#fetch me my fainting couch

[see-arcane]

In which there is plenty of symbolism and no safety in the moonlight, even for the undead.

Time for another update!

As The Vampyres continues waiting in the virtual line in the copyright office, I have a little something to share. A couple somethings.

The website, scrawny thing that it is, is up! The site’s name is seearcanescribbles.com. Minor warning for scopophobia because—well. You’ll See. 👁

I’ve been dancing around these folks for a bit, but now I’ve got a sweet little review, a foreword that makes me wish I could do a cartwheel, and a thumbs-up about name-dropping. So, I guess now’s a good time to say:

Dracula Daily’s Matt Kirkland gave me the best 20 words I’ve ever read and they’ll have a home on the book’s cover.

@re-dracula's Tal Minear’s foreword almost disintegrated me into my base elements and swept me out of my coffin because it made me too happy to maintain my cadaverous shape.

I am excited and afraid and ecstatic. Which I guess is fitting for the New Year weekend. I'm going to go pass out about it now.

[whiskeyswifty]

For the LOVE of GOD hello!!!!!!!!!

[the-breath-in-air]

People were complaining this show isn't sexy enough...

Meanwhile, episode 5 opens with what can only be described as a moment of intimacy.

And Daniel did not sign up to watch vampire porn. Sorry, Daniel, I can't relate.

[whore-ibly-hot]

How does Mr Crinch react when y/n wants to sleep with him bc y/n can’t get comfortable enough to fall asleep?

(I love your boarding school series and I can’t wait for more❤️)

Knocking on Mr. Crinch's door isn't how you expected to spend your evening, but... you just didn't feel comfortable alone in your room. Harrison was out tonight, he had a game, and you hate sleeping in the dorm room after all that's happened and his happening with the guys at the school.

You don't particularly like the strict Latin teacher, but you know under his watch nothing bad is going to happen, and he's also the only person you know who'd be up this late, his light is on still, seeping through the crack under his door.

"Enter." A cold voice calls out, and you slowly push into the office. The mahogany walled room smells of ink and parchment. You swallow harshly and try to look down at your slippers as he gazes up from his page, a hint of suprise.

"Well, the academy's most popular problem child. Why've you come to my office this late, confessing another scheme or truancy?" He asks. He's always been suspicious of you, especially because he sees how Evan tracks you and you fool around with Pez and Tyler. His information comes from Carter, and it's not flattering.

"I couldn't sleep." You blurt out, then cringe at how it sounded, like a child with a nightmare. "I'm worry, I mean, I can't-" you try to explain. "Harrison, he's out, and he's my roommate and I just can't, I can't-"

He sighs and drops down his pen, rolling his eyes and glancing away up at you. He pushes back some of his dark locks. "Quit your whimpering, I'm trying to practice the calligraphy sheets for the next lesson." He motions to the fainting couch beside his office. You look confused, and he rolls his eyes again. "Go. Lay down, I'll fetch you a blanket and pillow in a moment to keep you comfortable."

You're suprised at how dismissive yet willing his is to allow you to stay here. You nod, and lay against the couch. After a few minutes of listening to pen on parchment, he goes to fetch a blanket and pillow, and soon he's laid out comfortably. You snuggle down, but his hand remains on your hip over the blanket. "Is this better?" He asks, voice caring and eyes softer than usual. You nod, unsure what to say.

"If you ever... ever feel one of these-" he pauses. "Boys," he spits. "Is mistreating you, you will tell me. You will tell me and it will be dealt with. I give you my word."

You look up, and the intensity in his eyes worries you, but you just smile as best you can. "Thank you, sir." You say, and he slides his hand up to push your cheek to the pillow. "Rest." He asserts, and as he returns to his desk you're in such a haze of sleep, you don't see the way he dims the lights and shields his desk candle from view of your sleeping form.

[songbirdseung]

sleeping / en- maknae line 🤍

sunoo

Heeseung tiptoed into the living room, careful not to make a sound. The dim glow of the table lamp cast a warm, golden hue across the room, revealing the peaceful scene before him. There, sprawled across the couch, was Sunoo fast asleep. What caught Heeseung off guard, however, was the sight of you curled up beside him.

You had been visiting for the weekend, and it seemed like a late-night movie marathon had taken its toll on both of you. Sunoo was now snuggled up with you, his head resting on your shoulder and a content smile playing on his lips while he's sleeping. As if he was having a dream with you in it.

Heeseung couldn't help but smile at the sight. Sunoo and you had been dating for a while now, and the relationship was a heartwarming blend of laughter and affection. As Heeseung approached the couch, he noticed you were still awake, your eyes fixed on Sunoo's sleeping face, fingers gently brushing through his hair.

"Hey," Heeseung whispered, causing you to jump slightly.

"Oh, Heeseung," You whispered back, eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and relief. "You scared me. I thought you were asleep."

Heeseung shook his head, chuckling softly. "Nah, I was just in the kitchen. I wanted to grab a snack, but I didn't want to disturb you two. You guys look adorable together."

You blushed, your cheeks taking on a faint rosy hue. "Thank you," you murmured. "I can't help but watch him sleep sometimes. He's just so peaceful."

Heeseung nodded in understanding. "I get it. He's a bundle of energy during the day, but he looks like an angel when he's asleep."

Jungwon

After a long and exhausting day at school, you finally return home, feeling drained both physically and mentally. The weight of your backpack feels heavier with each step you take, and all you can think about is getting into your comfortable pajamas and starting your nightly routine.

As you quietly enter your bedroom, you're startled by an unexpected sight. There, peacefully asleep on your bed, lies your boyfriend Jungwon. His usually vibrant and energetic self is now peacefully nestled under your cozy blankets, looking completely worn out. You can't help but smile at the surprise.

You tiptoe closer to your bed, careful not to wake him. Gently, you reach out and tuck the stray strands of hair away from his peaceful face, admiring the way his eyelashes cast delicate shadows on his cheeks.

With the utmost care, you pull the covers up to his shoulders, making sure he's snug and comfortable. A small, contented sigh escapes his lips, and you can't help but find it endearing.

You decide to go the extra mile to make sure he's comfortable. You fetch a glass of water and place it on your bedside table, just within his reach when he wakes up.

Before you leave him to rest, you lean down and press a gentle kiss to his forehead. "Sleep well, my love," you whisper, your voice full of tenderness. Jungwon shifts slightly but remains blissfully asleep.

With that, you finally go about your nightly routine. You change into your comfiest pajamas, wash your face, and start winding down from the busy day. You can't help but glance back at Jungwon from time to time, feeling grateful for his surprise visit.

Ni-Ki

"Y/N, are you sure I can't sleep on the couch?" Ni-ki asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

"Ni-ki, you don't have to sleep on the couch. I promise the bed is big enough for both of us. Besides, I'd rather have you here with me."

He hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond. The idea of sharing a bed made his heart race, but he didn't want to make you uncomfortable. "Are you sure it's okay? I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

You reached out and gently took his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Ni-ki, it's more than okay. I want you here with me. We can sleep comfortably together."

Ni-ki finally relented, a grateful smile crossing his face. "Alright, if you're sure."

You led him to your bedroom, where the soft glow of a bedside lamp filled the room with a warm and cozy ambiance. The two of you changed into your pajamas and climbed into bed. As you settled under the covers, Ni-ki lay down hesitantly on his side of the bed.

But as the minutes passed, you noticed him shifting uncomfortably. You couldn't help but chuckle softly at his adorable shyness. "Ni-ki," you whispered, "you don't have to be so far away. Come closer if you want."

His eyes met yours, and he seemed relieved by your words. Slowly, he edged closer until he was lying beside you, his arm tentatively draping over your waist. You could feel the tension in his body start to ease as he got used to the idea of sharing the bed.

As you both settled in, the warmth of his presence next to you was comforting. You turned to face him, and he met your gaze with a soft, affectionate smile. Without a word, he snuggled closer, his head resting on your shoulder, and you wrapped your arm around him, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest as he drifted into a peaceful sleep.

[kentofic]

The orange peel theory - gn!reader x Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro Megumi, Nanami Kento, & Gojo Satoru

You learn about the orange peel theory online and decide to covertly try it out on your man.

pure fluff. slight suggestiveness for satoru. yuuji & megumi in their 20s in my mind’s eye. inspo pics n videos linked here n there. is this trend already ancient? yes. has this been done before? of course. but that has yet to stop me. enjoy!!

🍊 Yuuji

“Hey baby,” you start, watching your boyfriend from across the kitchen table, “I kind of feel like an orange.”

Yuuji puts his chin in his hand as his eyebrows scrunch together with thought before saying, “Y’know, now that you mention it, I kind of feel like a tomato.”

You blink at him, processing, before bursting into laughter, doubling over with the force of it.

“What?? What’s so funny?” Yuuji demands, surprised and a little offended.

“I meant like, I want an orange, babe—like I feel like eating an orange,” you giggle, wiping tears of mirth from your eyes. Yuuji perks up at that.

“Oh, we’ve got oranges! Lemme get one for you,” he says brightly, leaping up to fetch one. He swipes one from the fruit bowl and presents it proudly to you, arm outstretched.

“What if I said I don’t feel like peeling it?” you grin, tilting your head at him.

Without missing a beat, Yuuji says, “Then I’ll peel it for you! I can cut it, juice it—I can even sauté it. Whatever you want, baby.” Yuuji tosses the fruit up in the air and catches it with ease before flashing you a bright smile.

“Aw, thank you, baby,” you laugh. You pull him in by the waist so you can press sweet kisses all over his cheeks.

Yuuji happily peels the orange for you as you watch him with a smile. He manages to get the peel off in one long, continuous piece, which he dangles for you proudly. He splits the orange in half and gives you the larger half. You eat the fruit together, getting sticky sweet juice all over your fingers.

🍊 Megumi

“You know what I’m in the mood for?” you prompt, peering at Megumi from the other side of the couch. You try not to look like you’re up to something.

Megumi glances up from his phone to look at you. You have the vague sense that he’s clocked you, but if he has, his expression betrays nothing. “What?”

“An orange.” You blink at him expectantly.

“….Okay,” he says after a beat, “Then have an orange. You bought some yesterday, didn’t you?”

“I did,” you sigh dramatically, letting your eyes close as you sag against the cushions of the couch. “But I don’t feel like peeling one.”

You wait for Megumi’s response as you feign laziness, your eyes still shut. When nothing comes, you crack an eye open to find he’s not even looking at you, just scrolling through his phone again. You scoff loudly to let him know you’re very offended at being ignored.

“If you want something, you gotta use your words,” he says without looking up.

You stick your bottom lip out in a pout. “You’re no fun, ‘gumi.”

He glances over at you, one eyebrow raised, his expression otherwise unchanging.

“…Fine,” you relent, softening your pout to a beseeching look. “Will you peel an orange for me, please?”

He looks at you a second longer before exhaling and pushing himself off the couch. “Was that so hard?” he hums, the ghost of a smile on his lips.

