space, and also the fact that keeping certain habits, secrets, and emotions hidden gets really REALLY hard when you have no alone time for god knows how long haha.

Hazbin Winter has been floating around my head like a mosquito, THERES TOO MANY POSSIBILITY'S !!

whump angst fluff and humour galore fr lmfao

I love this, and there's definitely a way to incorporate both ideas if you'll take a moment to imagine with me:

At first, things weren't too bad. It sucked and Alastor was cold all the time, but whatever. Then Angel had the bright idea of having everyone stay in Alastor's bayou on a particularly cold night which was also...fine. It was fine. However, one night turned into two, turned into a dozen, and suddenly, Alastor didn't have his own space anymore. That sucked because that meant he had no where he felt safe enough to let his guard down except Rosie's which was out of the question. He would have just shadow-traveled, except this was a Hell winter. and Hell winters were special in that they could be felt no matter what magic was being used unless it was angelic - which Alastor's was not. But it was fine. So what if he didn't have anywhere to decompress? That didn't matter. However, it did have repercussions.

As time wore on, Alastor became a lot more irritable and defensive. Stress built up to unbearable levels, and despite his usual insistence that he was above such things, he began taking little comments (that normally wouldn't have affected him very much) to heart, and letting them hurt his feelings which he of course never told anyone. Add on the fact that he was getting more and more exhausted as the days went by and that only made things worse. He started displaying some obvious nervous ticks from tugging on his hair, to picking at his hands/clothes, to fiddling with random objects, etc.. All of the stress only made the cold affect him more and that was the last thing he needed. It became harder and harder to use his magic and maintain preexisting spells as his body used all of its energy trying to stay warm - shivering constantly and burning calories he didn't have to spare since the stress made him unable to eat.

It all came to a head on one of the rare occasions he actually had his room to himself - everyone else was watching a movie in the lobby. He was curled in one of his chairs wrapped in blankets and shaking with cold despite the bayou's warmer temperature. He could only keep it so much warmer than the outside, and it had steadily gotten colder day by day as his magic weakened. He felt weaker than ever, and honestly wasn't sure if he'd be able to leave his chair. Suddenly, he felt alarmingly empty and he watched in pure horror as his beloved bayou - his only safe haven from his dealer's watchful eyes - faded from existence. He poured all of his strength into a last desperate attempt at saving it, but his best wasn't good enough and it disappeared. He let out a wretched cry and fell to the floor in a tangled heap, but since his room was on the top floor, no one heard. He'd used the last of his strength to try and save the bayou, so he couldn't even drag himself to a sitting position. He cried silent tears over the combined stress and terror caused by losing his last safe haven entirely and ended up passing out due to exhaustion.

Since the bayou was gone, so was the temperature control, and the room steadily plunged into freezing temperatures, hastened by a previously unknown draft from one of the windows. No one knew what happened until they went up to Alastor's room only for it to be colder than the rest of the hotel, and find the bayou gone and Alastor unconscious with frozen tear tracks on his face. They quickly brought him down to the lobby to be next to the fireplace, and the only reason he didn't lose his fingers to frostbite and his life to hypothermia was because of Lucifer's angelic magic. Technically he wouldn't have died permanently, but if he'd died, he either would have regenerated outside (which would lead to him freezing to death again and repeating the process indefinitely) or in the presence of some random sinner who might take a look at a disoriented Radio Demon and decide to make history by doing him in once and for all. Either way not good odds.

Needless to say, when he woke up, Alastor. Freaked. Out. I'm talking full mental breakdown, maybe a panic attack, maybe some frantic hair-tearing, maybe crying, I don't know. All I know is that it's bad. And who can blame him? As mentioned before, the bayou was his ONLY safe haven from his master's surveillance and now he was completely vulnerable to her watchful gaze. There was no where in Hell he could escape her besides his bayou, but he can't tell any of them that, even if he wanted to. Not only that, but he's pretty much completely defenseless. He's too weak to use his magic and all he has left at his defense are his teeth and claws, which means he now has to rely on the others for shelter, heat, and defense. This of course only makes his stress shoot up exponentially and everyone starts getting super concerned, but he straight-up can't tell them why he's so paranoid. Completely awful all around.

that's all I have for now, hope you enjoyed this word vomit. My computer powered off halfway through and deleted all of it and I wanted to cry, but it's done now lol

[princess-of-the-corner]

Gosh seeing PMMM AU's via time travel reminds me of this one idea I had.

