#here i am again drawing at 1am having to work the next day

[weird-doodle]

I just had to gajinka her

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

Little bunny 2

Yandere William Afton/Steve Raglan x reader

Dead dove do not eat! - you will get exactly what's in the tags!

Tags: FNAF, mature themes, William Afton(That guy is a warning himself)

Note: This chapter is really only fluff, nothing else except William watching you.

The next day you got ready for your night shift at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. You've heard of the place before, you even knew what Animatronics there were. When you arrived you unlocked the entrance, stepped inside and looked around for a bit. The place was dusty, evidence of break ins are visible, and the place was spooky. As you walked to the office located in the middle of the building, you flipped the switch and the power turned on. You walked back to the dining area, wondering if the Animatronics are still there. There was a red button on the wall near Pirate Cove and you pushed it, the curtains of the stage were driven back, the three main Animatronics, Freddy, Bonnie and Chica were performing, then Pirate Cove's curtains were driven back and Foxy emerged, performing too.

"Cute." You giggled to yourself and pushed the button again, the Animatronics stopped performing and everything went silent once again. You then walked back into the office, you finished the 'welcome' tape and watched the security cameras.

unbeknown to you, you were being watched through a secret camera in the office.

William Afton watched you on his laptop at his home, just like he watched everyone else who had worked there.

After a while of watching the cameras, you began to get bored. Lucky for you, the chair you're sitting on is a spinny chair, so you spinned around a couple of times but that began to bore you too. Meanwhile William was expecting you to just sleep on your job just like the other night guards before you. But you stood up and walked around the building, you got curious and you walked up to the main stage, pushed the curtains back and looked at the three mains.

"Awh, she's getting curious. Sweet." William chuckled to himself as he continued to watch you.

You tapped Freddy's shoulder out of curiousness, then booped his snoot. You moved over to Bonnie and flicked a finger over his quitar, then moved over to Chica and patted her cupcake.

"Oh goddamn, what am I doing? I am behaving like a 5 year old." You laughed to yourself and slowly made your way back to the Office.

You rummaged around in your small backbag and got your sketchbook out. You started to draw the three main Animatronics.

William was kind of surprised that you were actually starting to draw instead of just sleeping like he expected you to be.

"Perhaps you really are different after all, bunny." he chuckled to himself again.

1AM

After you finished drawing, you looked at it, proud of yourself as you used every little ounce of silence there was to sink into your creativity to create this drawing of yours. But then you heard something...

You jumped, peeking out carefully from the office door, you saw nothing. You checked every security camera, nothing. The entrance is still locked up, no one would have made it inside unless unlocked.

Meanwhile William grinned from ear to ear at seeing how spooked you've got. "Now it's getting to entertainment..." he wished he could have been there to scare you himself...

You sighed, "Not on my watch."

Instead of following the dumb horror movie cliché, you simply closed the door again, pulling your phone out and reading something, not noticing how Freddy walked to the window beside the door, staring at you.

Thud...

You looked over, nearly jumping out of the chair as you saw Freddy Fazbear looking straight at you.

"What the...fuck...?" You held a hand to your chest, trying to calm yourself down. "Freddy?" At hearing his name, Freddy raised his eyebrows and tilting his head slightly to the side. You walked closer to the window, but not too close since you knew he could bash the window in and grab you, "What are you doing here?" You ask, thinking how stupid you might look like talking to a robot like a little child. Freddy then moved his hand to his face and booped his snoot with his index finger, just like you did a few minutes ago when you got bored. "How do you know I did that?" You asked, wondering if the Animatronics developed over time like a goddamn AI.

Freddy wiggled with his ears and made a laughing motion with his mouth, making you laugh a little bit. Then an Idea came into your mind.

You grabbed the drawing you made and showed it to Freddy, holding it close to his face. Freddy wiggled his hears even more and made his laughing motion again, closing his eyes then opening them again.

You were blushing at his movements, "Are...are you friendly?" You asked and Freddy nodded his head a little.

Thud...

You turned around to the other door of the office and saw Bonnie standing there just like Freddy was, staring at you through the glas. Bonnie tilted his head and wiggled his ears too just like Freddy did.

You walked over to Bonnie and showed him the drawing too, making him wiggle his ears again and close his eyes with the laughing motion too.

Then...

Everything went dark.

The lights went out, and you heard the doors automatically open again.

You realized the power went out, but you quickly went to the switch and flipped it again.

The lights went on again, but this time the doors were open, and Bonnie and Freddy were now inside your office!

You gasped at seeing them in the office. But they didn't make any sudden moves, instead both of them tilted their heads again and wiggled their ears a little, wondering if you were scared of them.

"Are you going to hurt me?" you asked them, and both of them shook their heads. No.

Then you saw Chica appear behind Freddy, who was standing in the door way just like Bonnie was. She raised her cupcake and patted it just like you did when you were at the stage.

Then...

"Dum, dum, dum, dum"

You got scared, it sounded like a robot singing, and then you noticed Foxy standing at the glas beside Bonnie in the door way. Foxy's mouth hanged open a little bit, like being surprised to see a guest here.

'Are they all going to rip me apart now?' You thought.

You walked a little closer to Foxy, but remembering you only drawed Freddy, Bonnie and Chica and not Foxy.

"I forgot to draw you Foxy." You said in a sad tone, seeing Foxy lower his hears and head slightly, as if being sad.

"But if you want I can do that." You suggested and Foxy instantly made a happier expression.

So you grabbed your sketchbook again and started drawing Foxy in the Pirate Cove while all the Animatronics were standing behind you and watched you drawing. After you were done you showed it to Foxy and he made the same ear wiggling, laughing motion and closed eye motion like Freddy and Bonnie.

Bonnie then extended his arms towards you, motioning a hug while looking at you. You knew he wanted to hug you. You hugged him.

Chica made the same, and so did you. You hugged her, then Freddy and then Foxy. You glanced at the clock on the wall,

2:30AM.

The rest of the night shift went by fast, the Animatronics keeping you company and you drawing them.

Soon it was 6AM and you hugged all the Animatronics again and saying goodbye to them. You got out and locked the entrance and made your way home.

William who watched everything on his laptop smiled, but it wasn't a friendly smile,

"Do you really think being friends with the Animatronics will save you now?" He chuckled,

"Think again, bunny... tomorrow will be a different show..

[kakushino]

Take a picture

(???)! Rengoku Kyojuro x GN! Reader

He's just too perfect.

Tags: suggestive, modern AU, reader is photographer, otherworldy vibes, not much plot to speak of uwu Word count: 1,5k

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AN: Written as a gift from cupid to the lovely lovebird @nymphoheretic - I hope it sets your cheeks ablaze if nothing else~ (forgive me for posting it an hour earlier than 6pm your time but I am lazy to change date on scheduling, as it would be 1am 15th for me)

It was an honor to work with a man as esteemed as Rengoku Kyojuro. Even if the gig paid less than it should - it was for a charity - you were excited, so much so that you could not sleep half the night from the giddy feeling welling up in your belly.

Rengoku Kyojuro, a model and a fire dancer in one, a reputably kind person with a good word and encouragement honeying his lips anytime he spoke with his fans. Gods, you hoped you wouldn’t embarrass yourself in front of him.

As you had woken up early, before your alarm even, you went to make sure everything was prepared at the studio you were to do the photoshoot in. It was by no means a large one, but you would make do. You had to.

“Hello!”

The exuberant voice startled you out of your thoughts. He was here. 

You turned to him and greeted him shyly, introducing yourself and extending your hand to shake with his.

Instead of the usual greeting, he bent down slightly to kiss your knuckles, keeping eye contact - his irises, as vibrant and fiery as a flame, drawing you in, making you forget all the words you planned to say when you met at last…

You blinked, and the spell was gone.

“It’s nice to meet you in person, Rengoku-san.” You swallowed dryly, trying to fix your composure. 

The man tilted his head curiously, a wide smile blooming on his handsome face, a light seemingly radiating from him like a rare scorching summer day in autumn months. “The pleasure is all mine, my dear! You look stunning on this fine day!” 

What a strange thing to say- Nevertheless the compliment made you smile shyly. “I- thank you… Would you like something to drink? Tea or coffee? Or- uuh, anything else?” A waft of his cologne reached your nose and you suddenly felt thirsty for- not what you were offering to him, but an other something - what it was, you had no clue.

“A glass of water would do me fine, my dear. Thank you!”

You quickly stumbled back, realizing he still had your hand in his from greeting each other - his thumb had been caressing the back of your hand the entire time. Odd, how you haven’t noticed… Rengoku let go without a fuss, the same wide smile still adorning his face. 

Fetching that glass of water for him - and you, gods, you were suddenly so parched - allowed you a moment to breathe free of his presence. 

What was that?!

Gods, you could hardly remember what just transpired between the two of you from the moment your eyes met his…

You came back with two glasses to see Rengoku already seated at the sofa in front of the camera, scrolling through his phone, the wide smile still stuck on his face. So strange…

You placed your glass off to the side by your camera and walked closer to offer him his. Only, the second your shoe met the space illuminated by the studio lighting, his bright eyes turned to you. You nearly, nearly, stumbled over your own two feet. 

“Ah, you have returned, my dear!” He quickly stood up and closed the distance between the two of you, his hand already reaching for the glass, yet he was suddenly too close and he was looming over you, his face as if shadowed, his eyes aglow as they focused on you. Your hands touched on the glass.

The look he gave you ignited something in your belly, the heat blooming on your cheeks, and goosebumps spread across your skin. You hoped he didn’t notice.

The moment passed. 

You blinked rapidly, trying to get your bearings again. Rengoku’s scent filled your senses even as he walked behind you to place his glass beside yours - or so you figured, for when you turned, they stood next to each other and the man himself was in front of you again. 

How is he so fast?

“Shall we start then?” he prompted gently, licking his lips. The action had to be unconscious - had to be - it couldn’t be deliberate… The double meaning of his question made your heart pound and heat pool in your stomach.

“Y-yes!”

You quickly passed by him, attempting to breathe normally - through your mouth, his cologne too intoxicating to ignore, so you eliminated the source of influence - and fiddling with your camera settings. You re-checked everything, even though you knew it was set to your usual to start with, and glanced up at him. 

Rengoku assumed an effortlessly sexy position, manspreading on the comfortable couch in his suit. Your mouth went dry. Dear gods, however would you survive today?

Pose after pose after pose, different settings, different lighting, and slowly undressing. The topic for the photoshoot was ‘Tease’ and Kyojuro - he had told you to call him that after you addressed him Rengoku-san one too many times (“Rengoku-san is my father!” he laughed heartily, loudly.) - Kyojuro? He was perfect at strip-teasing.

His figure was a sculpture - too flawless, nearly eldritch in its magnificence - giving off the feeling of being slightly… off. It was strange, an untrained eye wouldn’t notice, but you did. Your eyes took him in, each dip and hair and freckle perfectly symmetrical and neat. Unnatural.

Yet alluring all the same.

You had never in your life seen a body that called to you as much as his. Saliva pooled in your mouth, to your shame, and you used the excuse of playing with the focus on your camera to oogle him.

Stop it! Work now, admire later!

“Like something you see?” A foxy grin spread across his handsome face, too many teeth though he appeared perfectly normal. “Take a picture, it will last longer.”

You had to take a sip of your water to hopefully cool down your cheeks. Contrary to your wishes, a molten heat spread in your belly when you looked back at him. 

Kyojuro was a dangerous specimen.

A fog settled over your mind as you both tried to remain professional - at least you did. His heated gaze seemed to be aimed at you, not the camera. He had to be seducing you! Another sip of your water proved unsuccessful in cooling you off again, though you maintained an illusion of nonchalance.

When you had to demonstrate the pose you wanted him to do, you caught a whiff of his natural scent - somehow cloyingly sweet yet musky, so thick it stuck to the roof of your mouth. It should be an unpleasant smell but it was addicting. You discreetly swallowed to get more of him on your tongue as you watched him assume the exact same position you showed him.