You stick your tongue out at him, and he retaliates by ruffling your hair as he passes you on his way to the kitchen. He grabs an orange from the fridge before plopping back down next to you.

“Thanks, ‘gumi,” you grin, feeling pleased with yourself. You snuggle up against him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“So spoiled,” he mumbles as he starts peeling, his ears turning a faint shade of pink.

Megumi carefully pulls the peel away from the fruit, saving the bottom piece for the orange to rest on. He pulls out the fibrous middle and gently parts the segments before handing it to you to eat. He watches silently as you enjoy your snack, and he lets you poke the occasional piece between his lips as repayment for his services.

🍊 Kento

“Honey, I’m hungry,” you hum, surreptitiously glancing over at your husband before looking back at your phone.

Kento looks up from his book and checks his watch with a flick of his wrist. “It’s only four, but I can start dinner now. I bought steak and potatoes yesterday. And I can toss together a quick salad too. How does that sound, sweetheart?” he offers, rising from his armchair and stretching his arms.

Damn, it sounds delicious. But you’re on a mission to get him to peel an orange, so you have to decline.

“I don’t know, I kind of want something lighter,” you hedge, trying not to give yourself away with your expression.

Kento raises an eyebrow at you as he leans against the armrest of his chair. He makes a soft, pensive sound as he thinks. “Then how about I go pick something up from the bakery down the street? I can get you a casse-croute or a pastry to tide you over until dinner.”

You bite your lip, trying not to smile. Kento’s so sweet, you can’t help but feel delight fizz up in you, even if you’re trying to steer him in a different direction.

“I dunno, I think I just want, like, a snack,” you say, your voice wavering with the giggles you’re fighting to contain.

Kento’s expression shifts, his eyes narrowing with suspicion, and you know you’ve been caught. You flatten your lips into a line as you try to hold back your grin. He crosses his arms over his chest as a wry smile pulls at his lips.

“If you already know what you want to eat, why don’t you go ahead and tell me, my love. No need for games,” he says, his expression caught between fond and stern.

“…Can you peel me an orange?” you ask sheepishly, giving him an apologetic grin.

He lets out a soft sigh as he pushes off from the armrest. He approaches where you’re curled up on the couch and presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“Of course I can.”

Kento tests each orange in the fridge with a gentle squeeze to find the one that’s perfectly ripe. He cuts it into precise, even slices and brings it to you on a little plate. He returns to his book, but he watches you over the edge of the pages, a barely-there, satisfied smile on his lips as you enjoy the fruit.

🍊 Satoru

“Y’know what I’m craving right now?” you prompt, your eyes flitting over to Satoru lazing on the couch. He perks up immediately, a stupid grin spreading across his face.

“My di—”

“An orange,” you interrupt him, your expression deadpan. He pouts for a moment, lolling his head back against the cushions, but he brightens again as an idea strikes him. He leans over to rustle through a plastic bag full of convenience store snacks, and he emerges with a bright package of fruity candy.

“Here, I have some orange gummies! Don’t confuse them with the mango ones though,” he says, tossing it to you. You catch the package on instinct, but you shake your head as you set it down on the coffee table.

“I want a real orange, Satoru. Y’know, the fruit. With nutrients. I bought a couple yesterday.”

“Ah, I ate those already.”

You blink at him, your eyebrow twitching. Sensing your displeasure, Satoru throws his hands up in a placating gesture.

“In my defense, you didn’t tell me they were yours.”

“…Since when do you eat anything other than sweets?” you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“They were sweet,” he says wistfully. Your grimace deepens, and he laughs.

“Relax, baby. I’ll replace them. I’m ordering some right now,” he says, tapping away at his phone as he places the delivery order.

Twenty minutes later, Satoru hops up to answer the door and returns with a paper bag. He drops two enormous, beautiful oranges into your lap, each one wrapped in delicate foam netting. The stickers on the fruit are black and gold, which you imagine signals their luxury quality. You turn an orange over in your hand, amazed.

“This is the fanciest orange I’ve ever seen. How much did this cost?”

“I dunno, I didn’t check. I just got the best looking ones,” Satoru says idly, tearing into a package of cookies he ordered for himself and popping one in his mouth.

“Well, thank you.” You extend the orange in his direction. “Will you peel it for me, ‘toru?”

Satoru grins and swallows the food in his mouth. “Sure. Anything for you, baby.” He dusts the crumbs from his hands and grabs the orange from you. “Plus, I wouldn’t want you tiring out those pretty little hands peeling fruit. Not when they can be put to much better use,” he says with an exaggerated wink. He bursts into laughter when you shove him.

Satoru pulls back the peel in a bizarre shape with five strange appendages. You eventually realize he’s made it into the vague shape of a man. It’s cute for a second, until he shimmies the fruit out while leaving the fibrous white middle dangling between the legs of the orange peel man. He laughs heartily at his attempt at a dick joke. You groan and snatch your orange back from him, and he immediately whines that he wants some.

a/n: i tricked you all with my smut and now present to you… fluff. i’m sorry i’ve misled you LOL. just needed to kick this outta my drafts. more smut is on the way <3 and as always, my ask is open for ideas/requests !!

[hunnitastic]

🩹~Tend to your wound~🩹

||Wally Darling x GN!Reader||

(Work can also be found on my ao3. Art used for fanfic done by @/partycoffin )

[I'd be happy to take any requests as well! Shoot me an ask anytime]

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It was a nice relaxing sunny day in the neighborhood. The sun was shining bright, the sky painted a beautiful sky blue, fluffy white clouds slowly drifting above. Your friends had invited you out to play at the park. You gladly accepted their invitation as you haven't left your house for the past couple of days. Surely it wouldn't hurt to get some sunlight and play with your friends right?

After walking around your house spending some time trying to find your favorite ball you use to play fetch with barnaby, this found it hiding underneath your couch. You grabbed it and brushed the dust off. you quickly ran outside and headed straight to the park. You were running so fast you didn't even notice that deep hole in the ground coming straight your way. And in the blink of an eye the tip of your foot dragged against the deep hole sending you to plummet straight to the ground. But before you could break for impact, a big pair of light blue fuzzy colored paws grabbed hold of your arms bringing you straight back to your feet.

"Whoa there (y/n)! There's no need to be in such a hurry. The park isn't that far buddy!" Barnaby chuckled and slapped your back. You grimaced at the sudden slap but smiled seeing the rest of your friends where already here but, your friend Wally Darling was missing from the group.

You wondered where he could be. It wasn't like him to be late for a get together...how odd.

You stared at the ground for a slight minute. A faint frown painted your face wondering if wally was to ever show up. But you have the whole day after all There! 'Just be patient (y/n). He probably had something important to do' you thought to yourself before shaking the negative thoughts out of your head as you and the rest of the gang proceeded to walk to the park together.

There was Julie with a picnic basket happily swinging back and forth in her hands as she skipped her way to the park. Finding the perfect spot near a field of flowers Julie began to set up the picnic. She layed out a large red and white checkered blanket and set out the plates, cups and forks. "Hey Julie do you need any help?" You asked as you plopped down on the grass setting your ball beside you. "Hi (y/n)! I sure could use some help thank you for asking! Could you please organize the plates and cups and math them with the correct color?" You nodded with a smile and did exactly as asked. You organized the colorful plates and cups with their respective matching colors. They even had the names of everyone from the neighborhood. You even had your own plate as well! And it was your favorite color too. 'Julie is such a good friend' you thought as you smiled sweetly, staring at the plate a little longer before setting it down.

You glanced over to look at the surprisingly large amount of food Julie had packed. Small sandwiches, gelatin for who you assume is for frank, (your favorite food/snack) oh boy you couldn't wait to dig in! Some apples for wally and a comedically large 3 tier cake. Its colorful frosting surely would catch anyone's attention. It was a bit odd but it was nice to look at. It looked yummy too.

After the 2 of you were done setting up the picnic you got up and grabbed your ball. "Hey barnaby! Wanna play some catch?" You hollered watching barnaby quickly run towards you at lightning speed. "You bet I do! You get any better at throwing? Last time we played you threw it so close it felt more like I was picking the ball that up you kept dropping. It was really boring." the dog joked grinning at the offended look on your face. "I was just tired that day!" You huffed and stomped your foot. "And just so you know I'm most definitely better at throwing things now! So you better get ready!" You huffed some more before taking a few steps back while you watched Barnaby take a few steps back as well. "Ok! HERE I GOOOOO!" you yelled as you threw the ball high into the air watching as it traveled in the sky.

Perhaps...you might have thrown it a little too far. It doesn't seem like barnaby could catch it in time. And it looks like the ball is headed right towards wallys house.

Oh you poor silly fool!

Closing your eyes shut and slapping your hands over your face you were prepared to gear the shattering of glass breaking from a window. But..there was no such sound. What happened? Did the ball fly over the house instead? Removing your hands and slowly opening your eyes you saw a familiar blue hair individual walking your way tossing a certian ball up and down in right hand while his other rested behind his back. 

It was wally...

Your heart started to skip a beat, your face becoming flushed and hot, and your hands started to get sweaty.

Oh- did I forget to mention you had certian feelings for your kind dear neighbor wally? What was there to not like about this man? He was a kindly spoken gentlemen. Sure he could be a little empty headed at times but that's what you loved about him.

If only you had the courage to tell him how you really feel.

If...

O n ly...

You swallowed the saliva that gathered in your mouth and waved at wally as he aproched you. "Hello (y/n), looking for this?" He spoke in his usual calm soft voice. He held up the ball. You sheepishly nodded your head. Embarrassed at the fact you almost threw that ball straight into wallys house. "U-uh yes. Sorry about that-" you mumbled. Struggling to find the right words to say. Smiling, wally softly grabbed ahold of your hand and placed the ball in your palm and cupped his hand over yours. Looking straight into your eyes wally tilted his head to the side, his smile never leaving his face. "You should be more careful neighbor. It'd be a shame for you to lose your favorite ball." He whispered.

You wanted to say 'thank you wally, I'll be more careful next time!' But all the came out of your mouth was "...uh-uh." Wally chuckled and walked over to Julie before barnaby ran back towards you. Panting heavily, Hunching over wth his paws rested on his knees. "Geez (y/n) if I had known you throw that hard I would have suggested we play another game instead" you patted the dogs back and softly apologized. "Hey it's alright! You did prove me wrong though! You got a good arm (y/n)!" You grinned while proudly placing your hands on your hips. "Why thank you! Did you wanna take a break and eat with others?" Barnaby shook his head. "Nah! I've got so much energy after chasing the ball! Hey- why don't we play a game of tag?" Barnaby asked standing straight up after finally managing to catch his breath. "That sounds like a good ide-"

"TAG. YOU'RE IT"

Barnaby ran leaving you standing there like a baffled idiot. "Barnaby that's not fair!" You shouted as you proceeded to chase after him while the two of you laughed. The game went on for so long. You even managed to accidentally knock frank into a bush while he was inspecting a butterfly. "Opps! Sorry about that frank!" You quickly pulled frank out of the bush and helped brushed him off. "You best be careful when running around (y/n). You could hurt someone or even hurt yourself- uh?" before frank could scold anymore you had already run off after seeing barnaby coming straight towards you.