Homura wakes up, seems like a regular, familiar timeline.

She goes through the motions, the habits, the familiar parts.

She barely pays attention to anything outside her narrow purview.

Until she gets to school & the receptionist clicks their tongue at her ring.

"I thought we were meant to be told when someone new was assigned here. Go check out the club room on the top floor."

(or something like that XD)

Confused she goes along with it and finds herself freezing at the name on the door.

"Puella Magi - Mitakihara Branch #1!"

Things she'd been ignoring or glossing over, certain looks or comments, idle chatter overheard, flashes of posters & recordings all come roaring to the forefront of Homura's mind.

Then the door opens with a click and she's greeted by a smiling Madoka who already made a contract.

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Long story short, this is a timeline where someone's sister or friend died heroically as a magical girl & so their successor wished that everyone would know what heroes the magical girls are.

This led to the masquerade being pulled back, violently.

Suffice to say, Witches suddenly being visible to the public eye and more, leaving their domains to attack causes no end of shock, horror and chaos.

One of the first major reported cases (In Japan at least) was Tomoe Mami defending and saving hundreds, including some noted media personalities as a witch descended on a public park.

She wasn't the only one to do such things of course, but it did give her a very public and uncomplicated heroic debut compared to some magical girls. Especially as her demeanor and manner makes it easy for her to be well liked compared to some rough around the edges types.

(Oriko Mikuni is also of noted importance)

Anyway, chaos spread as awareness grew with some areas or countries not doing so hot & others processing things very well. The truth regarding the Incubators came out and oh boy, did that cause problems; & briefly saw them outright banished from the planet.

Now they are back but are contained to diplomatic agencies & pretty much universally hated but still needed to deal with the problems they created, ala Witches, Familiars & some new critters that popped up that they didn't plan on.

Japan was one of the countries that bounced back rather well, so Puella Magi are largely regarded very positively. Though be it in a "I hope my daughter doesn't become one, its so dangerous" kind of way, with many becoming celebrities.

Mami is a major face for their loosely organized association that collaborates with the government to ensure Puella Magi can live normal lives & defend their communities & get enough support to avoid stuff like turning into Witches.

The Incubators are also not meant to create new, unsanctioned magical girls, so Homura is kind of as giant red flag, save that the Incubators also have no fucking clue where she came from.

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Aside, but Homura freaks out about Madoka, gets pulled back by magical girl Hitomi & basically tries to fucking bolt with them in hot pursuit.

(She shot Hitomi in the leg but it didn't take & Homura got punched through a window over it)

Mami was in town & helped them orchestrate an ambush after observing Homura's powers for a bit. Did some quick PR & then left with a bound up Homura to go raise merry hell with the Incubators.

There'd be a brief cut to Sayaka & Kyoko at their own local branch being like, "What the fuck is today right?"

Sadly I never got much further than that with planning.

Gods sorry for the massive submission XD

Oh that's fucking WILD I love it

[a-crimson-dawn]

Merilliam May 2023 - Day #1 - Realisations

It was a baffling find.

Knowing a person who had only recently betrayed you happened to hold feelings for someone you were related to, that was.

They'd all been sat down at "The Dreavy Hinker" - Sukehiro's idea, naturally -, the men at one table, the women chattering at another. Being the conversations hadn't interested them, the men did not pay much attention, only occasionally trying to sneak a subtle peek at the other table. (Purely out of professional reasons, of course!)

Awkward as they all were, rarely interacting with one another beyond work, it was decided the safest topic of conversation would, in fact, be work. Something which Sukehiro must have found terribly boring because he seemed to make a drinking game out of it and which prompted the Ripper man to try and provoke the rest of the captains at every turn. The Boismortier lad seemed so distracted he'd settled for doodling pictures of some young woman he must have liked in his journal, and, surprisingly enough, not even Vangeance was paying much attention.

Every now and again he'd blink and ask "I'm sorry, what?" or "I didn't catch that, sorry," or "I um… yes…" with all the conviction of someone who had no idea what question they were even answering.

All in all, the evening was going swell, and clearly, no one was desperate to leave the gathering.

A gathering which, naturally, Julius had organised.

Because of course he had. (Hell would freeze over before Nozel would suggest such a frivolous waste of time.)