Fuck… Any person would be lucky to call Kyojuro theirs, or rather, for Kyojuro to call them his. You felt he was more of the possessive type - especially for a shiny thing such as a lover.

You had to dispel such thought from your mind. Why did you even think of that? The whole situation was so odd, surreal. Your brain filled with ways Kyojuro could claim you on that sofa, ways you could claim him. 

Another alluring grin - for the camera? for you? His teeth were blindingly white - were his canines a little more prominent than normal? His eyes set on you - him with you, him under you, him above you-

No!

A deep breath. 

What was happening to you? 

The hum reverberated from the back of his throat into your spine, even at the distance you two were at. 

Kyojuro was down to his slacks - belt unbuckled, zipper unzipped - his legs thrown over the backseat of the sofa, his body laying on the seats, his head upside down and his hair a waterfall of fire. Even in such a compromising position - with you standing scarcely a few feet away - it was you who was at his mercy.

It was the last shot of that day. Once you got it, you remained where you were, speechless. What could be said? ‘You seduced me, take responsibility’? No. ‘Thank you for your hard work, let’s never see each other again’? No.

You forced yourself to glance at the clock on the wall. It was… already evening? You hadn’t felt even a twinge of hunger in your belly, nor had your model protested at all. Models were usually the whiniest babies on Earth, what-?

You looked back at where Kyojuro should be sitting only to be met with his bare chest.

What?

He leaned in closer, his eyes near glowing, hypnotizing. His otherworldly charm settled over your mind, inducing a haze, as you took in the sweet smell of purely him, your body was pulled closer into his by powers foreign to your senses. He was so…

“Would you be so kind and accompany me to dinner, sweetling?” his voice was barely above whisper, a fact rather than a question. 

You found yourself nodding, swallowing down another mouthful of saliva that gathered from having his undivided attention on you. 

“It’s settled then. We eat and then I feast… on dessert.” 

Kyojuro licked his lips, a bright gleam of too large canines catching your eye.

“I’m sure you will taste exquisite.”

dividers by @hitobaby network: @enchantedforest-network

AN: To be honest, I struggled with myself to post it because I feel like it's not good enough... ANYGAYS - I intended Kyo to be a fae but who knows~ he could be a vampire too~

[skoulsons]

started crying thinking about this at 1am in bed so. ✌🏻 my writing doesn’t do the mental image I had justice so please bear with me ok i got sad and am a Bad Writer

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Tommy gave it to her. Ellie had been asking him endless questions about Sarah that he could barely answer without cracking. Eventually the conversation was too taxing on Tommy, so he gave Ellie the picture. This is her, he’d said. She was a… beautiful kid.

It was the one of Joel with his hand over Sarah’s eyes. Both their faces were beaming and their smiles were so wide.

She didn’t think Joel could smile that wide. And Sarah? Yeah, she did have a killer smile.

Joel didn’t know Tommy gave Ellie the picture, but what caught him even more off guard was seeing Ellie admire it.

His hitched breath is what alerted Ellie to his presence. Joel made his way from the living room to the kitchen with a shaky breath and fists tight enough to draw blood from his palms.

Ellie kid the photo quickly and followed Joel, pestering him with a mix of are you okay’s and I’m sorry’s. Ellie’s concerns never landed on his ears—only the swift, fleeting sound her laugh as he covered her eyes and the dad! Shouted as he chuckled at the photo opportunity.

Sarah. Her smile. Her laugh. Her voice.

-

They don’t talk about it. At least, not until later. Not until Ellie’s curiosity got the best of her. Not until Joel had calmed down and she thought maybe.

Besides, she lost Riley. And Henry. And Sam. He’d understand, right? Thinking about her the way Ellie thinks about them? Dreaming about them?

She was his daughter, of course he did. His nightmares filled with it should’ve been me over and over again. They had to be about Sarah.

Maybe, in a way, it was selfish to ask him about her. Maybe, also, she was doing it so he could have the chance to talk about her. It couldn’t hurt, right?

“Do you still think about her?”

Joel shuffled his feet and breathed. Lying and leaving both crossed his mind, but they wouldn’t do any good. She’d come back with them again sometime later. He nodded his head. “Every day,” he said, keeping his voice steady.

Ellie nodded at the response. Really, that was all she needed. It answered her question. But, again, curiosity. What was she like? What made her laugh? Did you watch movies with her, too?

To her surprise, she’s not the one to ask the next question.

“Do you have it?”

His question surprised her, but Ellie didn’t waste a second to run upstairs, two steps at a time, and grab the photo.

When she returned, Joel’s face was in his hands. He wasn’t crying, not yet at least, but he must’ve been preparing.

Ellie wondered if he’d seen her face in full since That Day.

She sat beside him again and held the photo out. “Here,” she whispered.

He took the picture from her and held it in both his hands, his left thumb gently under Sarah’s chin.

Joel sniffed seeing her in full now. How perfect she was.

And the realization hits him way too late that all he ever did was take her for granted. Her first word, her first steps, the first time she fed herself with a fork. Her first swimming lessons and her first day of soccer practice. Their first guitar lesson together and the first time sarah cooked breakfast for him before work, just because she wanted to.

He hugged her extra tight that morning.

Every fair, museum visit and road-trip were taken for granted. Every smile and cry. Every bloody knee, twisted ankle, and calloused finger.

Joel rubbed his left thumb over her face gently and, for a brief moment, it felt like her skin. It wasn’t her face on a piece of paper anymore, it was her. The perfect, clean skin he’d washed more time than he could count. The cheeks that he’d wiped tears from so many times over. The nose he’d kissed when she was a baby. It was her.

He cried. He clutched the photo as gently as he could in one hand and cried.

Ellie was there, of course. She was pressed against his arm, her hand draped over his arm that was periodically wiping the tears from his face. His other hand was still holding tightly to the photo, his thumb occasionally brushing over her face.

And after Joel felt her the way he’d denied doing for twenty years, he talked about her more. Her beautiful smile. The way she’d always laugh at his stupid attempts at dad jokes. Her height, her room, the music she liked and how she and Tommy would gang up on Joel all turned into lengthy conversations and heartwarming memories between them.

[sugas-sweetheart]

Take a Break || Sugawara Kōshi

Not me being inspired at 2am by @ordinary-ace’s suga drabble from the other week, the comfort oneshot I reblogged by @blushingbaka and the fact that my parents think I’m overworking myself and I was very stressed about my exams 😼 and even with all that work my physics exam the other day didn’t make much sense at least exams enDED YESTERDAY -  so I wrote this and spat it out for you all, enjoy x

It had been multiple hours since you fled the living room to finish your essay, knowing that if you had stayed in his arms a little longer you’d be asleep. The dusty haired student had started to grow concerned over your recent habits: wake up, go to lectures, come home, work until you ate together, and off to work again. He had noticed growing dark circles around your eyes and a lack of engagement in simple conversations, how you were getting through your lectures in this state was a wonder to him. 

This year had been difficult, almost all students had a plethora of work to get through and he knew you worked hard, but he had never seen you work this hard. Even with exams and normal work, Suga was able to make time for himself and you, so just how much extra work were you doing. 

It was a Friday evening, he knew you liked to get work out of the way before the weekend, but maybe stopping before it hit 1am tonight would be a good idea. Clad in his large sage coloured hoodie and grey sweatpants, he started making his way from the kitchen to the small desk in the corner of the shared bedroom. 

He leaned against the door frame, arms folded across his chest, and opted to just admire you as you worked, eyes concentrated, fingers tapping away and only pausing to jot something down on the notebook laid out next to you. You’d sometimes pause to rub your eyes before returning to your work; it was evident that you were growing more tired as the minutes went by.

“As proud of you as I am, I think you should take a break from studying.” Suga’s pleas went unnoticed as music flowed through the earphones that were snug in your ears and had been for an obscene amount of hours now.

He quickly grew tired of being unheeded by you in your exhausted state and quietly stepped closer to the desk until he was stood behind you. The former setter carefully tugged the earbuds out, placing them on the desk and placed his chin on your shoulder.

“I’ll repeat what I said when you had them in, as proud of you as I am, I think you need to take a break” was whispered into your ear as youd topped typing and stared straight ahead.

“Ko, I have so much to get through” you argued back and began to type again. You could feel your eyes watering, If you stopped for too long they would begin to flow and you were not about to cry in front of him or about this insipid assignment.

A soft pressure from his lips was placed against your temple, the comforting and velvety feeling eased the band of tension running across your head slightly. Moving a calloused hand to your cheek, he carefully pulled your face towards him so that he could look at you and ran his hand under your eyes and across your cheek. Your eyes drifted shut from the familiar and reassuring touch that he provided and once again you could feel the streams of tears waiting to be released.

“You’ve been working very hard, sweetheart, and I just want you to look after yourself” he proceeded to run his thumb across the cheek he held as he awaited a response. Just cherishing how you looked in the combination of moonlight that poured through the window, and the blue light of your computer.

“So much work has been piling up and then there’s exams, I don’t know if I can get through it all” that was the moment that you opened your eyes to look up at his hazel ones. Then, the first tear fell, slowly and steadily, all the way down till his thumb wiped it away.

His eyes widened slightly at the prospect of you being so stressed that it made you cry.

“Hey, hey, it’ll be okay. shh,” his words were quiet but impactful as he lightly pushed your face into his chest and he held you as your arms moved to grip onto his hoodie. “I’m right here, you can get through it. I know you can, honey, okay?”

All was quiet apart from the light shushing that fell from his lips and a faint sniffling sound coming from you. He continued to pet your hair to calm you, until the idea of making you comfy and taking you away from your work seemed like a good idea. 

“Let’s get you out of these clothes and I’ll meet you in bed with some tea, hmm how does that sound?” Hearing his soft voice again brought your face out of his chest as you slowly nodded to his proposition. He pulled away from you to grab a large hoodie of his from the other side of the room and placed it on the bed for you. He moved towards the door whilst giving a reassuring smile and stating he’d be back quickly.

Deciding to actually listen to his instruction, you plodded over to your draws getting out comfy clothes and topped it off with his charcoal coloured hoodie. The soft fabric of his fit comfortably and your senses were filled with the smell of fresh laundry and sweet mint.

As you settled into your side of the bed, the door was lightly pushed open, silver locks and pulled up green sleeves peaked round the door with two cups. A smile was on his face. He joined you, handed you a mug of tea and started playing a relaxing playlist quietly in the background.

He pulled your form close, keeping an arm around you as you snuggled into him. Steam rose, helping to clear your head, and a low, steady hum was heard.

Only partially through your tea and head resting on Suga’s shoulder, your eyes started closing as the rhythm of his heart and humming sent you into your slumber. He moved your mug onto the bedside table you to avoid you dropping it and placed a light kiss on your forehead; he decided to follow you in his own tired state but not before uttering the words “I love you.”

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[turning-dreams-into-chaos]

Run After You

(Peter Parker x Reader)

~Master~

Word Count: 1.1K

A/N: I don’t know how this is so please lmk! It’s 1am. Yep.

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You didn’t know how long you could sit here and watch Peter and MJ talk during lunch, seeing your boyfriend barely pay any attention to you at all. You hated being jealous and this wouldn’t be such a big deal if it didn’t seem like an everyday occurrence. Peter and you would be talking during lunch but the moment MJ approached the table, it was like you were invisible. You tried to ignore it and just get Peter’s attention onto you again but it almost seems impossible. Picking at your food you kept glancing up at him, counting how many times he looked at you during the meal and not surprised to see you could count on one hand.

Ned slid into the seat next to you, reaching over to steal Peter’s juice before casting you a glance when Peter didn’t even look away from MJ. “What’s up?” Ned asked quietly and you just shrugged before letting your eyes flicker to Peter briefly before back to Ned. He nodded in understanding before scooching a broken cookie to you. You chuckled under your breath before shaking your head. Lowering his voice, Ned leaned into you. “Have you tried to talking?”