Circling around a tree you run as fast as you could to get barnaby off your tail but he was pretty fast considering how big he is. Using the rest of the energy you had left you bolted to the right towards the flower patch. Looking behind you already ended up gaining a couple feet between barnaby and yourself. You let out a breathy laugh. "HA TAKE THAT BARNABY! I'M THE FASTEST IN THE NEIGHBORHO- OOF-" without keeping your eyes in front of you you failed to see a large patch of dirt sitting right in front of your path. And barnaby was too far away to catch you this time.

You fell straight down, roughing up your knees in the process. You let out a low long groan as you laid there with your face buried in the dirt and pebbles. "(Y/N)!" You heard barnaby shout as you began to slowly sit yourself up. The burning and stinging sensation on your knees was enough to bring tears to your eyes. You bit down on your lip to keep the sobs from escaping your throat. The bubbling feeling in your throat grew as you stared at your bloody knees. You looked up seeing barnaby and the others running your direction. "(Y/n) are you okay?!" Julie asked kneeling down and slowly rubbed her hand up and down your back to help soothe you. "Y-yeah I'm fine. I wasn't p-paying attention" frank frowned and shook his head. "I told you you need to be careful when running around (y/n). You need to get home and tend to those cuts before they get infected." Before you could respond wally walked over, placing one arm behind your back and the other hooking under your legs. He held you up, carrying you close to his chest. "I'll take (y/n) back home." "Are you sure you don't need help?" Barnaby asked looking awfully concerned. Wally simply nodded and began to walk to the direction of his house.

Oh could you feel even more embarrassed? You just had to go and act like a fool and not pay attention! Now here you are, carried in wallys arms and cut up and trying you awful best to hold back your weeping sobs. It didn't take long to make it back to wallys house after the silent walk back.

Once walking inside wally carefully sat you down on the couch in his living room. "Wait right there. I'll be right back." You nodded watching wally walk towards the back. You let out a soft sigh staring down at your knees. "Way to make a fool of yourself infront of wally (y/n) you idiot. This day couldn't be anymore worse." you whispered to yourself cringing as you replied the moment you fell in your head. "Did you say something (y/n)?" Wally asked as he came back with a box of bandages, cotton balls and a bottle of hydroxide. You flinched not hearing him walk back in the living room. He sure is a quiet one isn't he?

"OH- UHM, n-no I didn't say anything...haha" you awkwardly spoke watching wally kneel down on the ground infront of you. You stared as he opened the brown colored bottle grabbing a cotton ball he carefully doused the soft fluffy white ball in the liquid. Gently, he grasped the back of your leg lifting your knee up. "This is going to sting a little bit ok? If it hurts too much just tell me to stop." You swallowed and nodded your head slowly bracing yourself for the pain. The closer wally moved the cottonball the more you tried your best to move your leg away. "Now, now (y/n). Remember what frank said? If we don't get this taken care of your cuts will get infected. And it will hurt alot more if you leave it the way it is. Do you really want that? Hmm?" Wally had a good point. You didn't want your cuts to get more worse. You shook your head. "Good. Just stay still. I'll be as gentle as I can". Wally spoke im a soft calming tone.

Your roughly gripped the couch seats hissing at the stinging sensation tingling as the wet ball lightly dabbed against your skin. The feeling spread through out your knee. It hurt alot and you wanted to tell wally to stop but you had to be strong and push through this. You felt more tears begin to well up in the corner of your eyes while you bit down on your bottom lip. 'It's almost over. Just one more knee and you're done (y/n)' you reassured yourself as wally moved to work on the next leg. "You're doing good. Just a couple more seconds" wally hummed cleaning up your wound on the other knee. After he was done wiping up your cut a lightly blew on the cut to make it dry faster. Your body shivered at the coolness against your throbbing skin. It was a nice feeling.

Really nice.

After making sure your cuts were dry wally placed a band-aid on each knee. "And there you go. All done~" he happily sung looking up at you. You still had your eyes closed shut. Your tears streaming down your red flushed cheeks. "Hmm..." wally sounded. "I heard from poppy about the best medicine one can receive when they're hurt. Do you know what that medicine is (y/n?)" He asked not looking away. You shook your head. Your lips trembling as you let out soft shakey whimpers. "The best medicine one can receive when they're not feeling good you see..." he paused. Moving his hand to softly grasp your calf while his other rested against the heel of your foot.

"Is a kiss."

Wally softly pressed a sweet kiss against your bandaged knee. Leaving his lips there for a few seconds before pressing another loving kiss to the other. You opened your eyes, face still flushed a bright red as you watched wally sweetly kiss your knee before lightly pressing his cheek against your skin. "Does that feel better?" He asked. You nodded and softly smiled. "Ahh there's that smile I like to see". Wally hummed, reaching up to wipe away the rest of your tears. His thumb brushing against your cheek. "I really do hate to see you so upset (y/n). It hurts my heart so much" he whispered staring into your eyes.

There was a short moment of silence. The 2 of you just stared at each other with soft expressions before wally spoke up again. "Please don't ever say you're an idiot. That's just not true. You're a lovely person." Your eyes widened. "So...you heard that?" You mumbled. He didn't respond. Just continued to stare at you with his usual smile and droopy eyes. "I think you're really neat (y/n). You bring so much light in any room you walk in." He cupped your cheek in his hand as he leaned forward bringing his hand to sotly pet the top of your head. "You're so good for me. Always helping our friends and making them smile. You're very very good." His smile grew wider when he watched your flustered reaction. You enjoyed the sudden praise and comfort. It was definitely something you needed.

Wally cupped both your cheeks this time forcing you to look up at him. You held in your breath as you stared into his eyes. His pupils seemed...more larger than they were a few seconds ago.

"....I really like you too."

You opened your mouth to speak but wally cut you off. "(Y/n) will you promise me you'll try to be a little more careful when you play with our friends?" You stayed silent for a minute before answering. "I- I promise to be more careful." Wally hummed letting go of your face and reached down and grabbed hold of your hands. Intertwining your fingers together. "Shall we go back to our friends now?" He asked helping you up off the couch. "Hehe, yes let us go back to our friends." You replied back in a soft voice.

And with that you both walked back to the park, hand in hand with smiles spread across your faces.

Maybe this day was going to go alright alright after all.

THE END.

|| This is the first fanfic I've written after a few years of not writing anything so I do apologize that I'm rather rusty. I hoped you enjoyed reading it tho! ||

[lick-me-lennon22]

How they'd react to you fainting

(thank you anon for this request !! it was fun to imagine how each of our boys would react in this situation 💕 I hope you all enjoy)

John

at first, John is convinced you're pulling a joke on him

he'd smirk and snicker, saying something along the lines of "If you wanted my attention you could've just asked, y'know"

when he fails to get a response from you, he'd kneel down and lightly tap your cheeks in an attempt to get you to snap out of it

"Hello...? Anyone home?"

however, when you don't immediately come to, his demeanor would shift to that of concern

John would become incredibly anxious and pace back and forth, muttering curses under his breath

"Oh, shit... Christ... don't go dyin' on me now"

he'd place his hands on your shoulders and give you a gentle but panicked shake

when he sees your eyes begin to flutter open, he sighs in relief

John would stand up and clear his throat, trying his best to regain his composure and tough exterior

he'd slip back into his usual playful banter, jokingly blaming his own charm for causing you to faint

however, you can hear the concern hidden behind his teasing as his voice wavers ever-so-slightly

you laugh weakly, reassuring him that it just happens sometimes and telling him you'll be okay

regardless, he would be extra clingy for the rest of the day, remaining vigilant to make sure you really are all right

Paul

upon seeing you begin to faint, Paul is caught completely off-guard

he'd let out a shocked gasp (or perhaps a bit of a girlish shriek) and try his best to catch you

he'd react quickly but calmly, cradling you in his arms and calling your name to try and bring you back to consciousness

"Y/N? Are you there, love? I'm right here"

he'd reassure you, stroking your hair and fanning your face gently in an attempt to wake you

he would maintain his composure for your sake, but on the inside he's deeply concerned to see you like this

Paul would make sure you're comfortable, humming softly to soothe you until you came to

you'd open your eyes to the sight of him hovering over you, his expression softening as he realizes you've finally awoken

"Easy now, darling- no need to faint on my account" he'd jest, trying to lighten the mood

he'd fret over you for the rest of the day, offering you everything you could possibly need and treating you even more like royalty than he already does

George

George would be a bit more composed in his reaction, but his concern would be just as strong

he would kneel beside you, checking your pulse and making sure your breathing is steady

he would display a sense of urgency, assessing the situation to the best of his ability

when he's certain you're stable, he would fetch you a cool cloth and place it on your forehead

he would call your name gently, trying his best to create a peaceful atmosphere to cause you as little undue stress as possible

he'd place a steady hand on your shoulder to provide a sense of safety and security for you, even subconsciously

when you finally wake up, George smiles softly down at you

"Good morning, sunshine. I brought you a little something"

he'd hold up a glass of water, which you'd gladly take as you sat upright, leaning against George while he rubbed gentle circles into your back

Ringo

when he sees you start to become lightheaded, Ringo is already visibly shaken

his intuition immediately kicks into overdrive

he'd place his hands on your shoulders and steady you as much as he can, gently laying you down on the couch when you've finally lost consciousness

he would hover around you nervously at first, unsure of what to do

with trembling hands, he'd check your vitals to make sure he doesn't need to call for immediate medical attention

once he's sure you'll be alright, Ringo would hold your face in his calloused hands, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs

he'd lean down and pepper your face with gentle kisses, hoping the sensation will bring you back to wakefulness

when he hears you giggle from the ticklish feeling, he'd let out an immediate and heavy sigh of relief

he would pull back and look down at you with a comforting smile

"Oh, thank goodness you're alright. What would I ever do without you?" he says lightheartedly, but you hear the sincerity in his voice

you reach your arms up and wrap them around his neck, pulling him in for a long, appreciative kiss

[miaroseindreamland]

ONE MORE?

Pairing: Han Jisung x reader

Word Count: 1993

Genre: Open relationship/benefits/cute/drama/love

Warnings: fainting/language/suggestive

"You'll do Han's makeup," the coordinator instructed, to which you nodded, scanning the band nervously. "Jisung shi, can you come sit?" The man looked up and nodded.

As he settled into the chair, you prepared everything, feeling a bit uneasy. Han noticed your trembling hands, sensing your discomfort. Unbeknownst to the coordinator, Han was someone you occasionally got involved with, more often than you preferred. Recently, a rumor circulated among the staff about Han's involvement with a new intern from JYP. Initially skeptical, you stumbled upon incriminating messages on his phone after a night together, fueling your anger.

"What's on the agenda today?" Han inquired, but you remained silent, concealing your fury behind a false smile. "Y/n shi?"

Fuck you. You wanted to lash out, but instead, you replied with forced composure, "The usual."