Regardless, William Vangeance - a person whose "distractions" had lead to mass destruction before - was currently distracted. So could you really blame Nozel for being ever so slightly - or very - paranoid? When his cousin's cousin caught his gaze it was apparent he was not the only one with such opinions and so, they made a point to quietly investigate it. Subtly. Without -

"So, Vangeance, you got a crush or something?" Great. Of course Sukehiro couldn't keep his mouth shut or his mind on the topic if it would kill him not to. "'Cause… you seem to be more interesting in the ladies than our… enlightening conversation…"

A conversation the foreigner himself wasn't even paying attention to!

… Although, he had to admit, there might have been some truth to it, since Vangeance's cheeks seemed to turn a little red. Wasn't from the alcohol either - for once he didn't seem to order whatever Yami had, and so was almost certainly sober.

"Ahaha… my apologies," he responded, nervously. He entirely avoided the question, though. "What was it that you were saying about increasing security?" he turned his attentions to the captains of the Crimson Lion Kings and Silver Eagles. The colour had faded and it was as though he'd never been distracted in the first place. Yet…

"You're not still fantasizing about Sisgoleon are you?" Now Yami had Nozel's full attention. Fantasizing? About Mereoleona???

Faintly he could hear the sound of coughing and spluttering and turned to find a surprisingly inelegant version of Vangeance choking over his juice.

"I-" Cough. "-wouldn't say-" Cough, cough. "- fantasizing…" Cough. Wheeze.

Once the coughing fit was over and he seemed to regain some self-control, Vangeance twirled the juice glass in his hand, looking down at it instead of anyone at the table. "I respect her as a warrior…" he spoke under his breath, clearly no more convinced of that being the only reason for his distract than anyone else there.

Except maybe Kaiser. "Well, I suppose she is an admirable woman," the older man conceded.

"Oh, sure… she's good in a fight…" Yami drawled, nodding. "And I'm sure she's also good in -"

"Please do not speak so crassly about my sister, Sukehiro. Least of all in front of my face, it makes my drink taste sour," Fuegoleon cut him off.

"I agree," Nozel made a point of glaring at Yami.

"Ohoho, I on the other hand would love to know what else this man believes I'm good in,~" a voice boomed, and he could practically hear his relative grin as she approached the table.

At this point, Yami's cocky attitude turned a rigid after he'd flinched at the woman's voice.

"Mereoleona, do not encourage his perverted ideas." He was not about to listen to talks on anyone's sex-life, especially not in a public space. If he was going to talk about sex, it would not be here or with this particular collective of people. There were definitely more ideal people to talk about such intimate things…

And they would never be so crass about it.

"Aw, Nozel-dear.~"

Apparently the ideal person had overheard their conversation too. Great.

"No need to be so shy about physical intimacy. After all, we're all adults here - and I'm sure Yami-dear only has the highest praise for Mereoleona skills in the area of -"

"Lady Unsworth, do not mistake this man's crass words for respect. It is obvious he has zero respect for women," a cold voice huffed, and it was apparent then that even Captain Charlotte had overheard. Wonderful.

Sukehiro shot the woman a grin. "Hmm… I didn't see you complaining about my crassness and lack of respect for woman yesterday…"

Not caring to know about the implications, he instead look to Dorothy. "I am not being shy, Lady Unsworth. I have no desire to speak of such things in public. I was sure you would have guessed as much by now…" He was royalty, after all; he had much more dignity and self-respect than that!

By the time this back and forth had finished, it seemed Vangeance had vacated his seat, sneaking off somewhere.

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Finally things had resolved themselves. Sukehiro was chasing after the Roselei woman with his own clumsy apologies, Kaiser claimed it was past bedtime for him (and probably had more interest in being around his wife than them), Rill had gotten so drunk he passed out at the table (they would likely have to take him to his headquarters, but for now the two royals figured they could make use of the peace and quiet) and Vangeance was still nowhere to be seen.

"I didn't think he would have such feelings… for my sister no less," Fuegoleon began awkwardly. "Well… I suppose he was always reserved."

If Sukehiro were to be believed, Vangeance wasn't particularly subtle about his sentiments. So apparently, everyone, including the man's crush herself, had just been completely blind to his constant excuses to be around Mereoleona in any capacity and the other small hints. Not like he would have known about the comic incident, though….