You nodded slowly, taking a deep breath. “Went right back.” Ned made a face before you sighed. “I just wished he realized what he was doing and he would pay me a little of attent-” Your voice deflated as you and Ned watched Peter and MJ leave the table, deep in a conversation without even saying goodbye.

“Did he just-“

“Yup.”

“Without saying-“

“Yup.”

“Wow.” Ned was shocked but in all honesty, you weren’t. You grabbed your tray, standing up and scaring Ned as you said a quick goodbye before throwing away your lunch, not even bothering to eat as you followed behind Peter and MJ into a classroom. You didn’t think Peter was cheating. Peter Parker wouldn’t cheat on you.

At least you hoped.

But following them into the empty room together gave you pause. You stood in the doorway, staring through the crack in the door as you listened to them speak. They weren’t talking about much, MJ showing Peter some of her drawings, and Peter, surprising both you and MJ, pulled out his camera and showed MJ some of the pictures he had taken lately. You bit your lip, feeling your heart stop.

Peter never showed you pictures he took on his camera.

It was months into the relationship before you were even aware he had one. Yet, he shows MJ? You knocked on the door, pushing it open as MJ turned around and Peter looked up, shoving his camera into his bag before meeting your eyes.

“Can we talk?” You asked, trying not to make it seem like you were upset. MJ shrugged and they shared a look before she walked out of the room, holding her sketchbook in her hand and you offered her a polite smile on the way out.

The was a weird silence that came over the two of you as Peter stayed in his spot and you finally realized how different your relationship has grown over time and not in a good way. “Did you want to talk about something?” Peter asked and you had to keep yourself from scoffing.

You nodded, deciding to give Peter the benefit of the doubt. “You just left back there in the cafeteria. I- You didn’t even tell me you were leaving.”

Peter hesitated before shrugging. “MJ wanted to show me her drawings and you were talking to Ned.”

“And the camera?” you said as soon as he was done. Peter didn’t answer and you took it as your signal you weren’t going to get an answer. “How often do you show her pictures?”

“I-I don’t know.” Peter stuttered and you took a deep breath.

“So, this wasn’t the first time?” Your voice had quieted, too scared of the answer and with another hesitation Peter shook his head, telling you he’d done it before. “You’ve never shown me your camera before.”

Peter gulped, putting on a smile as he refused to look at you. “Look Y/N, nothing is going on between MJ and me, if that’s what you’re worried about. I’d never cheat on you.”

“I know!” You stopped him. “I’m not worried you’d cheat on me. I just feel like-“ You stopped yourself, not know how to phrase this. “You never show me your camera.”

“Stop with the camera! It’s just a camera!”

“Then why can’t I look at it?” You didn’t want to yell but with Peter’s raised voice, it happens. “I’m your girlfriend! Not MJ!”

“I know you are!” Peter ran a hand over his face as you guys came closer, both of you growing mad at not only each other but with yourselves. “It's just sometimes it doesn’t feel like it.”

“When?” You furrowed your brows, trying to figure out how Peter hadn’t realized what he was doing, or maybe he knew exactly what he was doing.

“When was the last time you sat next to me during lunch?” Peter scoffed, feeling like he was being interrogated.

“I was just sitting with you!”

“And you said a total of 6 words to me! ‘Hey! How are you? That’s cool!’” You counted the words out on your fingers. “And you didn’t sit next to me. You sat next to MJ. Just like yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that, and every day last week.”

“I didn’t-“

“Ask Ned, Pete.” Your voice was sharp as you tried to control your anger. It was obvious Peter was getting upset as well, his jaw locked as he refused to look at you. “Ned was the one who sat next to me every day and threw me so many apologetic glances any time he’d see you spend more time talking to MJ than your actual girlfriend.”

“That’s not fair!”

You brought a hand up, cutting him off before taking a calming breath. “Peter, why do I feel like I am the only one in this relationship trying to make it work?”

Peter had been getting worked up since the moment you stepped into the room and started this conversation with him. “Then maybe there shouldn’t be a relationship!”

You gasped, going wide-eyed as you just processed what your boyfriend had said. “Do really mean that?” You whispered, your voice cracking as you looked at Peter. His eyes were locked on the ground, a look on his face that told you he meant it. He really meant it. “You want to break up?”

You watch Peter turn around as tears started to cloud your eyes and you knew you needed to get out of there. Peter listened to your rapid footsteps through the classroom before the door slammed and he heard MJ call your name. That’s when Peter knew whatever he had just done he’d regret it.

He didn’t want to break up with you, but as he stood in the classroom alone, he realized he didn’t run after you.

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Love Enough to Spare

doing this thing | day 17 - accidental voyeurism

wow this got long af and also was not finished on time and also doesn’t exactly fit the prompt, but it’s 1am and I am exhausted so have some smut 🎉

Geralt usually prefers the silence of the forest to the comfort of towns and Jaskier can hardly blame him for that considering the way he's treated. It does, however, make Geralt's absolute insistence that they reach town before nightfall, a little out of character. They're not wanting for anything and it's a beautiful night - bright and clear to the point where Jaskier would happy to sleep out under the stars. But Geralt is adamant. Even when they're both weary and in need of rest, Geralt pushes on. Usually, he would let Jaskier stops for a few moments to rest, but not tonight.

Jaskier's confusion only grows when they reach the town. It's old and small; only a few houses, a blacksmith, and, surprisingly, a small inn. The place is tiny, just a single level and no common area to speak of, which makes it even more surprising when Geralt insists on paying for two rooms. Once again, Jaskier keeps his mouth shut and takes the key Geralt presses into his hand. There isn't any point in arguing when Geralt is this set on something.

He can't help but be a little disappointed though. Most of their money goes toward feeding Roach and upkeep on Geralt's armour and swords, as such staying in town usually means sharing a bed to save money - and those are Jaskier's favourite nights. Alas, it seems tonight will not be one of them and after bidding Geralt goodnight at the front counter, he makes his way to his appointed room.

Jaskier sets his lute to one side of the small room and goes about his nightly routine, but it's lonely without Geralt and even when he crawls into bed, he finds himself leaving space for someone else. It's summertime, so it isn't cold sleeping alone, but it does feel strange; even when Jaskier is not sharing a bed with Geralt, he is always somewhere close by. He misses the whisper of Geralt's breath, the shuffling sounds as he makes himself comfortable. This little room in this little inn is much too quiet.

So he tosses and turns for a little while before sitting up and lighting a candle. There's nothing for it; he'll either have to sneak into Geralt's room to sleep - by now he should have finished whatever he needed the separate room for - or he'll be awake all night and have to travel half-awake tomorrow. The latter is clearly the lesser choice, but he isn't sure he'll be welcome in Geralt's room, so for now, he pulls out his notebook and takes to writing.

He loses track of time, but it's well after midnight when Jaskier hears footsteps outside his door. Curious, and hopeful that Geralt has changed his mind about their separation, he climbs out of bed and tiptoes across the room to the door. He peers through a crack in the wood, hoping to see Geralt on the other side of the door, but when he looks- he's a Witcher, certainly, but not Geralt.

The man outside his door isn't dissimilar to Geralt, but his hair is cropped much shorter and it's dark where it falls around his ears. He's dressed in red and black and he crosses his arms over his chest, leaning against the wall so his face is turned away. He's waiting, Jaskier realizes, but for what?

Jaskier gets his answer a few moments later when Geralt's bedroom door swings open and he steps out into the main room in only his trousers. Geralt smiles as he lays eyes on the visitor and the other Witcher relaxes, pushing off the wall and spreading his arms to pull Geralt into a hug. A friend, Jaskier realizes, though he had already assumed as much when he's put the man down as a Witcher.

Geralt lets himself be drawn closer and he doesn't move when the other man's arms cinch around his waist. It's only then that Jaskier realizes Geralt's arms are around his neck and that one of his hands is pushing up into the stranger's hair. Ah, so more than just a friend.

"Eskel," Geralt breathes and the man nuzzles against his neck.

"Been a while, Wolf."

"Mm, too long."

Eskel, Jaskier thinks. He knows that name, though Geralt has only mentioned him in passing; one of the few wolves left. He knows Geralt spends the winter with them, but the rest of the year - or most of it - he's with Jaskier. Suddenly, the insistence on town and two rooms make sense: this is a meeting place and Geralt has been eagerly awaiting their reunion if his actions now are anything to go by.

He draws back just a little, letting his palms slide against Eskel's shoulders and he smiles at him, head cocked like he's appraising him. Even in the dim lighting, Jaskier can see how beautiful he is, how his eyes are soft in Eskel's presence, his face free of its usual strain and concern.

There's a faint twitch of jealousy than runs through his as Eskel tips forward and catches Geralt's lips in a soft kiss. It's readily welcomed and Geralt shuts his eyes and presses closer, letting himself be drawn in by Eskel. Jaskier presses down his own emotions, happy enough to see Geralt so serene and he shuts his eyes to catch his breath.

In all the years he's known Geralt, he's only ever known him to have shown affections for Yennefer and that was never with the same warm familiarity. It was soft and loving in its own way, he supposes, until the spell was broken, but when Jaskier stumbled upon Geralt and Yen it wasn't like this. He isn't sure what to compare it to, his own relationships barely lasting outside a couple of hours, but there's a distinct intimacy between the two men that Jaskier could never hope to live up to.

"Fuck, I've missed you," Eskel rumbles, drawing away to kiss Geralt's neck.

"It's barely been four months," Geralt huffs back. He makes no attempt to push Eskel away or take a step back himself. Instead, he pulls one of Eskel's hands from his waist, tangling their fingers together. When Eskel stops and looks up at him, Geralt smiles. "I've missed you, too." Geralt leads and Eskel follows him into his room, disappearing with a click of the door.

Jaskier is disappointed, though he knows he shouldn't be. He shouldn't pry into Geralt's life, though as he crosses back to his bed and crawls back under his blanket, he can't get the image of the two men out of his head. Next door, there's a thud against the wall and a low chuckle and Jaskier closes his eyes, pretending like he doesn't know what's going on. If he acknowledges it, he'll either be overcome with jealousy or arousal and neither is preferable to the other in this situation.

He rolls onto his stomach, pressing his face into the pillow and hopes that sleep will take him soon. But it doesn't.

As Jaskier turns once again onto his side, Geralt groans from the other side of the wall, and Jaskier's mind is flooded with images of all the things Eskel could be doing to draw those sounds from him. It certainly doesn't aid his inability to sleep. Perhaps he could write about it - with the names changed, of course - to distract himself from the event itself. But it doesn't work, as it turns out.

Jaskier sits up and retrieves his notebook, but now that he's awake, the sounds from the other side of the wall only seem more prominent. And Jaskier isn't immune to the sounds of sex, though he tries not to be. He tamps down the coil of heat in his gut, occupies his twitching fingers with his quill, even if it means sketching mindlessly instead of writing when his mind won't focus. He wonders if Geralt has to put up with this all the time. They stay in many inns and Jaskier has firsthand experience as to Geralt's sensitive hearing; there must be times when he can hear others fucking.

What if he's heard him? Another wave of arousal crashes over him and next door, someone moans softly. Jaskier's attention is immediately diverted and he tangles his fingers in the sheets to keep from touching himself. The sounds get louder and Jaskier pries himself out of his bed, grabs his cloak from the back of the chair and drapes it over his shoulders as he leaves the room. He doesn't even make it to the door before he hears a creak of hinges behind him.

"Jaskier," Geralt hisses and Jaskier sighs and wraps his cloak around him before turning to face him. Geralt's leaning halfway out the door and he looks... gods, he looks well-fucked for lack of a better word. And words seem to be escaping Jaskier right now.

Geralt is shirtless, his hair mussed and sticking out all over the place and Jaskier's cock gives a twitch of interest and he has to swallow back a groan. His fingers itch to run through Geralt's hair, to run down his chest and tangle in the hair there. He doesn't answer for fear of blurting his thoughts out loud.

"Come here," Geralt demands and Jaskier's feet obey before he can stop himself. Thankfully, he has the wherewithal to stop before he's too close and Geralt gives him a look. "Where do you think you're going? Do you know how late it is?"