Despite your seething anger and humiliation, you hadn't eaten all morning, consumed by the desire to confront him.

"Are you okay?" Han noticed the change in your demeanor, observing your shaking hands as you struggled to apply the makeup. "Y/n?"

You retreated, unable to control the trembling, prompting Han to call for help. Changbin rushed to your aid, assisting Han in preventing you from collapsing.

"Get some water!" Han instructed, while Changbin gently lowered you onto a nearby couch, awakening a drowsy Hyunjin.

After some seconds you gradually regain consciousness and Han guided you as you sipped it on a cup of water with sugar.

"What happened?" you murmured, bewildered, as you surveyed your surroundings.

"You fainted," Changbin explained softly.

Realizing you hadn't eaten, Han's concern grew more pronounced. "Did you not eat anything?"

"I..." you began, attempting to rise, but a manager intervened.

"Stay down. Rest. I'll fetch you some food," Han looked up to the manager and insisted, offering his card to cover the expense.

"No need. I have money," you protested weakly.

"You can pay me later. Just rest," Han insisted, his tone gentler than before.

--xxx--

As people left, you found yourself alone with Han, who seemed genuinely concerned as he watched you eat.

"I have to go to rehearsal. Are you feeling better?" he asked, and you nodded. He reached out to touch your face, but you pulled away. "We are alone." he assured.

"I just don't want to upset your girlfriend." You said.

"Eh?" he asked, looking confused yet cute.

"Oh, sorry. Your new girl." You roll your eyes.

"I seriously don't understand what you're talking about."

"Oh, cut the crap! At least be honest."

"Y/n, I—"

"Han, we're waiting for you," Chan appeared at the door, interrupting. Han pleaded for 5 more minutes before Chan nodded and closed the door.

"Y/n, I don't have anyone besides you. What did you hear?"

"I saw the messages, Jisung! I saw it. 'Oppa this, Oppa that!' They even saw you eating together and leaving the company together!"

"She's my cousin, Y/n!" Silence fell, and your face started to warm up. "I promised my aunt I would help her around."

"Oh... th-that explains a lot."

"You went through my phone?" You couldn't tell if he was mad or not.

"I did. It's just that everyone is talking about you having a girl."

"And I do. It's you." He caressed your hair. "I just wish you wouldn't look into my phone and would ask me directly. I don't like that."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to put pressure on you... It's just that I was developing feelings for you, and—"

"You were? You're not anymore?"

"I mean, I—"

"Look, I have to go... we'll speak about this later." He moved to leave but then returned to kiss you. His hands moved to your cheeks as he pressed his lips against yours. You almost moaned into the kiss, and he smirked as he pulled away. You grabbed his shirt and pulled him down to steal another kiss as he lets you take it. You hear steps outside the door and both break the kiss.

"Wait for me tonight at your apartment," he said, and you nodded.

--xx--

Do you think I should continue?

[akiira00]

Hellooo💚

May I ask request Jinwoo x reader with reverse jealousy. Jinwoo leaves for raid, comeback with news telling that he's get close to female hunter and assume they have a relationship. Reader drink while looking at the news, start with rumble, then when the alcohol hits, it's turn to tear and sob. Lay down to couch and cover their face with pillow. Jinwoo come home, seeing his lover on couch then find their trace of tear on cheeks. When he wake them up, they're still drunk so they pour their feeling in drunk behavior while sobbing and hiccups.

Ah sorry if this is so long, idk how to tell this in a short description😭

Love your writings💚💚

— Assumptions

Pairing: Sung Jin-Woo x g/n! reader

Genre: Angst, comfort, angst to fluff, slow burn

Synopsis: You suddenly hear assumptions of your not publically announced boyfriend dating another girl on the TV, with the remarks of your friends and all, you end up consumed by the worry.

A/n: Sure! I don’t mind long requests, they give me more inspiration to write! You asked for tears, I shall give you some. Hope you like how it turned out, and yeah, I chose Hae-In as the ‘assumed girlfriend’ because I didn’t find any other that could fit the role-

Length: 1.6k words

As you woke up, you realized your boyfriend had yet-again left early to clear raids, which you just shrugged off, going downstairs and grabbing something to eat as you sat down on the couch, noticing a weird piece of paper.

“Sarang, I’ll be home late today, have to go clear some raids. See you.”

You sighed to yourself, folding the paper and leaving it on the table’s top while grabbing the remote to turn on the TV.

“Yet again, the S-Rank hunter Sung Jin-Woo cleared a red raid in less than four hours…! But wait- Hunter Hae-In was there too?! Now that I think so, they look fairly close…”

You heard the news speculating as you froze at the sight. The news and social media were exploding with images of both Jin-Woo and Hae-In together, really, really close.

As you tried to keep yourself calm, you couldn’t get your eyes off your phone, you noticed a faint blush on Hae-In’s cheeks on the image. “What the…”

You turned to text him to seek out an answer, but the news showed both him and Hae-In walking into another raid in a row. There went the chance to talk to him.

Your mind was running like crazy, as you clutched your hand on your thigh. ‘Is he really cheating…?’ ‘Am I just… Not enough?’ You asked yourself messily as you started yet once again overthinking.

“Such a good way to start a day…” You muttered under your breath as you noticed it was 2 p.m. sharp. ‘What are they both doing in since four hours ago…?’

You were just a C-Rank healer, and Jin-Woo made it clear he wanted you to stay at home instead of working, as he could take that part easily.

‘Is it just because Hae-In is actually strong or useful…? Is that what I’m lacking…?’ You thought, standing up with a sigh as you reached out on your cabinet for a rather small bottle of alcohol.

‘It should help me clear my mind at least…’ You opened the bottle and fetched yourself a glass, pouring some of the drink on it.

As you brought the glass to your lips, you let down a few tears at first, letting yourself be consumed by the heat forming on your throat because of the drink.

‘Jin-Woo and Hae-In, huh…? They sound well together…’ You said, feeling the horribly disgusting piece of self-pity, drowning your own mind as you filled another glass up.

“They both make such a good team… They’ve cleared multiple raids without rest! They really seem like a couple… But are they? I really hope so!”

The words spoken on TV broke your heart more than anything. ‘Yeah… I think they do…’ You hummed, as you laid down on the couch, feeling the tears flooding your cheeks, making you lean onto a cushion to cry on, ocassionaly grabbing another drink.

Jin-Woo at the other hand had just left from the last one of the raids he had programmed, he had already left Hae-In at her house and he was tiredly walking down the street.

It was almost 10 p.m., as he slowly opened the door to your shared home. He was taken aback by the dark ambient, excluding the noise from the TV, which was left on.

“Huh…?” He muttered as he went closer, trying to find the remote to turn it off, but he then noticed it in your hands, with you hugging some cushions as you slept on the couch.

“Again..?” He sighed, walking up to switch the lights on, making you hiss a bit, but what he failed to notice until then were the tear streams that were marked on your cheeks. You just dropped the remote on the couch and turned around to hide your vision from the strong lights which made you even more dizzy than you already were.

“Sarang..? What’s up…?” He shook your shoulder trying to wake you up, which ended up happening, but as soon as you opened your eyes and saw him, you just scoffed, looking away.

“Welcome back… *hic*” You muttered annoyed as you turned away from him, leaving him a bit confused. “Tell me what’s going on…” He tried to convice you to talk, which made you sigh, turning to look at him with a pained look on your eyes.

“Don’t you have to be with Hae-In or something…? Just leave me be…” You muttered out annoyed between hics, as he slowly understood what was going on.

“What’s that supposed to mean…? Wait. Do you think that…” He just sat down beside you, lifting you up with his powers as he made you sit on his lap. “Huh- L-let me out… *hic*” You tried to resist, as you were clearly not in the mood to deal with him, and he noticed the red tint on your cheeks and how a bottle was laying down empty on the floor.

“Answer… What were you thinking, sarang…” You knew you didn’t have a way out of it, and just had to suck it up. “It’s nothing… Just tell me this… Am I too useless for you…? She’s clearly better than me so…”

He stared at you in utter shock. “What do you mean…? I swear if you’re thinking what the whole media is…” You had no option than to nod weakly. “For god’s sake… I don’t like Hae-In. And I’m your boyfriend, don’t be stupid…”

He meant everything, but he kind-of made it sound as if he was annoyed, which made you just shut your eyes and lay on his chest, simply bawling your eyes out as you cried, having a gentle and weak grip on his shoulders.

“Wait, wait- Don’t cry… Ugh…” He clearly didn’t know how to handle the situation, as he wasn’t the brightest when it came to comfort. “I love you and only you okay…?”

“But… W-why…? *hic* She’s just perfect… She has everything I don’t and as an extra, she’s actually useful… I’m just a bother to you…” You were consuming yourself with shame and self-pity, as he had no other option than to pat your back gently, letting you spill out your concerns.

“You’re fine… I don’t like her, and what if she’s an S-Rank? I told you not to do raids because I can take care of that… I just went with her because an agreement… I don’t care about power and you know that…” He said, trying to explain it to your now childish and intoxicated self.

“Hmph… I-I don’t believe you…” You muttered out between sobs and hics, turning to hug him as you tried to let youself get convinced by his words slowly.

“I’m telling you the truth… Just rest, okay…? I’ll talk to you in the morning…” He suggested, picking you up almost too easily and getting you to the bed, where you fell asleep quickly because of how tired you were from crying.

Next morning, you woke up with a heavy headache, leaving you dizzy as you couldn’t even recall the passed events. Your mind was a total blackout, as you just sloppily tried to stand up, but the sound of the door opening made you wait.

Jin-Woo moved the door open as he let himself into the room, laying a plate of food alongside a glass of water and a pill near you as he sat down by your side.

“H-huh? Jin-Woo…? What’s going on..?” You asked as you didn’t remember anything special for him to do such a thing, as it was a bit too unlikely for him to do so.

“Just eat… Is there something you want to talk about?” He asked, clearly hinting at something you couldn’t recall. “No…? Is everything alright..? What even happened…? I don’t remember anything…”

“Let’s say you kind-of told me a few things… And I’m here to prove you wrong because yesterday you wouldn’t just listen…” He said with a sigh, leaning down and giving a gentle peck to your lips.

“I love you and only you, okay? Don’t ever think otherwise… I just keep our relationship private because I don’t want the media going all crazy, and you’d be kind-of in danger if you’re seen as my girlfriend… I just want to keep you safe.” He said, with you hearing him clearly astonished, but you couldn’t help but smile with a tear running down your cheek.

“Oh god- Don’t cry again now…” You shook your head and quickly leapt over to hug him, as you smiled. “I’m crying… But not from sadness.” You said, blushing a bit as you just happily let yourself into his arms, with him just shocked and struggling to thinn of what to do.

“I love you, sarang.” You said to his ear as he blushed, but he turned around to prevent you seeing that. “I-I do too, okay..? Now eat up.” You laughed a bit and shook your head, deciding to stay in his arms for a bit longer.