The comic incident, for anyone unacquainted with the event, was a moment in time during the Grey Deer years, when Sukehiro - being the upstanding member of society - had hoarded a particular genre of graphic novels (also referred to as "manga" - that were targeted at the adult audience. They were absolutely filled with obscenities and filth, and yet, he had to admit even he'd once fallen for the dark haired man's goading. So occasionally, a fellow magic knight would hesitantly borrow a book - with some returning for more.

As it happened, Vangeance fell for it too, and - according to Sukehiro's claims, anyway - chose specifically one involving red haired woman that didn't look too different from Mereoleona and just so happened to have a more dominant personality. Sukehiro, apparently teased Vangeance for this "coincidence" and the younger man had denied it, however, considering all the other hints, even Nozel had to admit it was rather suspicious.

Even so, at the time, he'd had no idea.

"… Yes, reserved…" And from there, Nozel couldn't help but feel a little bitter.

The same reservation had Vangeance ignoring his responsibilities and not informing the magic knights of a terrorist right under their noses. The same reservation had cost lives. It was a confusing reminder, but a reminder nevertheless.

"Well, I suppose at the end of the day it is up to my sister whom she does or does not see…" Fuegoleon swirled the wine in his glass.

"Hmm…" But for it to potentially be a traitor?

"… and, it is not as though we know whether she reciprocates those feelings or not," he reasoned.

Nozel figured there was only one way to find out. "Perhaps we ought to ask her." Besides, the straightforward way seemed to work well enough for Vangeance, so, for a straightforward woman like Mereoleona, it would surely work just fine. Not like they could hide it - if simpler, the woman wasn't daft, she was perfectly observant in her own right.

The red haired captain cleared his throat and nodded, seeming to hesitate, as he looked to Boismortier. "Perhaps first we should…"

Well, yes, it would be a bad idea to leave the young man lying around in a tavern. Nozel nodded.

"By the way, you don't happen to have feelings towards Lady Unsworth?" The red haired male asked as he lifted Boismortier.

Taken aback by the sudden question, Nozel stomach twisted. He couldn't very well have the world knowing about his affairs of the heart. Not now, not in the world they lived in. It would only put the lady in danger and would surely affect his reputation or…

"You need not answer if…"

"I apologise for -"

The two of them looked around to find Vangeance re-entering the building, only to look down to Boismortier with a frown.

"He's drunk and unconscious, not dead," Nozel figured he'd clarify.

"Ah…"

Ah, indeed. They wound up standing in silence for a few moments.

"Well, I suppose since you're here, you could make your intentions towards my sister clear to us," Fuegoleon said after a while.

William bit his lip. "I'm sorry- I know it's wrong of me, after everything I have done…" his gaze trailed from the fire mage's arm to the floor. That was as good a confirmation as any, as far as Nozel was concerned. "I-I wish I could change this, but… I can't."

The atmosphere quickly grew uncomfortable, Nozel's insides squirming, telling him to get out of there. He was never good with emotions and clearly, Vangeance and Fuegoleon weren't the best either, considering none of them could hold eye contact right about now.

"If it is any consolation, I doubt my feelings are mutual…" the masked man let out a self-deprecating laugh.

"So… you and my sister are not together?"

Vangeance shook his head. "I doubt that is even a possibility." Beyond the man being a traitor, there was the simple fact that, while well-liked and a noble, he was not a high ranking noble. (A high ranking knight, perhaps, but…) He might have been a lord, but then, so could anyone with a bit of land to their name, or with sufficient merit… and no one really knew of any Vangeance house. It would therefore not do for the two of them to marry - royalty only married into either royalty or the creme de la creme of noble society. And that wasn't where Vangeance came from. Besides, Mereoleona did make it clear she would only get with someone who was strong enough not to die in a deathmatch, the implications of which, considering she was a straightforward person… did not bode well for someone like Vangeance who had different romantic aspirations, clearly.

(Then again, perhaps that statement had come from a moment of obsessive desire to find someone to give her a proper fight… and maybe she didn't mean it as literally as they'd all thought. Still, that did not suggest she would want to be with Vangeance, of all people.)

Fuegoleon and Nozel looked between each other, with the latter hoping the former would say something, because the awkwardness only seemed to grow.

Fortunately, there would be no need for that.

"I can take Rill to the Azure Deer headquarters," the youngest offered, looking to the young man in Fuegoleon's arms. "I did reside there once, so I know where it is… and I am sure the two of you must be tired?"