"I was just-" he says but finds he doesn't know what he was just about to do "-going for a walk."

"Do you know how late it is?"

"I, er- yes, but-"

"Jaskier, go back to bed."

"I'd rather not." He says, looking down at the floor as heat rises in his cheeks. His brain races with something to say that's not just I can't listen to you fucking him any longer but nothing comes to mind. Just then, Eskel appears over Geralt's shoulder, pulling the door open a little further. He looks at Jaskier, taking him in and leaning in against Geralt's back.

"Why don't you ask him to stay?" he breathes and it's so quiet that at first Jaskier thinks he's mistaken until he sees the look on Geralt's face. Geralt turns to look at him, and Eskel leans in closer but his eyes remain on Jaskier. "I know you want him," Eskel hums, "and I can never deny you anything you want."

"I-" Geralt starts - and so far as Jaskier is concerned, this is the most important thing - he doesn't deny it. He turns back to face Jaskier looking more lost and helpless than Jaskier thought a Witcher could. He lifts his eyes but doesn't quite meet Jaskier's. "You're welcome to join us," he breathes, quietly like he's afraid Jaskier might hear him, "if you like."

Jaskier's entire body prickles with arousal and he shifts his stance. His tongue feels heavy in his mouth, afraid that if he tries to speak this will all be a dream and he'll wake alone in his bed. He nods lightly and Geralt's expression brightens immediately.

"Come on then," Eskel says and Jaskier takes a step forward, watching the way they both watch him, how Geralt especially can't keep his eyes off of him.

It's equal parts exciting a nerve-wracking, but he doesn't let himself think too much about it as he approaches the door. When he's close enough, Geralt slips an arm around his waist and Jaskier allows himself to be drawn into the room. The door shuts behind them and as Geralt rounds on him, another pair of hands slide up his back, curling around his shoulders before moving down again. Jaskier presses into the touch, physically leaning back and taking in the image in front of him. At first, Geralt seems concerned about his distance, but when he realizes Jaskier is (staring), his lips twitch into a vague smile and he brings his hands to Jaskier's hips.

Geralt is fully naked now as he suspects, Eskel is behind him. Jaskier takes in the firm lines of his chest, reaching out to slip his fingers through the hair there and he follows it down. Geralt shudders as Jaskier's fingers slip below his navel, but Jaskier hesitates a moment before continuing his journey down. His fingertips barely brush against Geralt's cock, but he can feel how hard he is and Jaskier wants more. His fingers twitch against his skin and when Geralt doesn't stop him, Jaskier slips lower, curling a hand around the base of Geralt's cock. Jaskier doesn't have a chance to think anything past, fuck, he's big, before Geralt presses into his space, capturing Jaskier's lips in a heated kiss.

Behind him, Eskel presses closer, sliding his hands down Jaskier's thighs. His hands are rough, calloused like Geralt's, but despite the way Eskel's fingertips press into his skin, all Jaskier can focus on his Geralt's mouth against his own. He moans softly against him and Geralt's hands rise to his neck, unclasping his cloak and letting it drop. Eskel collects it, tossing it toward a chair at the edge of the room. His hands shortly return to Jaskier, slipping around to his front and fumbling with the ties on Jaskier's shirt.

Geralt huffs a soft laugh, breaking away from Jaskier to take Eskel's hands. He presses them to Jaskier's hips and goes about untying JAskier's shirt himself. He's gentle about it, and Jaskier appreciates the care he takes with his clothes, but right now he'd rather just have it torn off of him and repaired in the morning if need be. But he waits patiently as Geralt's fingers work at the ties.

"Do you like that?" Geralt breathes, pressing his forehead to Jaskier's. Jaskier nods softly, a small sigh slipping between them as Geralt finishes with the ties and drops his hands to his trousers. Eskel takes care of his shirt, lifting it above his head and discarding it.

Without the hindrance of clothing, Jaskier can feel the heat of Eske's body pressing up against him and he leans into it, pushing his hips forward to ease Geralt's work. He drops his head back, pressing his nose under Eskel's chin and kissing him experimentally. Eskel hums softly and tips Jaskier's chin up to look at him.

"You really are beautiful," he whispers and Jaskier flourishes under the praise. Immediately, he likes Eskel; like the touch of his hands and the low timbre of his voice. "Can I kiss you?" he asks and Jaskier surges forward before he's even finished speaking.

Eskel is warm and receptive and Jaskier lets himself sink into the kiss as Geralt gets his trousers undone and shoves them down his hips. When they drop to the floor, Jaskier steps out of them, kicking them to the side. He reaches out for Geralt, sliding a hand around his hip and pulling him forward.

Warm lips press against his skin, moving from his shoulder down to wrap around a nipple and Jaskier moans between Eskel's lips as Geralt's tongue slides against his skin. Pleasure zips through him, straight to his cock and Jaskier's hips twitch with it, aching and needy. Geralt pushes up against him and his cock slides against Jaskier's hip before Geralt wraps a hand around them both, stroking them as well as he can in the tight space.

Eskel's lips slip from his mouth, brushing down his jaw to kiss his neck and Jaskier rolls his head back with a groan. After a moment, Eskel draws away and Jaskier looks up to follow him. He watches as Eskel climbs up onto the bed, leaning back against the wall and taking himself in hand as his eyes settle on Geralt and Jaskier. Jaskier watches for a minute before turning back to Geralt, pressing in next to his ear.

"Would you like to join him?" he asks and Geralt draws back a little to look at him.

"Am I not enough for you?" he smiles. Jaskier huffs a laugh, moving to kiss his lips and for a second, he loses himself in the slide of Geralt's lips against his own, the press of his tongue between them. But he remembers himself, breaking away.

"More than enough, my darling. But you can have me any day you want me. How often do you get to see him?"

"Jas," Geralt whispers. He kisses him hard, a distraction, Jaskier learns as Geralt bends and hauls him into his arms. He carries him to the bed, depositing him next to Eskel. He kisses him softly, lingering like before turning away and kissing Eskel.

Immediately, Geralt is hauled up into his lap and Jaskier watches as Eskel's hands slide down his back, cupping his ass and pulling him forward. They move easily together and Jaskier realizes this is nothing new for them; whatever they share, it's old, lingering. He doesn't know what he did to be welcomed into it, but he's certainly thankful for it.

Geralt rocks forward, groaning as his cock slides against Eskel's and Jaskier's breath catches. He sits in silence, watching the way they move so fluidly together, the way Eskel seems to be the one to lead, the way he knows just where to touch and kiss and lick to make Geralt moan. He's so lost in the give and take that he doesn't realize Geralt is speaking to him until a hand rests on his thigh.

His eyes snap up to find Geralt looking at him and he tips up to kiss him, letting Geralt guide him closer. He settles himself against Gerlalt's back, sliding one arm around his waist and leaving the other free to touch as he pleases.

He slides a hand up his spine, fingertips brushing against the back of his neck and Geralt groans softly with every touch. He drops his head back onto Jaskier's shoulder, nuzzling against his neck and Eskel takes the chance to follow him, cupping Jaskier's jaw with one hand and pulling him into a kiss. When he draws away, he keeps Jaskier close, hips still rocking forward slowly.

"When we heard you," he breathes, "I was about to fuck him. Though," he pauses, pressing a kiss to Jaskier's jaw, "I suspect you'd both prefer if you fucked him." Jaskier's breath catches at the suggestion and Geralt lifts his head to speak but Eskel silences him with a well-timed kiss.

"I know you love me," Eskel hums, reaching up to trace the line of Geralt's jaw, "but I also know you have love enough to spare. And I know you've thought about it, having him inside you." He breathes against Geralt's ear, lifting his eyes to meet Jaskier's. "Do you want him, love?"

"Yes," Geralt whispers and he turns to look at Jaskier. "I want you, I-" he stammers, dropping his chin and Jaskier is quick to tip it back up, two fingers beneath it. He kisses him softly, slowly bringing his hand up to press against Geralt's cheek.

"Anything, darling." Jaskier traces a line down his back, following his spine and slips between his cheeks. He's pleasantly surprised to find him already slick and one finger pushes into him easily.

Geralt groans and Eskel holds him, pulling him closer so that Jaskier has to shuffle up behind him. He shifts onto his knees, relishing the warmth of Eskel's legs on either side of him as he presses into Geralt's body. Geralt shudders as he adds a second finger and Jaskier kisses his back, runs his free hand down his thigh.

As he's sliding a third finger into Geralt, Eskel reaches around, pressing a bottle of oil into his hand and Jaskier is quick to slick his cock. The touch feels incredible, but he holds off from touching himself, instead shifting to press his cock against Geralt's hole. He presses in slowly, gripping Geralt's hip and thigh as he sinks into him. Geralt rocks back onto him almost immediately and Jaskier whimpers softly, dropping his forehead against Geralt's back.

"Fuck," he whispers, "gods, Geralt you're incredible." He fucks into him slowly, pressing kisses into Geralt's skin. He keeps his pace steady, even as Geralt sits back on him, dropping his head to Jaskier's shoulder.

When Jaskier looks up, Eskel still has a hand wrapped around his own cock and Geralt's, stroking them quickly in time with Jaskier's thrusts. He tips forward when he catches Jaskier watching him, and leans forward to kiss him. Jaskier reaches around to touch him, jerking Eskel with smooth strokes as he kisses him, nipping at his bottom lip before drawing away.

"Eskel," Geralt breathes and Jaskier is hit with just how wrecked he sounds, his voice rougher and lower than usual. "I want you both," he groans, wrapping a hand around the back of Eskel's neck and pulling him in close.

"Fuck," Jaskier sighs, "are you sure, darling?"

Eskel tips his head up and Geralt meets his eyes, nodding certainly. Jaskier curses softly under his breath and he pulls out slowly. Geralt moves quickly, straddling Eskel's hips and Jaskier watches intently, squeezing the base of his cock as Geralt shifts. Eskel's cock slips between his cheeks and Jaskier groans at the sight of it. His own cock throbs watching them and when Eskel pushes into him Jaskier nearly doubles over. He strokes himself quickly as he readjusts his position and when he presses up against Geralt, he almost forgets to breathe.

As he presses into him, Geralt moans long and low and it's the sweetest sound Jaskier's ever heard. When he settles, he can barely breathe because Geralt is so tight around him and he can feel every time Eskel shifts and it's overwhelming. He rolls his hips slowly and Geralt reaches back, slipping his fingers between Jaskier's and bringing his hand up to rest on his thigh.

Jaskier buries his face in Geralt's neck, thrusting into him quick and hard and he's so overwhelmed by the intensity of it. As they move together, Eskel's hips shift, sliding his cock against him and Jaskier can't hold on.

He buries himself deep, breathing against Geralt's skin and kissing him desperately as he comes. Geralt twists, wrapping an arm around Jaskier's neck and kisses him with urgency, biting his bottom lip and moaning into his mouth. He continues even as Jaskier slips from his body and Eskel thrusts up into him.

Geralt comes with a soft groan, pressing his head against Eskel's shoulder. It doesn't take long for Eskel to follow and he tugs Gerlt against him, wrapping his arms around Geralt's shoulders and kissing his neck. Jaskier shifts to the side, out of the way, detangling his fingers from Geralt's as he moves to the far side of the bed. He settles on his back to keep out of the way, but it's barely a second before a hand slips into his hair, brushing it gently out of his face.

When he looks up, he finds Eskel looking down at him thought he's shortly interrupted as Geralt shifts out of Eskel's lap and settles between them. He presses back against Eskel, slipping an arm around Jaskier's waist to pull him against him. He nuzzles against the back of his neck and Jaskier smiles to himself as he feels Eskel shift on Geralt's other side.

"'M sorry," Geralt mumbles, "should've told you." Jaskier twists to face him.

"About Eskel?"

"And you," Geralt hums. He leans up, kissing Jaskier briefly before lying back down and bringing him close again. Jaskier settles back against him and smiles. There are things they will definitely have to discuss tomorrow, but for now, he's happy to sleep, especially warm and safe with two Witchers to protect him.