“Just… A few more minutes like this wouldn’t hurt.” You said, burying your face on the crook of his neck. “Just don’t ever worry me like that… Why were you two even that close?!” You said refering to the pictures of him and Hae-In that appeared on the media.

“Oh- She’s really strong, but clumsy. She fell while we took down a boss and she sprained her ankle, had to carry her back.” You blushed as you now realized how you jumped to conclusions, simply staying quiet as you felt the shame falling on you by your previous behaviour.

“I-I’m sorry… Didn’t know that-” You blushed as he laughed a bit, just letting you hide in his arm. “Don’t worry about it, just eat.” He said as you nodded, reminding yourself now that you didn’t have anything to worry about.

[saltygilmores]

Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls, 3x8, Let The Games Begin. Part 7 (It's Been A While)

Last chapter was posted May 11th. Apologies for the hiatus. The vibes need to be just right to create these things. You can read parts 1-6 and everything else in my pinned post. On the last episode of TWWGG: "After Lorelai (Rory) exits the (Yale) interview, one that was seemingly a success, she immediately turns to Richard to chew him out for springing the interview on her last minute and not giving her time to prepare. That is more than fair coming from Rory, to be quite honest. And I’m glad to see her standing up for herself." Lesss gooo. Lorelai hauls Rory into a cab. They arrive home at night, even though it was blazing sunshine a short distance away at Yale. Rory asks Lorelai if they can not talk about college for 2 days and she agrees and everything that just happened is brushed aside and forgotten. Kidding. After a brave display of defiance towards Richard moments earlier, Rorynow expresses her guilt for not towing the line for Mommy. Mommy was right. Mommy is always right.

I....you know...forget it.

I think I should cross off "Lorelai and Rory eat at Luke's without paying" from the Bingo Card. Bringing outside food into his establishment? That's just rude. Luke could probably send Jess to college with all of Rory and Lorelai's unpaid checks and stiffed tips.

Saying it outloud isn''t going to change their unethical and frankly downright criminal behavior, Lucas. You know this.

Or at least a bag of Doritos.

Why hello, my sweet baby darling. I'm ready to Cmhrrrh.

Oh, Is "studying" what the kids call tonsil hockey these days? Run like the wind Rory! RUNNNN. I just have this good feeling Rory is totally not going to blow this sacred opportunity to have unsupervised makeout time with Jess or anything like that. Never, in the kingdom of The Queen of Blue Balls. Lorelai and Luke watch as Rory runs after Jess to "Study". Wink wink nudge nudge. Then a few seconds later without a shred of irony or realization, Luke tells Lorelai how he told Jess that as long as he lives under his roof he's gotta keep his pants on.

You're off to a ripping start already.

Lorelai is being rational? She's not running after them? "It's okay"? She's pulling the "They're teenagers, they can kiss in the dark" shit for Jess and Rory like she did for Dean? I'd say "Fetch me my fainting couch" but I know it's all a big fat farce, Lorelai is full of shit as per uszh, and my fainting couch is in the shop.

Settle down, Lucas. You're going to have a stroke one of these days. Or steam is going to come out of his ears like in a cartoon. Or he'll snap and go on a killing spree.

I've never seen two grown adults who weren't in some kind of strict religious sect have such near anyeursms because their adult children want to kiss each other. What are the odds Luke Danes, the varsity athlete, was much sluttier than Jess when he was 18? Probably pretty high. Cross off "Do as I Say Not As I Do" on the Episode Bingo Card.

Pretty rich coming from Ms "Also Has Run Around All Over Town Looking for Jess and Rory" and "Ms. Run Around All Over Town Looking For a Gumball Machine Bracelet"

I can rely on Lorelai being insufferable in every episode, but when Luke is insufferable too I pray for the sweet relief of the end credits. I hope in his Cockblocking Quest of Glory, that he trips on something. Or loses his hat.

Smoking against a gas pump. Living dangerously. I don't blame him for having a bit of a death wish, to be quite honest. Luke should be more concerned that Jess is going to cause an explosion that will level Stars Hollow into a parking lot than him rounding first base. (Where the hell did Luke go, by the way?)

Whatcha thinkin aboutt?

That was such a good HUH. *pets his sweet head*

*gnaws on the drywall* SUCH A GOOD KISS. I have no words. Okay, That’s a lie, I do have words but I ran out of space so I will see you in part 8 for the thrilling conclusion (which is: Rory ruins this precious moment by abandoning Jess and chasing after Dean) Oh god. I just skipped ahead and there's a Lorelai Couch Speech at the end too. Mind if I join you for a cigarette against the gas pumps, Jess?

[redheadspark]

hello could i have #6 with azriel from acotar? thank u !

A/N - AWWW I love this for Azriel! Thanks for requesting this, non!

Treat

Summary - Azriel developed a sweet tooth thanks to his mate working at a candy shop

Warnings - Just some cute fluff

"There she is! And she bears gifts!"

"Don't be nice to her because she brings us free candy, Cassian,"

"What are you talking about, Nesta? I happen to think she's pretty cool. Don't be jealous, baby,"

Nesta just rolled her eyes and got up to help you in as you were coming into the River House. Cassian took your bags to help ease the burdens from you, though you saw him try to peek into the bags that he had under his arms. Nesta scolded him as you giggled.

"Not yet, Cas! You know the rules! Let's help her get settled first with the others," Nesta explained to him as she wrapped an arm with yours, "I think your mate let it slip that you were bringing us some of your treats from your shop,"

"I can't take him anywhere, can I?" You teased as Nesta laughed.

You loved being the owner of the one sole sweet shop in all Velaris, it was your dream come true. You made all the candy in the shop, from the chocolate to the sour lollipops that the kids craved. Working all day and creating new confectionary treats for the holidays were all in a day's work. Which then will lead to the perfect group to test your treats and candies on.

Your best friends: The Inner Circle. And your mate, Azriel the Shawdowsinger.

You met them HIgh Lord Rhysand first, coming in with his wife and High Lady Feyre one afternoon as they were walking through town together. They came into your shop and were intrigued by all that you had out on display. High Lady Feyre was browsing the treats with wide eyes and a hint of wonder, the High Lord was watching her in amusement while she filled her bin with plenty of candy. You were merely shocked to have the High Lord and Lady in your little store, and they struck up a conversation with you as you rang them up.

They came again a few days later, and they brought friends with them including Azriel.

"Hello! We were wondering if we needed to send Azriel out to fetch you! I hope you made it okay with your workload," Feyre said as you walked into her personal sitting area of their home. Elaine and Lucien were talking together on one of the loveseat couches, Mor was fiddling with a faint stain on her dress, and your mate Azriel moved over instantly when he saw Cassian with your bags in his hands.

"You should have told me you had a bigger load to bring, I could have helped--" Azriel said to you with a hint of concern as you huffed and kissed his cheek to have the worry melt away.

"Nothing I couldn't handle, sweetheart," You replied, "Plus I have Cassian,"

"Good job putting him to work," Rhysand joked as he walked into the sitting room behind you, Nesta, and Cassian, "Seems he's gotten soft with no new soldiers to train,"

"I resent that, Rhys!" Cassian retorted as you took the bags from Cassian and walked them over to the coffee table. You were kneeling in front of the table, placing the bags on the floor. Azriel glided over to kneel next to you.

"It wasn't too much trouble then?" He asked sheepishly as you were about to take out the candy you had in the bag. You sighed and looked at him, seeing him search your eyes. Deep down you knew he would always look out for you, even with the smaller things that seemed mundane. It was almost like his own love language with you.

"Az, I'm fine," You replied, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before you looked back at the bags, "Now! I require these treats to be taken out of my hands. Elaine, I have some great bonbons for you to enjoy,"

Elaine gasped as you handed her a massive package of frozen treats, she grinned widely and hugged you before she glided back to her spot next to Lucien and started opening them immediately.

"Fruit jellies for Mor," You said to Mor as you tossed the smaller box to Mor. She caught it mid-air, and she winked at you.

"Nesta, your favorite herbal candies," You said to Nesta as you handed her the smaller but filled box. She grinned and kissed you on the forehead as Cassian was hovering nearby. You had to chuckle as you gave him a box, "Here are your nougats, Cassian,"

"Thank you!" He replied, popping a nougat bite in his mouth instantly and groaning in happiness as Nesta chuckled at her mate.

"For Feyre, her favorite licorice treats!" You said in a chipper tone, "And the best chocolates for the High Lord of course,"

Rhysand took both boxes and gave you a slight bow, returning them to Feyre. You looked at each of your friends, seeing them enjoy the candies you created and you felt a wave of satisfaction.

You loved giving them some of your candies, they were your family and close friends after all. Ever since you met the High Lord and Lady, they brought the Inner Circle with them and you connected with them right away. Especially with Azriel, who was a bit shy to talk to you. Yet you were smitten with him too, seeing how he was gravitating to the simpler milk chocolate pieces that were on display for tasting. You then introduced him to lemon drops, seeing his eyes go a bit big from tasting one in his mouth and you saw a hint of blush on his cheeks.

It was history for you two from there on out.

After the others that their fill with their new treats and after a great dinner together, you and Azriel were going back to your little apartment above the candy shop. You still lived there when the hours were too long at the shop, but you and Azriel had your own place on the outside of Velaris near the cove, with a view of the sea that was enchanting. You and Azriel sat side by side on the bed together, already in your pajamas and tucked in for the night as you handed him his own portion of candy. Azriel grinned, opening the top to see his Lemon Drops and those little chocolates he loved.

"You didn't want to give them to me in front of the others, I take it?" He asked you as you took a lemon drop in your fingers.

"No, because feeding you in front of them would lead to embarrassment," You replied, Azriel laughed as you fed him the lemon drop. He groaned from the taste, making you lean your head on his shoulder as he then took a piece of chocolate to feed you. You barely tasted your own treats, but you did every once in a while. Especially when Azriel was involved.

Cassian even mentioned once that Azriel never liked sweets until you two got together as mates. You thought of that as shocking really since Azriel was softer than he let on with others. But Cassian thought it was rather cute that Azriel would take any treat you would offer, though he was no fan of the sour or hot ones. You learned that that hard way when he had to spit it out, though in the end, you two were roaring in laughter.

"I'll make you your own batch of lemon drops," You said to Azriel as he popped a few more lemon drop pieces in his mouth. Azriel only kissed the top of your head and hummed.

"You're the only sweet thing I need," he replied, then paused as you giggled.

"That was terrible, Az," you said as he laughed.

"You can blame Cassian for that line," He explained as you took another chocolate.

The End.

Spring Prompt Sessions

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Lost Together I

Sequel to Forbidden Lessons

Warnings: possible dark elements such as noncon, age gap, abuse of power, coercion, mentions of suicide, depression, pregnancy and abortion, violence. Y'all know I do it dark and spicy. You have warnings, use them.

Note: I never really intended for Thor to get his own little thing but here we are.

Thots, comments, screaming, and feedback are welcome and highly encouraged. Thank you. Thanks all for following along.

You watch Loki drive off from the open door. The urge to run after him makes you sway but you resist. There's nothing else he can or will do for you. As ever, his kindness has a firm limit. Not truly generous, more obligatory.