He seemed almost hopeful for it, though Nozel wasn't really sure why that would be the case. If he were optimistic - like Fuegoleon - he might chalk it up to a desire to make up for his past actions. However, Nozel Silva was nothing if not a cynic.

Even so, his relative seemed to nod. "That would be… nice…"

Just when he didn't think it could get anymore awkward. Still, taking Rill with him, William disappeared.

Once more it was just the two of them… now with a confirmation of their suspicions. And nothing else to talk about. And no, he was not about to talk about his own… romantic interests…

"How the hell does Vangeance claim to know what is and isn't a possibility as though he knows both of us?" a voice exclaimed and the two men whipped round to find that someone had clearly been listening to their conversation the whole time.

When in the world did Mereoleona of all people learn to be this stealthy?

"Maybe you should be asking him that, sister?" Fuegoleon said in an exasperated tone that betrayed nowhere near enough surprise to encourage confidence in Nozel that the two of them hadn't planned this together somehow.

Dammit. He almost felt tempted to drink right now. If only Sukehiro didn't insist that he was an emotional drunk.

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A/N - Okay, so I'm a little over six hours late with my first entry, but hey, I did a thing!

[lostinmyhidingplace]

Where to hide?

I think the worse part of it all is that I can't confront the situation because I'm not sure if it even happened. It took me weeks to recognize that something sinister had happened. It took retelling the story to others and trying to make a self deprecating joke about it and being met with pity. And the V word. I hate that word. I want to be known for the things I've done, not the things that have been done to me. I've always pictured my name next to words like Writer, Actor, Director, Socialite. Titles that made people look at me with pride, with envy, maybe even with hate but never with pity. And the worst part of it is there's nowhere to go from here if I don't know what happened for certain. And I'll never know. Which means that no matter how good of a day I have, how much I accomplish, how far I go.. it'll be there. The unanswered questions haunting me. I've always been a big drinker, why did I black out after 3 drinks? I hadn't ate much that day, how long was I on his bathroom floor throwing up for? Where did my tampon go? The craziest thing is that I saw him one more time after that and he kissed me and my body froze. And I tried to pull away and he wouldn't let me so I just stood there frozen. I didn't abruptly end it out of fear that it would turn violent. I figured it would just be easier to endure it. Why would I force myself to see him again if he did something horrible to me? Questions that didn't even really occur to me until I told my friend the story in between laughs and her laughter slowly muffled and then inevitably came to a halt. And once I finally made peace with the fact that I would never know and I just needed to move on with my life. And I had, burying it deep inside me and creating more layers of interesting and funny of myself that it would be impossible to unearth. There he was. 4 years later. In a drunk crowded bar I had my sunglasses on and was dancing with my eyes closed. Feeling alive. And when I opened my eyes there he was staring at me. And I felt sick again. So I tried to hide, figured the club was big enough for the two of us. And instead I accidentally walked myself into a corner where it was just the two of us. And at first this motherfucker pretended not to know me. So I played along. And he said "Hi I'm ____ and you look so familiar" I avoided eye contact with him and said nope don't think so. He sits next to me and after a few questions he fakes an epiphany and says "I do know you, we went on a few dates a while back". And I try and pretend not to remember while trying my hardest to scoot over. Looking for my friend. Praying and pleading to any God that may or may not have existed that she would come out of the bathroom to save me. That anyone would walk by and take me out of this hell. And then he puts his hand on my leg, much further up than I would've ever let a stranger. And my heart stops. And again I just fucking freeze. I don't do anything. It feels like I'm across the room watching myself. And as he touches my leg he says "We should hang out again. And watch Bob's Burgers, that's still your favorite right?" The man who I went on 3 dates with over 4 years ago and "Allegedly" wasn't sure who I was but could remember my favorite thing. Like it belonged to him and not me. And suddenly those layers of interesting and funny I had built for myself just melted away and the only thing I was left with was unanswered questions. "We're going to hang out again" was the most terrifying and threatening sentence I had ever heard. He pulls out his phone and ask me to give my number. Thinking I'm slick I pull out my phone and say "No give me yours and I'll call you." Dying for this interaction to fucking end, I'm not paying attention to what he's doing on my phone. Of course he calls himself. He finally lifts his hand off my leg and I realize I've been holding my breath this whole time. I exhale. I see him two more times that night and his over familiar tone and body language with me made me want to dig my nails into my wrists.