It's quiet for some time and Jaskier is nearly asleep, focusing on the rise and fall of Geralt's chest against him when Eskel speaks.

"You could've just told me he was with you," he says and Geralt shifts to look back at him.

"I didn't want you to change your mind.

"Geralt, you know nothing could keep me from you. Nothing." There's silence again and then, "you should bring him in the winter."

"I don't know if he'd want to," Geralt whispers and Jaskier can hear the smile in Eskel's voice when he speaks again.

"I don't think there's any need to worry about that," he breathes, "ask him. And bring him next time we meet."

Jaskier doesn't know what to do with this information, but they both seem to think he's asleep, so he continues pretending. He rolls over, draping an arm over Geralt's side, fingers brushing against Eskel's stomach. As he drifts off, he's sure of one thing; if Geralt asks him to join him - to join them - for the winter, nothing could keep him away.

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Hello everyone! This is my first fanfiction and I decided to write kaeya first because I just love him sm 😭😭😭😭 anyway hope you guys enjoy! Zhongli is up next. I'm also new to Tumblr so idk how this works LMFAO

Kaeya x Gn reader

Fluff, kaeya is weird but its ok cause he warms up to you, didn't proof read this cause it was 1am

You were walking around the streets of mondstadt, you always loved the night and decided to come out for some fresh air. Lost in thought, you were reflecting on your first moments here and how the handsome calvary captain gave you a tour of the city. You were an adventurer from Fontaine seeking to do research on all the 7 regions. Mondstadt was the first region on your list. You've heard most of it from stories on barbatos and how he saved mondstadt, but you'd love to meet the people and all the certain flowers that were around. You finally arrived at the front gate and the guards gave you a warm welcome. The city air was fresh and everything had a carefree warm feel to it. "This truly is the city of freedom" you thought to yourself and smiled. Having everything written down on your notebook, you decided to try out the foods that were common here. "What can I get for you today?" The women spoke as you came up to the counter. You took out your notebook and chose a dish. "I'll take one chicken mushroom skewer please, ah would I also ask for your name if you don't mind?" You gave a friendly smile. "My name is Sara, worker at Good Hunter! Your food will be right up. I see you arent around here." "Nice to meet you Sara, im actually traveling the 7 regions for my art pieces and mondstadt just happened to be my first one. I would love to know some tourist attractions around here, would you happen to know a guide?" It was nice to see a conversation going well especially since you were never really the best at conversations. But you wanted to hurry up because your social battery was draining fast. "Id love to be your guide" and unfamiliar voice came to the right and you shot your head to that direction. His appearance was definitely different from the rest of the citizens but looked really attractive either way. He was leaning against the booth almost giving off an intimidating nature underneath the layers of charming. "Really? That would be great, thank you so much! And uhm your name is...?" Depsite the oddness you got from him, you did your best to continue the conversation as normally as possible. "Kaeya, Knights of Favionus, happy to be your guide dear" his sudden pet name made you flitch but you pushed it off "So where are we going first dear calvary captain" you gave him a teasing remark as you smirked. He chuckled "well obviously I wouldn't be a good tour guide if I didn't show you the Barbatos statute first." "Ah of course haha" you gave him a nervous chuckle. "Is there any other reason you decided to come here other than to just "explore"" You thought he ease dropped on your conversation, and even so he still didn't find you that trust worthy. "Well I'm a pretty well known artist where I'm from, but besides just coming here to make art I also decided to write a few poems for each region. If you'd want I can show you my works" you smiled happily and his cold attitude started to fade just a bit. "You can show me once we get to the next place, feel free to draw me then too ♡" it wasn't the best first impression but at least he didn't feel as hostile anymore. You and Kaeya finally made it to the statue and it was more beautiful in person than your thoughts could ever imagine. Ideas started to flow through your brain on how to paint it. "Wow its so...." you were at a lost for words. "Breathtaking isn't it?" Kaeya finished your sentence and you flahsed him a small smile and nod. "Yeah it is, ill be sure to mark it down as the first place to paint. Maybe if you'd like, you can give it to the Acting Grandmaster as a token of my thanks for having me here" "Such a kind hearted soul arent you? I'll be sure to inform her." Kaeya patted your head and walked off, assuming he was leading you to the second destination, you started to follow him. "You should stop by the tavern Cats Tail sometime tonight, I can tell you more about this place and if you'd like, more about me," You saw this as an opportunity for more research on the area, and maybe get to know Kaeya a bit more, he truly was an interesting person, so you

accepted. "I'll be sure to make it around 18:00 or 19:00!" The next destination included a beautiful tree, lake, and another small statue of barbatos. You thought it was truly magnificent, especially how the sun hit the leaves all so perfectly giving it a warm glow. "This place is Windrise. Its often associated with love and is one of the most well know spot for dates." He winked at you and you looked away, not really sure what to do. "Is that so? I can see why. Its very beautiful." You did your best not to stutter from how flirty he was being. "This statue here is for offerings. You find anemoculous and you offer them to the statues. In return, you get a gift from the God." "Oh! We have on of those where I'm from as well, but its a different person." You weren't really sure why you wouldn't tell him where you were from, maybe it was because he was super analytical, or the whole predator with its prey vibe he got going on. "There are 7 types of statues that represent the 7 archons, would it be ok if you'd tell me where you're from? I'm just so interested in you." He gave a flirty smirk and you couldn't help but blush a little bit. "Uhm I'm from Fontaine, if you couldn't tell by the clothes. Its quite similar to Mondstadt, but I find it here to be more peaceful and calming than there." "Fontaine huh? I've heard people live the luxury over there. Very formal." He laughed a bit, part of him was right but it wasn't all that good as he was making it sound. "Hmm I guess you could say that, my parents were pretty well off but I can't say much about the rest." Your gaze drifted off to the forming sunset and you wondered if you should head back soon. "Ill head back, ill tell you more about the attractions tomorrow. Don't forget our date tonight deary..." He waved goodbye and walked off. "Deary.." you said to yourself, he flattered you very much but all of it seemed off in a way. You didn't think to much about it and decided to head back too. Your memories of your first interaction with Kaeya was over once you heard someone call your name. A familiar voice that was. "Y/n!" Kaeya called out. Automatically knowing who it was, you turned around to be greeted by a fine tall man dressed in blue tones "Hi Kaeya!" "I dont think its a good idea for a pretty lady like you to be walking out so late at night." He sounded amused but you were over it. "Oh cut it out captain, I know you were just swooning some girls a couple minutes ago." "Haha so what, you jealous?" "Dont flatter yourself, why would I be jealous anyway? Feelings like those are just a waste of time" you hated to admit that you were just a tiny bit jealous. You weren't sure how your crush on the calvary captain formed but it did and it didn't seem to be going away any time soon. Part of you thought maybe he already knew and he was just toying with you. Or maybe he was oblivious to it, thinking no one could love such a person like him. Either way, you still kept these feelings inside. "There's no shame in bearing emotion, love, its just our nature. And for a while I think you've been feeling pretty intense emotions about a certain someone..." His hand tilted your chin so you could face up to him. Shoot did he know? How was that possible? Was I that obvious? You thought to yourself, you weren't sure how you were going to get out of this situation. "I...I-its nothing that concerns of you" you broke eye contact but you knew kaeya wasn't letting up. "A lie to a lier is no stranger, but if you wish to keep your secrets then who am I to cross such a boundary." He back off from you and you started to breathe again. You wanted to tell him so bad. How much you loved and cared for him, how much you so desperately wanted to be there for him no matter what situation. You were willing to take risks for him if it meant that one day you would forever be together. But maybe you thought the image you had of him was wrong. You knew well enough his flirty nature was never sincere, and how he was hiding something much darker then you ever wanted to imagine. Even so, you still wanted your

thoughts of him to become right. So before he walked off again you mustered up the courage. "Kaeya wait! I, I do actually want to tell you something." He looked surprised now but intrigued. "Ever since we met, there was always something different about you. It always left me wanting to know more and over the years I did learn more about you. But then I started feeling these weird emotions and having thse weird thoughts like thinking maybe one day we could be together...or knowing the real you even. I know you say less than you lead on but I felt like I'd be willing to take extreme risks to know who you actually are. I feel so safe around you and I always smile at those good memories we have. I dont know if this is called love, I dont know fully what love is but you're special enough for me to be having these feelings." Thats it, you let everything out. Awaiting for rejection, you began to panic when the silence held for what seemed like an eternity, until you heard him walking toward you. He held your chin again and gave you a look you've never seen before. A mix of admiration, and happiness. He swiped his thumb over your bottom lip and you tensed up. "Kaeya...." Before you could say anything else, he pulled you into a kiss. A new feeling started to arise and your whole body began to feel hot. Euphoria was coursing through your veins and you felt like you were going to fall without Kaeyas support. He was so warm, so intoxicating. You couldn't even feel where you were or he was, it all just became a bundle of sensations and happiness. You couldn't tell how long you both had kissed for but you were the first one to pull away as your breath began to shorten. "As much as a flirt as I am, I dont do well communicating my actual emotions. So id prefer to show them through my actions. I cant say it right now, but I hope that helped you realize what my answer is." He pulled you into a hug and you buried his face into his fur jacket. Already knowing his answer, you breathed a sigh of relief

[the-rad-pineapple]

1987

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Supernatural one-shot: 1018 words

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Sam wakes up. It’s dark. Muffled music plays around him. It’s loud enough that he can’t hear anything else. He reaches a hand out in front of him. It brushes against the wall. He’s in a small space. His eye catches something below him. A slit of light. There’s a door in front of him. He blindly grasps for the doorknob and eventually finds it. He pushes the door opens and blinks. A Michael Jackson song is loudly playing. People fill the small living room in front of him. Sam’s sure none of these people are sober. They’re all dancing in jagged, stumbling movements, bumping up against each other. No one seems to notice him as he walks across the room. He finds the entrance to the kitchen. Three people are sharing noodles from a pot while one guy is staring at the open refrigerator. Sam approaches the fridge guy. “Hey,” Sam greets softly. The guy slowly looks up. His eyes take a moment to focus on Sam. He smiles dazedly. “Hey,” he slurs. “What’s up!” “Where am I?” The guy laughs. “I thought I was blasted. Karl Moroni’s house.” Sam’s eyebrows draw together in confusion. “Who?” The guy laughs. “You’re at a house in Santa Barbara.” “California?” “Shit, man. Are you okay?” Sam nods tersely. “Yeah, I’m just gonna go to the bathroom.” “Yeah, you do that,” the guy says in reply with an amused smirk on his face. Sam quickly leaves the kitchen. He spots the front door and is about to leave when he sees a newspaper on the counter next to him. He slowly picks it up, and his breath catches in his throat. The date reads: “December 18, 1987.” Sam practically slams the paper back down on the counter. He needs air. He hurriedly races towards the front door and bursts it open. He gulps down the fresh air. Okay, so he’s in 1987. This isn’t so bad, right? He can try and reenact that stupid spell. ...Which requires fairy dust and an angel feather. There’s no way.

No.

He has to think calmly. He can find the bunker again. And...and...the bunker doesn’t have those ingredients. Sam rubs a hand over his face and feels his chest tighten in hopelessness. Even if he eventually finds all the ingredients for the spell, it could take him months to prepare. He isn’t going home any time soon. “Sam,” a low voice says quietly.