That man, his brother, who bears no resemblance to him, shuffles around the foot of the stairs. You push the door shut and face him. He works incessantly at the table along the side of the staircase, brushing it with a long handle duster. He recoils suddenly and buries his nose in the crook of his elbow, expelling a thunderous sneeze.

"Uh," you feel a tingle yourself, "let me get the windows."

You scurry over the window to the left of the front door and pull back the heave drapes one at a time. The stirring of fabric releases another cloud of neglect. You stand on your toes to untwist the clasp and push the hinged panes outward.

You're out of breath as you cross to the other, doing the same and letting in the afternoon sunlight. Thor continues his diligent dusting, turning over a vase to dump out the build up within.

"Uh, I never knew Loki had a brother," you begin awkwardly.

"And I didn't know he had… you," he grins, the words amicable despite their intonation.

"Well, really, he doesn't… he's more stuck with me, I think."

"Ah, of course, why else would he leave you here," he turns to fix a frame on the wall, "apologies for the state… things have… gotten ahead of me."

"It's fine," you shrug.

"Would you like to put some music on?" He waves to you with the duster and points through the archway to your right, "my father left me his collection."

He directs you ahead of him with the sweep of his arm. You hesitate but go into the dark expanse of the new room. You hear a click and crackle and dozen bulbs light up overhead. A mosaic shade houses the glow and warms the space.

"There," Thor stands beside you, pointing to the corner before stepping ahead of you.

He goes to what looks to be a chest of drawers. There is a door to one side but no others. He nears and clutches the top, popping up the thin wooden lid to reveal a record player set into the peice of furniture.

You approach as he nods, "records are inside," he says.

You run your hand along the wooden door, the front woven with thin slats. You hook your finger into the handle and ease it open with a squeak. You bend to look at the collection within.

"Choose," he orders, "I'm not very picky."

You nod and thumb through the album covers, settling on Judy Garland at the at Carnegie Hall. You take it out and wipe off the front, holding back a sneeze. Thor offers to take it and you hand it over as he reads the title.

"Ah, one of my mother's," he beams as he slides out the record, "you have old-fashioned taste."

"I… guess," you clap your hands off as he puts the needle on a flips the switch.

"Please," he hovers his hand above your shoulder and stretches his arm towards the long couch, "you needn't help. You should keep off your feet."

He cross the room and shakes out the throw, thumping on the cushions to knock out the dusty residue. He hums and clucks.

"It'll do for now," he turns to you, "please, I will fetch some of… some old books."

"I don't mind. I'm not very far along, you know?"

"My mother would faint to think I let an expecting woman lift a finger," he shakes his head, "do you like tea? Oh, what kind of tea can you have…" he puts a finger to his chin, his matted beard straggling down to his chest.

"Let me make the tea," you offer.

"Little mouse," he puts his hands up, "you must relax," he pats the arm of the couch, "I promised Loki I would look after you."

"But…" you swallow your argument. It is his house. He might be embarrassed to share the mess with you. Better he cleans it himself, besides you're very tired. "Alright," you relent and come forward, "thank you, Thor."

He smiles and doesn't move until your sat in the corner of the couch. He retreats, almost reluctantly, and you languish in the rich crooning of Judy and the buzzing awe of her audience. You lean your head in your hand, you elbow over the rest. You can't help but think how sad this place has been after seeing its occupant.

He mentioned a woman, Jane. Perhaps his wife, and his parents. All gone. You suppose he needs some hope. His excitement nips at your dread. How can your life sentence be his chance to start again?

You hear distant clank and sit up straight. You shimmy to the front of the cushion but keep from standing. He can manage himself, you just have that inherent need to help.

Your eyes rove the darkened edge of the room. A spacious den with bookshelves along one wall, two armchairs to match the sofa, a long coffee table on an intricately patterned rugs, a console table behind the sofa and a bench before the unlit fireplace.

"I found some herbal tea," Thor announces as he startles you, "hope you don't mind blueberry."

"That's good," you accept as he comes around with a dainty tea cup on a saucer. It looks ridiculous in his hands.

"Right, yes, books," he puts it on the square table by your elbow, "you like reading?" He goes to the bookshelves, "I suppose you have the pick of the lot. I'm not very attached to any of them."

"Thanks," you say again, "really, it's so nice of you–"

"I will have a room ready for your tonight," he declares as he spins on his heel, "yes, you need somewhere to sleep."

You give a smile, the only response you can muster before he's lumbering out, rambling about clean sheets and extra pillows. Well, he is very much unlike his brother.

[mothertoall2]

Part of Their World (RE Age regression)

Chapter 2: New Chambers

Description: This story takes place in a world where Age Regression is normalized and accepted. As a child you were taken by Mother Miranda and experimented on with the T virus, after years of captivity you don't show responses to the experiments and are sent to be a maid at the Dimitrescu Castle. None of the other maids like you, and Lady Dimitrescu always keeps a close eye on you. This is a little gn reader story and if you don't like it you may respectfully leave, this is not a fetish book and is sfw, thank you and have a splendid day.

Warnings: None

Y/n's POV

As I waited for the doors to open I took time to observe the castle from the outside. When the door finally opened I had caught sight of a beautiful woman staring down at me from the top of the west wing tower. "Y/n!" I looked up at mother and followed her inside. At the top of the three snow covered stairs stood the two large black oak doors, the initials A.D. carved onto both of the door knobs. Once I walked through the doors I was immediately caught by the strong odors of the castle, faint scents of blood and dust fill the air. If mother smells it to she doesn't show it, she remains stone faced and facing forward. I look around at the large entry way, I take notice to the two couches and fireplace that are on the left side and the grand staircase off to the right. The middle leads to a corridor that goes off to who knows where.

As I observe the dust covered room a swarm of flies moves past my head and circles my body. I feel little pricks against my arm as a drop of blood trickles down. I pull my arm back and swat at the flies, mother puts my arm down before speaking to the flies. "Daniela you can not eat this child. They are the new maid, not a new play thing." I didn't understand why mother called the flies by that name until they transformed into a tall beautiful woman. She had blonde hair that appears to have been stained with blood, a long sleeved back robe covers her body and blood surrounds her mouth, clearly not her own. "But mother Miranda I haven't gotten a proper feast in days, when will you bring us fresh prey to hunt?" The woman who goes by Daniela asks with a pout. "I will bring you fresh prey in two days for now I want you to go and fetch the head maid." Mother tells her, and without another word Daniela turns into a swarm of flies and disappears into the vents. Mother turns to me and speaks, "That is Daniela the youngest of the daughters, you will address her as miss as well as Cassandra and Bela if you see them." I nod and continue my study of the room.

After waiting for two extremely boring minutes I start to get a bit restless from standing still. "Mother, may I please look around?" I try to ask as politely as I can hoping she will allow me to do so. She looked at me with a slight skepticism but gave in. "As long as you keep your hands to yourself then yes, but as soon as the head maid walks out you get back in place." I nodded and walked over to the fireplace off towards the left as I get closer I notice a little chest sitting on the mantel in between books. The chest is covered in dust so I blew it off to reveal a silver metal with a red mechanical like lock on the front. I look at the chest carefully it seems alluring to me, a strong pull that is telling me to open the chest. As I examine the silver chest I notice that I'm surrounded by silence other then the small beat of what sounds like a heart. A whisper arises with the beat not loud enough to be audible but still noticeable. I start to reach out fro the box, the closer my hand gets the louder the beating and whispers get. I'm almost touching the chest when a soft cocky voice appears in my right ear. "Mother Miranda told you not to touch anything maid." 

"I-I wasn't!" I stutter out trying to defend myself as I turn to face the unfamiliar voice. This woman has golden eyes just like Daniela's, she is around the same height but still very much taller then me. She wears a tighter dress but with more lace and adds elbow length gloves. She has her hood up which causes a shadow to cover her face but I notice some dried blood on the corner of her mouth.  Due to the similarities I assume this is either Cassandra or Bela. "Don't waste your excuses on me mortal you may save them for Mother Miranda instead. I also would advice to stay away from this chest its contents aren't for mortals like you." After she finishes her sentence she walks off to mother and I follow behind. Each step away from the chest makes my head screech but I know that I must not show pain here for it is a sign of weakness. I take my spot back behind mother and face toward Daniela the other sister and a short elderly  lady with golden blonde hair. Her outfit consists of a tan dress with a white robe on top covered in stains.  

"I see you have already met Daniela and Cassandra, next to them is the head maid, she will tell you all you need to know for your job. Including a set list of rules for you to follow and you will also receive your own chambers in the east wing in case you are needed." Mother informs me without looking me in the eyes. Normally her harsh, cold tone would upset me but my mind is far to busy taking in everything that is happening. I reply with a simple 'yes mother' and without another word she ascends the stairs heading off to what appears to be the west wing. My mind jumps to the strange woman I noticed in the window earlier, she must be another maid.

I snap out of my thoughts and turn to face the three women in front of me. The silence is awkward as the two blood covered women study me carefully. The maid finally speaks up with a fake smile. "I'm Caroline, as I've been told you are Y/n?" I roll my eyes at her fake politeness in front of her bosses but I play along anyway. "Yes I am, it's a pleasure to meet you." Cassandra scoffs before speaking to no one in particular, "This is boring I'm going to hunt." All of the sudden she turns to a swarm of flies and is off, Daniela follows shortly after so it is just me and Caroline left. 

Suddenly all of the 'manners' she had disappeared as though they never existed in the first place. "Let's go maid I want to get this over with so you can be useful instead of just standing here." I follow her without speaking as it seems like the best option. As she leads me down the dark cobweb filled corridor I can't help but think about what my life will consist of now. Is this all that I am for now, cleaning up after human eating women and being bossed around by cranky old women. I think back to my childhood and how important mother used to tell me I was. She told me I would be amazing for her, she told me she loved me, all I had to do was allow her to experiment on me and she would never send me away. While sometimes her actions and words would say otherwise I always thought back to those moments, now I see they were all just lies to get what she wanted. My whole life I was so easily disposable and I never saw it, what a fool I was.

After about eight minutes we stop at an intersection there are three sets of stairs, one straight ahead, one to the left, and one to the right. Behind each staircase is another corridor and in between the one straight ahead and the right one is a staircase leading down to a basement. The woman speaks up again with an annoyed tone like I am here to inconvenience her. "These stairs lead to the north wing-" She says pointing straight ahead, "the north wing leads to the kitchen, dining room, laundry room and other maids rooms." I start taking mental note of where she says everything is, I have always been very good with directions. She continues to point to the other two staircases and explain that the one on the right leads to the east wing which is where I'll be staying and it has a ton of extra rooms, and the staircase on the left leads to the Dimitrescu's rooms she made it very clear that unless it has been asked to not go down that wing. 