At first, Sam thinks he made it up. He turns around just as Castiel collapses. Sam manages to drag Castiel back inside the house party. He places Cas on the nearest couch. Everyone just assumes they’re a part of the party. Cas can easily pass as someone who had too much to drink. Sam quickly wipes blood from the angel’s nose with his sleeve. He also checks to make sure Castiel is still breathing. He is. Sam sighs in relief. He gets up and momentarily moves Castiel’s legs to sit on the couch, putting them across his lap once he sits down. Sam glances at the clock. It’s nearly midnight. He wonders how long the party will last. As the clock nears 1am, Sam closes his eyes, hoping to rest. The party is too distracting, and he only manages to drift between consciousness and sleep, never fully reaching either. He jerks awake. The clock reads 4:37am. The party has basically ended. Everyone is asleep on any surface they can find. People are lying all over the floor, and one woman is asleep on the small coffee table in front of him. Sam knows he and Cas have to leave before people start waking up. He gently presses on the angel’s chest. “Cas,” Sam whispers. Castiel doesn’t respond. Sam shakes his shoulder. “Castiel.” Cas’ eyes blink open. He looks around the room before he sees Sam. “We need to leave,” Sam tells him. Cas stares back in confusion. Sam pushes Castiel’s legs off of him and helps him sit up. He puts an arm around Cas and guides him up. Cas leans on Sam heavily as they make their way out of the house. Sam leans Cas against one of the cars outside, and he easily breaks into it. He opens the door for Cas and helps him sit in the passenger seat. Sam quickly gets into the driver side and hotwires the car. He glances at Cas in worry as Cas’ eyes close, and he leans against the window. Sam gets the car working, and takes it out of park.

Then he drives. He drives for hours. He doesn’t have a destination. He’s mainly waiting for Castiel to wake back up, so they can both go home. It’s peaceful. One of the most peaceful moments he’s had in a long, long time. He enjoys taking in the scenery and seeing people live their day-to-day lives as he drives through a few small towns. Eventually, Sam stops at a small gas station for a bathroom break and some food. When he comes back into the car, Castiel is awake and sitting up. “Hey, Cas,” Sam says. “Hello, Sam.” His voice is tired and worn. “How are you feeling?” The angels sighs. “Tired. But I should be fine to take you home in a few more hours.” “I’m glad to hear that. For a few minutes there I thought I was stuck here. How did you find me?” “It took a couple days, but Dean and I managed to trace where the spell took you.” “A couple days? I saw you a few minutes after I got here.” “Yes. That was my intention.” “Well, you take all the time you need to rest up for the trip back, okay?” “Thank you.” Sam starts the car and begins to drive out of the parking lot. “I actually saw a movie theater a few miles back. Want to go?” Castiel turns to Sam. “I’ve never been to the movies before. I would like that.” “Wait, really? You’ve never been?” Castiel shook his head. “Well, then it’s about time.” He glances over to see Castiel is smiling.

[sambergscott]

elevator gender reveal

jake and amy march determinantly into the bullpen, set up a whiteboard and split it into two columns: boy and girl

“attention nine-nine!” jake yells, steepling his hands and putting on his Serious Announcement Voice “today is the most important day in our precinct’s history. more important than the day it was opened, more important than the day i arrived, yes, even more important that time hitchcock took his shirt off on the news and went viral. today, my friends, is the moment we find out whether baby peralta is a he or a she. gather round y’all”

charles jumps out his seat and stands front and centre, practically buzzing with excitement, terry joins him (at a normal, unfrenzied pace), rosa sits on the nearest desk and hitchcock and terry roll over on their wheely chairs

“first we must take your bets - charles, you go” (it looks like he might explode if he waits a moment longer)

“boy! definitely a boy! that way he can be best buds with nikolaj and play trucks together and bake cupcakes and sing along to the annie soundtrack in the back of our cars” he trails off, a dreamy look on his face

“i don’t know about best buds, the age gap is pretty big-“

“best. buds.” he insists, cutting amy off “just like me and jakey”

“alllllright” jake puts a 1 in the boy column

“a girl” terry voices his opinion next “terry loves little girls - wait, that came out wrong”

jake puts a 1 in the girl column and none of them mention that again

“i vote girl too” rosa agrees “i can’t wait to teach her ballet”

“aw” jake and amy are both distracted for a couple of secs by the image of a tiny ballerina with dark, unruly girls twirling round rosa’s apartment

“and how to throw knives” she adds as an afterthought, a smile growing on her face

“never gonna happen” jake says as he changes the girl’s number from a 1 to a 2 “hitchcock?”

“boy. definitely a boy.”

“scully?” jake moves on quickly before he can say something gross

“what hitchcock said”

jake changes the 1 to a 3

“oh captain hooooolt” he calls

captain holt walks out his office “what is going on here? why aren’t you all working?”

“we’re betting on the gender of our unborn child even though gender is a construct and they may identify as something different when they’re older”

“we’d love it if you joined in, sir” amy says, busting out her All Powerful pregnant lady doe eyes that never fail to get her what she wants (like polish take-out at 1am or her uniformed officers to re-organise the filing system for the third time that week) 

“i suppose i can take a moment out of my busy schedule for frivolity. since there is a 50/50 chance of your offspring being a boy or girl and there is no way i can correctly predict their sex - nor would i ever want to be wrong - and team girl is currently losing,  i will vote girl to level the playing field”

“super boring but ok” jake erases the 2 with his hoodie sleeve and draws a 4 in its place. “i am 100% team girl” he explains

(it’s mainly because he saw a super cute pair of pink baby sneakers that he wants to buy immediately but also, how cute would a mini-amy be?)

“your turn, ames” 

“it’s a boy” she says confidently “santiago’s always have boys”

“your argument is flawed, they had you” jake points out 

rosa rolls her eyes “get on with it, peralta. i have knives to sharpen”

“fine” he adds the final number to the board

(context: earlier he gave the envelope from the doctor to gary from downstairs, who went and bought coloured balloons, blew them all up and loaded them into the elevator)

jake presses the button to speak into his radio “operation gender reveal is a GO”

the elevator doors open, revealing a hundred pink balloons

captain holt slaps his hands together “HOT DAMN!” and offers his congratulations before going back to work 

rosa fistbumps jake and hugs amy tightly, commenting about how excited she is that they have a new member of the sleuth sisters

charles cries

so does amy. so does jake. 

he kisses his wife in the middle of the bullpen bc screw the rules!!!! they just found out they’re having a little girl!!! 

she feels him smirk into the kiss and pulls away “i’m not going to say it”

“you have to!”

“jake-“

“you wouldn’t want to teach our daughter that it’s ok to break the rules, would you, santiago?”

“fine” she huffs “you were right”

“what was that?” he cups his ear obnoxiously

“you were right” she deadpans “i’m not going to say it again”

“don’t need you to, i recorded the whole thing on my phone” he waves at his desk, where his phone is set up on a tripod “now we can watch this moment back forever and always know that i, jake peralta, was right” 

“I WANT A COPY” boyle pipes up

frustrated and grossed out by boyle, amy stalks back downstairs to her uniformed officers

jake gets an email confirmation from their joint adidas account a few minutes later and discovers amy has just ordered the pink baby sneakers he’s been eyeing up since they decided to start trying, proving once again that she is his dream girl

(and as if he is not lucky enough to have one dream girl, in a few months time he’ll have two)

[riskeith]

good morning love! (or afternoon for you hehe)

deku vs kacchan part 2 is my favorite ep of the entire series actually. i’ve watch that ep so many times as well it’s just perfect. i got into them when i watched that episode actually! the voice acting god..... literally shivers. now that i think about it it might even be my favorite anime ep of all time help. i just love how bakugou lets it all out and we get to see that side of him.. the insecure scared child he tries to hide. god i could ramble about it forever idk just love it. OH YOU WATCHED THE MOVE RIGHT AFTER? a scene with bakugou and todoroki is guaranteed a good time.. and they work so well together. haha that’s such a nice coincidence tho their dynamic is great in that movie even if it’s mostly kiribaku sjsksjk. what do you think about kiribaku btw?

RIGHT!!! at least we have a couple days to decide hihi.... paimon no longer emergency snack.. only seelie. 🥴 oooh? what kind of thing have you envisioned? (if you wanna share ofc!)

i’ve seen so many people mention that!! like one of the worst parts of the game is that in the higher level you get the less there are to do.. ssjksjdk at some point all you can do is grind domains and try to level up shdkdfhdj

LEVEL 40 INTO A LEVEL 70+ FIGHT ok that’s honestly hilariously brave doesn’t she like die right away 😔 oh yeah you’ll be leveling up Again soon *praying for you*... can’t believe they don’t keep the easy bosses anymore sjdkfh that’s so rude. this game is just grind grind grind. WE NEED A BENNY STORY SO BADLY. like imagine a story with him wanting to seek out diluc because he wants to learn how to fight from a master or something like that. i saw it in a comic and i can’t stop thinking about it 😭 all of them deserve stories!!! there’s so many ways they could make it happen pls mihoyo... chongyun x xingqiu story... <333

shfkjdskdjhf nope right now i’m playing with noelle as my main damage dealer, traveller, lisa and barbara actually. so i think i have a pretty good balance atm.. 2 long range 2 short range-ish. i usually trade out barbara for another character if i have to tho, hehe. that’s only combat though ^ benny is with me when we explore. mood is me having a 5 star and not even using her... i still need to think of ways qiqi could fit into the group yk. is your group still looking the same as before? ooooh if you could rank the elements what would your ranking look like?

172!!!!! that’s a bit short though when you said tall i thought like... 190 or something sjksjdxk. wait how tall are You?

oh i just meant like... people bashing others for spending too much money on the game vs those that bash people for not spending money and complaining that they don’t get 5 star etc? idk yt comments can be so ugly though so it’s a good thing that you don’t read them sjdjdjdkd

that’s super smart!!! you just follow along the plan and delete when you come to the part. must feel so satisfying too i imagine. haha, what little notes i have i put in the notes app and just check up on when i need to. sometimes i even forget they’re there shdkdhsks. my notes are filled with half-assed dialogue or random one words notes that don’t make any sense to me anymore.. nskdhddjdj

you’re right!! so you write at night? sometimes i just open docs on my phone and write a bit before i sleep and when i wake up it’s either a grammatical mess or just... super bad hskshd the brain is simply too tired to create anything shakespeareian

nooo i’ll def check these out and let you know what i think. i’ve seen halsey being in pretty much every klance playlist on spotify so i imagine she portrays their vibes pretty nicely. doesn’t she have a song she sings about being blue and red or something... shdjfhdj such a bad description but i see it being used in edits a lot. also now that i think of it melanie has a song called pacify her that i really like!! do you like it?

THATS SO CUTE YOU ARE A CRYBABY. 🥺 same here tbh i actually like crying sometimes... sjskdjdjd like you said it just feels nice to get it all out. i cry to almost movie or series or book i read i’m a super emotional person but i also think it adds to the experience? you feel more immersed in it that way.

RIGHT??? ITS SO BEAUTIFUL!!! and it’s our boys 😭 and they’re cuddling 😭 under the sun 😭 ssjdjdhdjdj 😭

can’t wait to hear from you again <3 yours, ma <3

good night! more like ahhah

:o!! that’s so legendary of them wow.. <33 and yeah honestly the voice acting is phenomenal.. and all the implications behind the fight too? bakugou finally opening up? midoriya understanding that what he needs is to fight him? ugh. kiribaku is fine! fhdsjfks my brain is so full of todobaku that any other ship is really just... in the background hfskjfs but i can appreciate the relationship they have! with kiri being the only one bakugou has really acknowledged and seeing as being on the same level, that iconic hand clasp when bakugou was being rescued... i have a kiribaku fic in my drafts but idk if i can ever get to it ahha. you like them a lot right?

ikkk also i didn’t know we had to wait until the very end to buy? i have more than enough to buy it rn but when i clicked it said ‘must explore area 14 first’ and i was just... bruh. AHAHAH. okay so in my mind it’s like.. chongyun at a funky angle we’re kinda looking up at him and his body is like bent down towards us fhsdkjs idk how to describe it but i can picture it very well but i also cannot put it to paper/screen. and then his clothes are just black instead of white! HAHAH. tho i kinda wanna see if i can draw a xiao first to offer up to the gacha gods hfsdjkfs (and if i can i’ll do a version w a dark outfit too for u hehe)

legitttt im literally just logging in and grinding the talent domains every day fhsdkjfhskfhjd there are some artifacts i want as well but the domain is literally SO difficult for me fuck.

i just go in and use her skill then heal a bit and switch right away fhsdkjfsd it going alright! and then i go ham with my other 3 charas and switch back to her to heal again fhskfjd. OMGGG that’s so cute please... i miss diluc too... come back!! i wish we had a way to replay the old quests even if we get nothing out of them like i just wanna experience it again ya know.

oooo! that’s pretty nice. hfskjd you could switch barbara out for qiqi! since she’s a healer as well. omg wait you have lumine right? so your combat team has no males? legendary 😩 we love fighting queens! ya! traveller, chongyun, xiangling, fischl. and then i switch depending on the domain/boss i’m gonna fight. hmm elements I think would go: anemo, cryo, electro, pyro, hydro, geo, dendro? LMAO i reckon if i had diluc tho pyro would be higher... i also almost forgot to add geo to that list lmaooooooo oops, hbu??

I JUST SAW THE LINK.... AAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! the bestest boys look how cute they’re sjdkfjdjjdd i’m obsessed. the picture where benny has his back turned sjdudjdjddnd stop. 🥺 they’re so neat. 🥺 also NO ARE YOU SERIOUS? that’s so upsetting are you gonna try it out nonetheless or do you think it’s too risky?

they’re SO neat!!! and bennett facing the other way was so fhskjfd yeah cute <3333333 I KNOWWW IM SO SAD :((( and no...... im not gonna try 😭😭😭 i told my brother about it too and he asked how many rolls i was at and i said 70 and he was straight up ‘you can’t try then’ and i was like ‘i know 😔😔’. @ xiao... i am giving up xingqiu rate up for you 😤😤😤😤 ugh i hope i can still get xingqiu in xiao’s banner tho even tho the chances will be shit. are you gonna roll ganyu’s banner?

FHSKJFSD NOOOOOO don’t tell me 172 is average for you wtf... (apparently the average male height in japan is 160cm! for reference ahah) and i myself am. one hundred and. fifty something cm hfsdjfhskjdfhskdjfhw9uehdsifhwsdkjfhsdkfhsd 😔 big sighs lmaoooooooo. how tall are you? (im assuming much taller 😔😔😔😔😔)

ooh notes app? nice ahaha. fhdkjfhskfsk hdthat’s the mood tho! if i don’t have my laptop with me i’ll write out everything on notes first then transfer to my laptop~

AHAHAH yeahhh i think mostly i do? bc during school times i’ll only write after i’m done with my work which = night time. for a while Peak writing time for me was like 1am lmfao but i do that in a like half-asleep half-conscious state so when i come back the next day at a “normal” time i run into the same issue as you fshdfkjshfs

she does!!! it’s called colours 😩 but i think the one i related to voltron most is control! there was this really good shiro edit with that song i still remember it to this day <3 yeah i do!!! i like most of melanie’s songs actually ahahah. i think my favourite for a while was show and tell~

it totally does!! like it’s satisfying as well you know... like the characters have gone through so much and you experienced that with them so it’s natural to get emotional about it. that reminds me, what kind of books do/did you read? did you read all Those YA novels ahah talking about crying has reminded me how i cried reading those..

<333 i wanna be there with them 😩 actually no i want to BE them 😩😩😩

eager for your response <33 love, c.r.

[dreamsafterhours]

college boyfriend!markhyuk au series: II (mark’s pathway)

a universe in which roommates!markhyuk meet each other's s/o in class

markhyuk are roommates, my/n and dy/n are roommates, mark and dy/n take classes together and so do donghyuk and my/n — how will their fates intertwine?

genre: fluff, some angst pairing: platonic!donghyuk+my/n, surprise visit from mark format: dotpoint AU universe: non idol, college best friend warning: a lil swearing (best get used to it)

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or click here to continue your friendship with eng lit!mark!

I ⇤ | II | ⇥ III

II: relationship consolidation.. it’s platonic i swear

the fellowship continues (donghyuk + my/n)

hello again

are we ready

ever-ready i’m going whether u r or not lol idc you’re COMING

aight so ;;, donghyuk,

this boi,,

to meet someone new who he sees as almost a personal challenge,, to befriend and get to That Point™ in the friendship where you can talk about anything and everything without judging each other

he doesn’t have many friends that he can do that with tbh,, , he does have a lot of friends and people he knows and has conversed with but not a lot of friends he can crack jokes with and know they don’t take it personally

lots of dark humour and sometimes suggestive ones and political jokes and all that shit ,, intellectual puns and suicidal jokes,,, the lot

the basics for gen z humour right

he just wants someone to talk to and explore different concepts and abstract meanings and philosophical questions and get new perspectives on things he’d never thought about before

but also be able to say “ah fuck me upside down” without it actually affecting the relationship bc you’re just that close

sometimes it’s hard to have that relationship with the predominantly straight boys he surrounds himself with a lot of the time

and he’s always wondered what it’d be like to have a female friend like that and unfortunately he hasn’t befriended anyone and gotten to that point yet that he can ask genuine questions for the female point of view on certain topics

so meeting you,, and finding out you’re going for the same faculty after your undergrad course ,,,. then you being genuinely comfortable with him and his jokes and openly willing to accept his humour

he’s like /exclamation point appears above his head/

will this be The One™

so he lowkey ,, unintentionally,, in the process of getting to know you

develops a smol crush on you

it’s unintentional but he can’t help the fact that he falls in love really quickly but is also capable of getting over people fairly quickly if they don’t reciprocate his feelings and seems to be okay with that

but who can blame him for liking you??

you’re really damn cute

and genuinely good company

when he hinted that you could get married and have children in the future,,

his thought process was that ahaha i’m kidding.. unless?

so yes he was flirting but like ,, experimental flirting

and over the next couple of weeks he continues flirting with you

random lines like

“hey you look familiar, have i taken a class with you before?” he literally said this on the second day of classes with you

you honestly thought he was being genuine and actually didn’t remember you so you were like wait what ??? you literally walked me to my next class yesterday../? how? do you forget that??

and then he pulls a

“really? i swear we had chemistry” hand stroking his invisible beard

and then laughing at your reaction when you deadpan

“it was biology, donghyuk”

and sometimes u keep having that thought that u had in the middle of ur first lecture together, how he’s probably like this with everyone and he can easily befriend anyone else he’s probably gonna end up being those people that you know vaguely

but then you realise he’s been waiting in the same spot outside the lecture theatre every morning and afternoon, leaning on the wall, and looking up occasionally

smiling when he finds you in the crowd, picking up his bag from the floor and making his way over to you to walk into the lecture together

and you decide hm? he sticks around, i’ll stick around

on a separate occasion in some study session he’s like

“are you my appendix because i have no idea how you work, but the feeling in my stomach makes me want to take you out”

and you’re like “wow looks like you went ahead in the course donghyuk we don’t have human anatomy until next year. but how’s tmr at 7”

“perfect i’ll pick you up wear something nice”

hold

and then he bURSTS OUT LAUGHING and HOLLERING and yelling about how that was a good one tho right

you’re both in this sort of grey area where neither of you know where this is going

the reason he’s been saying all these things is to see what you were comfortable with in conversation and trying to analyse from your reaction whether or not you were actually flirting back or not

he’s ranted to mark in his dorms about it a couple times ,,

and so have you with your roommate

you return to your dorm after a day of doing a lot of back and forth semi flirting with donghyuk and you collapse onto your bed

your roommate looks over from her desk like “u good bro”

"i’m confused”

“fair enough”

“seriously idk if this kid is actually flirting with me or whether he’s practising on me or what”

“is this the donghek boi”

“yeah donghyuk” aka your future s/o yEET

you sit up and look at her

“uk what he said to me today”

she turns in her chair to face you fully,, ready for the tea

so you tell her the pickup line he came up with that day & your response to it and then his reaction to that bc he always seems to go for it but then tap out afterwards when you actually respond

and now you’re thinking,, do you really like him as more than a friend ??

and its???

so ?confusing to you

if you can’t tell if you like him for sure then you probably don’t, romantically

but then what effect are your responses having on him

what he actually does like you and all those flirty comments are genuine??? and you’re /internal gASP moment/

what if you’re leading him on?? what if it’s always gonna be him initiating the flirting but you’re accepting it with insincerity?

you decide this goes entirely against your morals

and you tell this to your roommate and she goes hmm,,

if you don’t feel committed to the idea of that,, then you don’t have to feel obligated to keep it going,, be honest with him ,, draw lines if you have to .. yes leading people on is a bad thing and it’s gonna affect the friendship

but also maybe it really is just part of the humour and that’s the friendship dynamic he wants to build with you?

so you decide to sleep on it bc it’s 1am and significant choices should not be made when drowsy and you’ve lost a lot of sleep these past couple days anyway

not that you get good sleep that night anyways

meanwhile donghyuk is shrugging @ mark like

“idk bro do i like her?? or do i like the idea of having someone to say that to”

“and yes she returns the gestures but then also i don’t think she means it? do we just keep it at that and keep being friends like WHAT IF I CATCH FEELINGS”

and mark is just staring at him like dude idk don’t ask me

“you’re so bad at giving advice mark”

but you wake up the next morning and decide to have a serious conversation with him after class bc that day you have a free hour after your lecture

it’s all you can think about during the class so you’re kinda distracted plus the partial sleep deprivation is getting to you

and he notices so he’s like

“bro u alright?”

so you just think fuck it and go

“hey real talk tho”

“ya”

“maybe i’ve been overanalysing this so,, tell me if i am but”

“sure”

“do you ,,, actually mean all those pickup lines ,, like are they based off, , real feelings or is this just part of the friendship dynamic”

and you’re almost surprised when he gets serious with you

he’s always been so lighthearted and sarcastic about things

but when he listens to your side of things and how you’re worried about whether or not you’ve been leading him on or something

he lets you finish and just tells you his feelings as well

“i’ve always wondered what it’d be like to have that dynamic and i guess i tried it on you without being honest ,, half to see if you would flirt back and half to just joke around ,;; i’m sorry that you got confused but i guess this means you don’t have? romantic feelings?”

so you have to reply honestly

“not necessarily ,, it’s been fun to have these conversations and laugh at pickup lines but”

“nothing behind it right”

“..yeah”

and instead of putting a damper on the atmosphere

it’s actually

refreshing

it clears the air in a way you didn’t expect

“right? nah it’s fun what we have going”

and you agree

aside from the confusion behind the flirting it’s been really fun talking to him and getting to know him

half of him was a lil disappointed that it didn’t go the romantic path but then again he wasn’t sure he had romantic feelings anyway

so he settles for

The Best Friend™

and so the friendship turns into sibling-like teasing and petty arguing from that day onwards

legit you’ll catch him staring

“what” “wHat” “what u lookin at” “whAt U loOkIn At” “stop copying me” “sToP CoPYinG mE” /you slap his arm/ “oW”

whimpers a lil clutching his arm uwu babie

“you hit harder than the bass drop”

sending each other bio memes and yelling at each other to go commit lysis

“lysosomes can take you out because you’re TRASH”

“i would send a macrophage after you you PATHOGEN”

calling him a parasite when he asks u for notes that he missed in class but it happens vice versa anyways lmfao

then one morning lab class he forgets his pencil case in his dorm like he forgot his laptop on the first day

except this time you call him a forgetful dumbass

all while offering a pencil from your own pencil case

which he takes

so he calls his roommate who “has a noon class and is probs still sleeping lol” to ask him if he can bring it down for him bc he’s got more lab classes that day

so after the class you wait outside the building for his roommate to arrive

and when he does he gives you a rlly nice smile and says “ʰᶦ”

“oh hello”

“yes this is my adoptive younger sister and my/n this is my roommate the Elder”

“ah you’re overreacting” the roommate turns to you and u ,, gotta admit ,

he’s really cute ,,, “don’t listen to anything donghyuk says, all he does is lie”

“hEY i am a SINCERE MEMBER OF CIVILISATION”

the roommate points to donghyuk again and goes “see he’s even lying about being civil”

so you laugh and gang up on donghyuk like “oh i saw through him a long time ago”

“wow he even lied about how” /puts up air quotes/ “ugly you AREN’T”

“wHAT”

“HE SAID IT NOT ME”

donghyuk is flabbergasted at this point

“wHEN DID I SAY THAT MY/N WAS UGLY”

“WANNA TELL ME THAT YOURSELF MR LEE DONGHYUK HUH”

which results in a sulky hyuk and you two laughing at his reaction of being Wronged™

he regrets letting u two meet in that moment

oh but we don’t

“ok u did ur mission. u can go now”

“so mean :((”

but donghyuk’s roomie waves at you while turning to leave and you wave back ,,

trying to calm yourself bc you’re highkey feeling kinda hot ur cheeks r burning up

he said ?? donghyuk was lying when he said u were ugly?

damn

donghyuk’s pickup lines had never been direct compliments about you

but this one from his roommate wasn’t a pickup line it was just

a statement

and it made u feel a typa way

dw baby it’s gonna be a happy ending uwu

and u tell ur roomie that night abt it too

“bRO his rOOMMATE”

“what’s his NAME i gotta FANGIRL WITH YOU”

“.. idk”

“.. oh”

/short pause, lip smack/

“.. lib tomorrow?”