"What about those stairs?" I ask pointing at the set going down. "That is the basement you are to never go down there understood?" "Understood." I am definitely going down there, just not yet. "I have yet to be given your duties by Lady Dimitrescu so for now you will be shown to your chambers and by then we should have your assignment. Follow me." She leads me up the east wing stairs and down a long wide hall. I study each door as we walk, there seems to be nothing special about them until we walk past one with slashes in the door. I hesitate while walking past it but am hurried along by Caroline. I note it in my head as another place to explore in this castle, along with the west wing and basement. after a few more doors she comes to a stop at one and opens the door. 

"This room was picked out for you by the Lady herself." She says with a suspicious smirk, I walk inside to immediately be caught by a chilly breeze.I look around the room to see the window broken and the roof broken in from the room above. The bed has a thin red quilt and no pillow, every corner in the room has at least 5 spiders with each their own cobweb, the wallpaper placed over the stone walls has part ripped off in different places. I notice a trunk and a vanity mirror placed along the wall opposite of the bed, and on another wall is the attached wash room, and next to the door is a table with a half used candle matching the one on the bedside table. Looking around the room makes me think that this really is a punishment from mother. 

Suddenly two swarms of flies appear into the room and Caroline immediately straightens up. In front of us stands Daniela and who I assume to be the last of the three sisters. "This is the mortal mother was speaking of Bela, the one Mother Miranda has dropped off." Daniela tells her sister. Bela is also a similar height with the same yellow eyes and similar lengthy robes, only she has beautiful blonde hair. Bela looks down at me and studies me for a minute while standing next to a grinning Daniela. She then looks around the room confused. "Caroline why are they in this run down room?" The head maid hesitates before speaking. "B-because this is the room that Lady Dimitrescu has chosen for them-" Daniela cuts her off with a surprised tone. "This is the room mother chose for them?" Bela seems just as surprised and looks at Daniela, but they seem to shrug it off for now.

"We have been sent to give you your assignments, mother demands that you are to be the one to clean her study as well as our chambers. You will be given time periods for the week to do so, you are responsible for the cleaning of the rest of the west wing as well. What you do in your free time is up to you however there are rules you will be required to follow." Bela states leaving no room for questions. I'm not sure why I specifically have been chosen to clean the west wing, not after I was told I was to never go in there but since they are direct orders is seems I have no choice. Looking over at Caroline she seems shocked to. 

"I thought cleaning the west wing was my duty?" Bela returns her statement with a glare and Caroline quickly went quiet. "Your rules consist of the following, you are not to leave the castle unless given permission from Lady Dimitrescu and escorted. You are not to go in the basement. You are to stay in your chambers from the hours of ten pm to six am. You are to be respectful to us and anyone in this castle. You are not to disobey any rules. Any questions?" I shake my head, having taken in all the rules as they were spoken.

"Good then tomorrow you will be given your schedule for the week at six so be ready and get rest." Bela tells me before dispersing into flies and once again disappearing and is shortly followed by Daniela. After a quick scoff Caroline also leaves my room. Now I am left to unpack my clothes and get some rest, tomorrow will be a long day.

A/n- A bit longer longer and kind of boring but I hope everyone is liking it so far. Let me know of any questions or suggestions.

[ink-and-dagger]

Hii, idk is this a weird request but. Silcos s/o fainting.

SO I got the idea 15 minutes ago when I got up too quick and just bam, lights out. My first thoughts waking up on the floor was just 1. Wtf 2. Wouldn't it be hilarious if my fav villain was looking at me confused af rn.

So like. They've just been discussing something, maybe the s/o was sitting on his couch while Silco got some paperwork done and then like

Silco: dear, could you fetch me the last weeks reports from downstairs(or sumn)

S/o. Ye. *gets up and BAM*

YUH UH. LOVE YE BYE

It isn't a weird request at all, and even if it was I love being sent weird shit. I realise that this ask is nearly 3 months old but I hope you're okay💜

I've actually had this half written for a while, but realistically I can’t see myself finding anymore time to extend or finesse it, so I’m just gonna post it as is. It's short and pretty rough, but I hope you enjoy all the same!

Also I hope you don't mind but I've used Astrid as the reader because this is just very in-character for her🥲

Silco x Reader || Silco x Astrid || Fainting || Unedited drabble

The toes of your boots tap absently together high above you - perched as they are atop the back of the crimson chaise in Silco’s office. The rest of you sprawled in a diagonal swoon across the seat cushions.

“You’re doing it again,” Silco chides beneath his breath ­- a mockingly melodic baritone from his seat at his desk, eyes not lifting from the papers in front of him.

Your boots halt their tapping, and you drop your book page down upon your chest in a huff.

“Bored,” you complain.

“Yes, you’ve already mentioned,” he responds patiently, “Which is why I suggested some quiet reading.”

You pull a face and discard the book on the coffee table, “Can’t get into it. Feel restless.”

A lengthy exhale hisses from his nose, and his gaze ticks upwards to meet yours. Long, unimpressed face upside down in your vision from your position upon the sofa.

“If you’re feeling restless then you can make yourself useful,” his attention drops back to his work, and he gestures towards his bookshelves with a flick of his pen, “Fetch me the profit ledger for this quarter. Bottom shelf.”

“What’s the magic word?”

“Now.”

You roll your eyes and swing your legs off the back of the sofa in a single dramatic swoop to spring to your—

“Sweetheart?”

The voice swims and warps at the edges of your mind. Loud and distant all at once. The surface beneath your spine is hard and coarse. Your vision remains obscured by a fluttering curtain of darkness which slowly recedes to the outer edges in swirling patterns of dappled red and chem-green.

A face above yours. Eyes that don’t match beneath dark, pinched brows. Mouth drawn tight and age lines deep with apprehension. Cute though.

Your mouth quirks into a dopey smile.

“Hey there handsome,” you trill.

Concern darkens to irritation, “I’ve told you not to lie upside down on the sofa like that. You’re as bad as Jinx. At least she has the excuse of adolescence.”

“S’comfy.”

“Be that as it may, you—don’t even think about it,” Silco growls, pressing firmly on your sternum to force you back down to the rug when you attempt to shift up onto your elbows.

“I’m fine Silco. Just stood up too fast is all.”

“And do you think repeating that mistake is the best course of action? Lay still.”

“Cluck cluck mother hen,” you grumble. But your complaint goes ignored. Silco shifts from his haunches to sit properly at your side, and his arm snakes beneath your knees to lift them, gathering them in a bundle up onto his shoulder.

“Not now Silco. Not in the mood.”

He offers you a slow, unimpressed blink, “It’s to help the blood flow back to your brain. I shouldn’t think it will take all that long to fill up again.”

You flip him the middle finger and his annoyance chips away just a crack, allowing through a tiniest of smirks.

[rukkiya]

last christmas

(diluc x reader)

tw!!!: mentions of disordered thoughts/eating habits, fainting, reader struggles with an ED.

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You couldn’t stop the bounce of your leg as you looked around, anxiety flooding your veins. You were beyond nervous and for what? Something as simple as eating a meal?

Diluc took his apron off and cleaned his hands, getting ready to excuse himself to go and fetch you. He didn’t see you walk into the kitchen after your mothers announcement and he knows just were you might be.

As he exits the kitchen he peeks into the living room where he last saw you, to see you sitting alone on the couch. Looking as nervous as you did the day he first met you. Though, knowing the reason why your eyebrows were furrowed and you looked so nervous tore him to streads.

“It’s just one day, I can allow myself this once in a while! It’s ok!” You assure yourself, feeling absolutely stupid for having to assure yourself over something like this in the first place.

You were too lost in your own thoughts you didn’t hear Diluc call out to you. Only noticing his presence when you felt the couch dip next to you making you jump in surprise.

“My love it’s me,” Diluc’s chest rumbled softly, his hand resting on your thigh to stop the bouncing of your leg and as a form of apology for startling you.

“I called for you but it seems you didn’t hear me.” Diluc explains, hand rising to brush the hair that was covering your face.

“Ah, sorry dear.” You apologize sheepishly, sending him a closed eye smile.

“You know I can get caught up in my head sometimes.” You playfully roll your eyes and tap your forehead.

“No need to apologize,” he assures you, his rare smile gracing his lips, a dimple that is seen by so little displays itself on his cheek, the warmth of his palm making you nuzzle your face into him.

“Thank you.” You breathe out, feeling at ease suddenly, having Diluc around was enough to help quiet down the thoughts that plague your mind.

“Take your time,” He whispers, knowing just how badly this was stressing you out. “No need to rush. Just tell me when you’re ready and we’ll head in there with everyone else.” Diluc whispers as he sees the small tremble of your lower lip as you try to hide your face in his wam palm.

“Together. I’m right here. I’ll wait.” He assured you more, heart sinking more as he felt the wet tears that made their way down your face and into his palm.

He knows exactly the poisonous thoughts that plague your mind, the very thoughts that almost took you away from him, the very thoughts that just so happen to be how you both met just last year.

Archons, he doesn’t know what he would do if you weren’t around. He can’t even begin to think of what it’ll be like nor does he want to even begin but he knows the day he met you was fate for sure. That somehow your condition is what led him to spending Christmas this year with your family and you, it’s what led you to him.

You truly hadn’t meant to let anyone find out about your habit.

The habit that isn’t much of a secret really since people can see the visible weight loss and tired look on your sunken face more than ever now. You knew that what you were doing to yourself would soon be the end of you, though you always pushed that thought to the back of your mind and why? Because having a body that wasn’t the “ideal” one scared you like no other. Gaining weight scares you horribly. Though you’ve well past that ideal body image and are in the range of sickly underweight you still couldn’t bring yourself to see your problem as anything other than a habit.

A habit that would soon show you just how important it is to take proper care of your body.

You had decided to make a pit stop at the tavern and take a break from shopping around the city. Your hands and legs no, you whole body was too cold to keep moving. It only made it worse that you hadn’t eaten anything proper other than your 2 cups of coffee and an apple (though in your head that was enough) you needed to stop and get something warm before your fingers froze off.

You had decided to take a walk and do some last minute shopping to avoid any comments that your relatives always throw at you. Always circulating around your weight, never how've you been or are you ok. Instead it was “you’ve put on pounds,'' or “you look sick, are you eating enough?.” You truly couldn’t please everyone huh.

You shake your head to rid yourself of the ringing thoughts and immediately feel your body warm up. The atmosphere was lively with customers and the holiday spirit always makes you feel fuzzy.

You were stopped in your tracks by a mini line at the bar. You didn’t mind waiting at all, it was only two people that Diluc had to attend to before you at least you were in a warmer environment. It was all ok now.

You repeat your usual order in your head to prepare yourself to say aloud, though Diluc always has it ready by the time you get to ordering. You were even planning on ordering something else maybe since you know it’s the holidays and festive treats in Mondstadt we’re a delicacy and though you were scared of foods you didn’t know the estimated numbers of, you knew you had to feed yourself and it had to be now as you felt your hunger cues spike uo the second you entered.

The two people in front of you made their way to their tables after ordering and your gaze landed upon Diluc who looked unamused as ever. Though you swear you saw his gaze soften just a bit maybe, you think you did, it may just be your dizzy spells who knows.

“Working the holidays too huh? Do you ever catch a break?” You joke, smiling at him as he playfully scoffs and pushes a ready to go cup of hot choco your way.

“Get it before I give it to someone else-.” He scoffs, but his sentence cuts off as his brows draw together. He gives you a questioning look confused as to why you weren’t moving from where you were standing.

His questioning look makes your own brows furrow as you look down at your legs. You had made an attempt to move forward for your drink but to no avail. Your legs didn’t listen, heck now you thought about it you couldn’t even feel them.

“Haha, you better not!” You laugh it off, though the feeling of your whole body shaking scared you more than you showed.

“It’s just really cold please give me a-“ the ground was suddenly lifting up? A glass being dropped was heard but your head was beyond heavy to look at where it came from, who dropped it? Where were you at? Why couldn’t you feel your body?

Diluc made his way around the counter, seeing you laugh it off as you hit your legs had put him on edge. Only when your body tilted forward he knew what was about to happen. The glass he was cleaning was dropped from his grasp as his arms outstretched to your falling form, catching you just before your torso had made contact with the wooden panels.

“Hey! Hey are you-“ Diluc’s voice came out a bit louder than intended making the other patrons go quiet and look at the scene before them.

“Alright people stop being nosy. Get back to your drinks before I dump ‘em all out and make you all leave early.” Charles cleared his throat, getting boo’s from his regulars only laughing off as he nodded Diluc’s way, signaling at him to take you to the back and check on you.

In an instant Diluc pulled you close to him, picking you up and swiftly slipping his way to the back.

He laid you down. Cursing to himself as he felt heavy tremors shake your body. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable but he had to make sure you were alright. He had noticed how you looked somewhat sickly when you walked in but opted to not comment on it as it wasn’t his business but your body was abnormally shaking.

His hand made its way to your forehead, yet he felt normal temperature making him more confused at your worrying condition. Why were you shaking so much? Why did you suddenly faint?

The tavern was warm enough for customers to remove their heavy winter coats so Diluc had decided to remove yours to check thoroughly. He felt bad for having to invade your privacy but he himself was growing more and more worried as you didn’t stop shaking.

He peeled back your coat to check your torso first, were you injured? Hurt somewhere? Why haven’t you gotten this checked out? His mind races with questions.

He didn’t dare lift your shirt only looking around to see any visible rips or holes but none came up. His hands made their way to your arms and he stopped, he held your wrist in his hand and examined it. It wasn’t that anything was wrong with it, well no it wasn’t hurt at least. But it was concerningly small. Smaller than any wrist Diluc has ever seen he felt as if he were to bend it the wrong way I’d snap. Diluc let more heat than normal emit from his body. He wanted you to stop shaking before anything.

Suddenly you felt your body jolt. Your eyes shoot open and hands extend to grab onto the nearest thing to you as you look around the unfamiliar room.

Diluc felt his breath get caught in his throat upon feeling you grab him. Your hands were freezing, beyond frozen. He needed to warm you up fast, before you actually did get sick. You slowly sat up and felt a hand gently lay on your back, making your head snap in the direction the random person was holding you from.

“Calm down,” he whispers as to not startle you further.

“It’s just me.” He assures, the blown look in your eyes making his heart rate pick up. “Don’t turn too fast, you just fainted.” Diluc calmly explains to you. He slowly inhales and exhales along with you to get your uneven breathing back to normal. He nods his head at you and you nod back, signaling you were aware of the situation now. Though Diluc’s features remained calm he was anything but that. He didn’t dare say anything but through the thin fabric of your shirt where he placed his hand on your back, he felt your rib cage bones protruding through making him nervously swallow? Did you have some sort of sickness? Why in the world were your bones so prominent?

“What- what happened?” You hold your head, looking down confused as to why you weren’t in your coat anymore.

“You came in like usual, though you didn’t move from where you were standing when I told you your drink was ready, and as you were talking you fainted.” Diluc cut it short, his mind was bombarding him with questions he knew probably wouldn’t be answered.

You only focused your gaze on where your hands had grabbed onto him earlier, his forearm was emitting heat making you feel sleepy. This is the warmest you’ve felt in so long. He felt warm. He felt nice.

“Sorry sorry!” You yank your hands back into your lap, feeling embarrassed for touching the man’s arm for too long. Oh archons he’s going to think I’m some weirdo trying to cop a feel.

Diluc only shakes his head, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips as he reaches over and takes your hand in his, placing it on his forearm once again.

“I’m too cold! It must be uncomfortable, sorry.” You try pulling back once again.

“Nonsense. Stop apologizing, you actually really need to warm up.” Diluc assured, feeling slightly embarrassed himself at how he just placed your hands back on him like nothing. He didn’t care that your touch was freezing, he just wanted to warm your hands up is all.

“Are you sick?” He questions, he can’t hold them back any longer, though you don’t know Diluc too well he has grown rather fond of your presence so having one of his loyal regulars( that he won’t admit he looks forward to seeing) getting sick on him. That wasn’t something he necessarily wanted.

“You’re funny. Yes Diluc, I’m sick. Sick and tired of so much shopping!” You throw a joke his way, his mouth set into a thin line not in the mood for any joking banter.

You awkwardly swallow, feeling dumb for trying to joke around after just fainting.

“No, I’m no-“

“Why did you faint then? What’s wrong? Are you feeling weak? Take no offense when I say this but you look so tired. Have you been sleeping properly?” He couldn’t stop them, different emotions passed on your features as he asked. First surprised because he just cut you off, then scared because of the way he was looking at you, with concerned eyes, then your nerves felt it the worst of all, what if knows? Did he see my body? My jacket is off! Can see my malnourished body? Is he Disgusted? You felt as if your brain was short circuiting. The fear of being found out was making you freak out.

Insead of responding you frantically started moving, sitting up on your wobbly legs and quickly pulling your coat over your torso, feeling exposed and disgusted at yourself.

“Yeah, overworking because of the holidays you can say! Sorry Diluc, but I have cut my visit short today to head out now, my mom told me to be back before nightfall now oh boy am I going to hear her.” You zip up the jacket, you feel your lip begin to wobble as you feel your hunger cues hit you hard once again. Begging you to give it food already.and prayed that your stomach wouldn’t let a deep growl out. You didn’t dare let your gaze meet Diluc’s again, who stared up at you with an open mouth. Trying to figure out a way to stop you from leaving.

“Stop.” Diluc whispered, standing on his feet as you turned away from him, not wanting people from the tavern to listen to your business and spread rumors about your business. You hadn’t realized your voice was slightly raised more than normal.

You felt the cool air hit you again, making you deeply inhale. It was getting hard to breathe in this small room, you needed to leave.

“Happy holidays Master Diluc, sorry for worrying you I-“

“Please y/n, stop! Just stop!” He raised his voice a bit louder, it came out as more of a plea.

Diluc slowly, stapes your direction, your shoulders rising and falling at rabid speed. His chest felt heavy.

He stretches his hands out, hesitating as he reaches for your hands to get them off the door knob.

“Breath with me. You're ok. It’s ok.” He himself sharply inhales, the last thing he wanted was to send you into a panic attack.

“My apologies. I overstepped my boundaries. I shouldn’t have pried too much, you don’t have to tell me.” He gently holds your hands, too scared to move you too fast.

“I wish I w-wasn’t like t-this.” You stutter out, and Diluc holds his breath, wanting to hear what you were saying since you were speaking so low, he almost missed it.

“I want to enjoy the holidays too.” You smile up at him and Diluc’s frown deepens. You looked utterly exhausted. How were you smiling?

“Eat normally, not caring, enjoying life as it goes on because gosh who knows how long our lifelines are! Why should I spend it worrying about what I eat!! Why?!.” You question yourself, head falling in shame. A question you’ve asked yourself so many times, never getting an answer. As to why you were letting this all out in front of him beats you. It just felt right. Your cry for help to the one person who has never judged you.

“I just want to live normally. Eat normally. Not care. Not stress. Just enjoy life is all.” You breathe out. You’ve never said any of this aloud, never talked to anyone about your disordered habits or thoughts. Never been diagnosed with a disorder but anyone can see you struggle with food just by seeing how you act nervous around it.

You felt warmth emitting around your whole body now.

Diluc was left speechless. He never took it into consideration that people he knows struggle with things as serious as disordered thoughts and eating habits and hearing you say it aloud just made all the more sense. It made your past encounters and conversations you have with him all the more clear.

Some days when you’d come in late to finish up papers for work in the tavern Diluc would serve you your regular order and sometimes throw in a pastry or some fruits he had yet he had never seen you touch any of it, always asking if a to go bag before you’d leave to take back to your family. You hid it so well but the signs were so obvious.

Diluc didn’t speak, he didn’t know what to say.

His hands only slowly pulled you closer, something he’d never do but he truly didn’t know how to convey what he was thinking into words.

His arms wrap around your frame carefully. Cradling your head and pulling you by your waist. Too scared to hurt you, you are just too vulnerable right now.

“I will stop if you say so but please let me warm you up, you’re freezing cold.” He whispered, holding still for a second just in case you wanted to push him away, but you only hid your face on his shoulder, letting your body fall forward as your hands grasped the button up he was wearing for dear life.

“When you’re ready, I will walk you back home myself.” He held you close, his own breathing calming down as he felt your skin warm up a bit more than before.

It felt strange, a man you didn’t know all too well was the first to find out about your problem, yet he’s offered you so much comfort and assurance just by listening, by asking if you were ok, and not making comments others usually would when they would see you.

“My love,” you sniffle, pulling away from his hand and kissing his palm. He only hums, looking at you with delicate eyes.

“I’m ready. Let's join them.” You nod, and both dimples are put on display for you making your eyes soften with adoration and love for the man who’s helped you so much, who’s got you back on your feet.

“There’s my y/n.” A proud wide smile makes its way onto his face. “Take your time. No rush, I'll be here until you're done.” He assured, standing up and offering his hand down to you, pulling you along with him as you both made your way into the kitchen where everyone welcomed you both with smiles and cheers. Letting his face fall on you again for. His seat next to you as you slowly but surely ease a bit, and enjoy the festive meal that was made by both your mother and him. Christmas was a Holiday you both were used to spending alone but last Christmas just so happened to be the start of your new life together, growing and healing with one another and for the first time in a long time enjoying the holidays that you once dreaded.

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authors note: hihihi! omg you December yall :D so that means christams fics to come to get into the spirit hehehe!! okok uhh sadly at the moment I’m sicky sicky rn and I can’t bring myself to revise this (◕‸◕ ) ahh I’m sorry but my head hurTs- I have no idea how this is going to do honestly lol I hope it’s good enough though! I wrote this with the worst migraine and sniffles but I was DETERMINED!! I really wanted to get this out today hehe so here it is! I hope it’s not too bad! It’s also kind of really heavy sorry about that too, but writing is a way of my venting so it does help a tad bit. Hopefully you all enjoy! Hopefully stoppid sniffles leave me alone and I hope you are all staying safe (and warm)!! (｡´ ‿｀♡) <33