“.. ya sure”

the next day after classes you check your phone and see that she’s texted you asking if her friend and his friend from eng lit can come and join you guys in the lib

and, naturally, u don’t see why not

so u reply

“the more the merrier”

the more the merrier for us too sweetie hmm hmm

eeeeeeéeeeeeèeeeeee

mhm mhm mhm it’s finally getting somewhere

click here to continue your friendship with eng lit!mark!

I ⇤ | II | ⇥ III

[pitiless-achilles-wept]

Lost Weekends: Chemo Progress Report

Hi friends,

I'm writing you from my sofa, where I spend an increasing amount of time (much to the delight of the cat), at the end of my second post-chemo weekend. My last update was a month ago, right after I had done the considerable work of enrolling in the clinical trial at Penn that looks at treatment with chemotherapy and the immunological agent atezolizumab vs. just chemotherapy. My first session was on January 30th and I had a bit of good luck (for a change) and was randomized to the arm of the trial that got both the chemotherapy agent and the immunological agent, rather than the control group! (That's why I look improbably happy about my IV infusion in the attached photo.)

So far, the side effects are pretty tolerable. They don't really show up until days 2 or 3 which, since I go on Thursdays, pretty much means a Lost Weekend to symptoms. There's nausea, but I'm able to manage it with medication, and then there's very intense fatigue. I said to a friend at the outset of this trial that I consider myself a connoisseur of fatigue, having suffered chronic fatigue for years that was bad enough for them to do a bone marrow biopsy to verify that I didn't have cancer. (That's how I know I didn't have it in 2016.) This particular strain of fatigue is both familiar, in that the physical effects are undeniable and demand immediate rest, and unfamiliar because I get foggy-headed in a way I didn't before. Some folks refer to memory and concentration problems they encounter as "chemo brain," but I think this is less intense, more like being sleep deprived or a little sick. Honestly, the whole package is like having a bad flu. It lasts about 5 days and the symptoms are pretty similar. So, not great. But also not the worst. On this study, I go to Penn for treatment every 3 weeks. It takes all day, in part because when you get treated with a drug that's in trials they have to release it from the "experimental pharmacy," a process that can take multiple hours (as it did last Thursday). I'm really glad I only have to go every 3 weeks (plus visits for scans) and not every week, as I was doing before, both because it gives me the opportunity to recover from the side effects and have a bit more of a normal time in between visits. Also, they are a huge pain.

I know that may seem obvious, since chemo is clearly a terrible way to spend a day. But the truth is that it's actually less bad than the exhausting apparatus surrounding the visit. I tend, as usual, to minimize the more distressing aspects, both to myself and others, because it's just what needs to be done and, in a situation as colossally unfair as this one, the inconvenience or annoyance of actually going to the hospital pales in comparison. But, if you're curious, here's what it's like.

A day going to chemo for me starts pretty early since I live about 45 miles from Philadelphia and since I-95 is always terrible. Driving can take anywhere from an hour and ten minutes (without any traffic) to 2+ hours (if there's an accident). So if I'm supposed to check in at 8:30am I have to leave the house ideally by 6:30--which I NEVER manage to do because I have a lifelong hatred of mornings--but definitely before 7:00. This means getting up around 5:30 or 5:45. Again, I know people get up this early all the time, but if you know me you know that I am basically incapable of falling asleep before 1am (unless I'm very sick).

So I set out on this early venture, but not alone. I have an intrepid and sleepy friend with me to drive, both because I'm not allowed to drive myself home and because parking at the hospital is such a nightmare that often I have to hop out at a corner or intersection to make my appointment time. I did, however, learn that you get completely free parking if you get chemo! (This isn't true for other kinds of appointments.) My intrepid friend will meet up with me again in the cancer center and, usually, work remotely throughout the day while we sit in a series of chairs and check in with a series of doctors. I'm really grateful for this company because something that no one tells you about cancer is how incredibly boring it is a lot of the time.

The first medical thing that happens is that the nurses at the "infusion center" (which always sounds more pleasant than it actually is, as though it should come with scented oils) access the port through which they draw blood (usually about 10 tubes of it) and through which I'll receive chemo later. After they collect blood samples, I head to the waiting room for my oncologist, who I have to check in with before I can receive treatment. We have to wait for my blood tests to come back to prove that my body is functioning well enough for me to poison it. That sounds kind of backwards, but basically I have to have baseline body functions that are good enough for me to withstand chemo. (Oh, at some point they also do my vitals--height, weight, blood pressure, heart rate, oxygen saturation--which they'll collect again several times.) I also consult with my oncologist and the study coordinator about any side effects or questions and have a physical exam of the palpable tumors.

Next, assuming my numbers look good, I can check in for chemo. Penn has private rooms, which is different from the infusion center in Princeton. Some of them have lovely views of the city and some are windowless prison cells. I've had one of each. It's just luck of the draw. But I can certainly confirm that having natural light makes a big difference. By this time I've been at the hospital for 2-3 hours. The next phase is the most frustrating, which is waiting for the experimental pharmacy to release the immunological agent, which I have to receive first. The first time it took about 90 minutes, the second almost 3 hours. Once they get that, they can finally start the infusions. I get the immunological agent, followed by pre-meds for chemo (a long-acting anti-nausea drug, a short-acting one, many others to make the process less awful by controlling my reaction), followed by chemo itself. Together, all the infusions take about 3 hours.

My total time at the hospital is something between 6 and 7 hours. The driving, total, is about 3 hours. So, all in all, it's a 9-10 hour day. I often manage to use this as a time to enjoy the company of the friend who goes with me, since how often do you get to spend that much concerted time together? Often one or both of us is working, though increasingly I get spacey enough that I prefer to read, listen to a podcast, or just nap. Once I get home, I usually nap and, hopefully, see another friend who brings by dinner. These little acts of company make the biggest difference to me. I feel somewhat bad, since my exhaustion means I'm not often up for long visits, but just having another person around is tremendously reassuring. Dropping by, or being there while I nap or read, does a lot to break me out of the isolation that I can feel by being trapped so much in the physical symptoms of my treatment experience.

Illness is very isolating and makes you very vulnerable. No one else can endure the treatment for you and, in a way, the pain and discomfort is fundamentally incommunicable. Yet the emotional experience doesn't have to be similarly incommunicable and company (or well wishes) is a major antidote to that risk. So, as I wrap up this post-chemo weekend, I'd like to say thanks for reading and sharing it with me.

Love, Bex

[amarabliss]

Galahdian Dreams - 7 (Nyx Ulric/Reader)

Synopsis: Your father was the king of Insomnia. He was good and just. You never thought you’d meet anyone like him after he was taken from the world. Your Uncle Regis, has taken the throne and followed through on your father’s plans. It was good to see the city in capable hands.

Enter Nyx Ulric, refugee, Glaive, fighter…how is it he can see all your secrets? He knows how to set you off and he’s promised to not let you go…(AU for sure, Regis wasn’t supposed to take the throne, and our lovely Nyx has more of a past then we thought…)

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six

**WARNING** please be aware there are depictions of violence that may be triggering. Please remember to spread tolerance in the world and not hate. 

Be the first step to a better future.

Nyx groaned as he rolled over his bed reaching for his phone that had just went off. Everything was hazy from the night before, but as he read the text from you it slowly started come back into focus.

Y/N – Captain Drautos got me back…please rest well… (1am)

Y/N – Don’t think because you have the day off gets you off the hook. (9am)

Y/N – Please take care of youself…(Now)

You misspelled a word he smiled a little. That wasn’t like you at all, you must’ve been very worried for him. He set his phone down as he threw his feet off his bed, the cold floor brought him back to the night before.

The both of you had only stayed for an hour more. Everyone begged you to come back. Even Crowe pulled you to the side and spoke to you for a while, which worried him…

“So…” He walked backwards as they headed back to the Citadel, “what’cha think?”

You smiled at him shoving your hands into his jacket to keep warm, “You have very nice friends.”

“And…” He smirked leaning forward looking at your face when you looked away.

“It was nice to not have the weight of expectations on my shoulders.” You looked back at him eyes bright with happiness, “It was nice to just talk about what I like to do without someone telling me to focus on something else. I hope I can go back.”

“You’re always welcome.” He stopped in front of you smiling, “Just let me know when you want to go…”

“Are all the wards like that one? With a market at the front?” You asked as he started walking next to you again.

“Other wards? This is the only one…” You stopped looking at him face dropping, “What is it?”

“That can’t be right…you can’t all live in that small area?” You shook your head when he confirmed that they did. It hadn’t even been ten minutes and already you were falling back into your royal role, “That wasn’t part of the plan…”

“Plan?” He titled his head looking at you confused.

“After the initial attack on Galahd my father drew up a plan for aid and refugees…” You put you hand to your face as worry and anger flashed in your eyes, “I helped him with it…there were specific things in place to allow for more people…to keep everyone safe.”

“Okay…well…” He stepped closer to you as he put his hand on your arm to try and comfort you, “we can worry about everything tomorrow…”

As you began to nod someone began to approach them shouting, “Hey! Get your hands off her!”

Nyx turned to look and was met with a haymaker. A bright light flashed behind his eyes as fell to the ground landing hard on his arm. He heard you cry out alarmed as he tried to get up receiving a swift kick into the stomach forcing what air he had out, “Stop! Stop it!”

Nyx groaned and grunted as a group of men gathered around him beating him. You kept screaming at them to stop as he managed to cover his head, “Stop!”

“Keep her quiet! She’s no better than them if she’s hanging around with them…” Nyx felt his fist ball up hearing that. You let out a muffled scream…it sounded like you were struggling.

By order of the king, Glaives were not to use their abilities on citizens of Insomnia. In this case, he needed to protect his charge…a grey area leaning favorably in his direction…he hoped.

He reached out drawing the electricity from the lamps around him as a source. He waited until he gathered enough before he grabbed one of his assailant’s legs sending them flying away with the electric force.

The surprise attack paused the abuse he was receiving enough for him to roll out of the way to his knees. He stood up looking at the other two who had been attacking him and the third holding you back. When he finally spoke, his voice was deep like a low growl, “Let her go.”

“Shit…shit he’s a Glaive…” The one was wise enough to see that at least. The mention of that gave the other two hesitant looks.

“Get your friend…” Nyx continued his low tone as he balled up his fist letting electricity crackle around it again, “and get out of here…”

The two moved around him slowly to collect their buddy. The other one held onto you for a moment longer before he shoved you toward him taking off. Nyx caught you watching them run down the street. Once he was sure they were away his body shook before his knees gave out.

“Nyx!” You tried so hard to hold him up, but he was too heavy. You crumpled under him, half guiding him down, cradling his head so he didn’t hit the ground, “Nyx…no no no…open your eyes…Nyx!”

He cracked them slightly grimacing a little, “Ar-are you okay?”

“Me…no…don’t worry about me…” You shook your head putting your hand against the side of his face. He must’ve looked bad because your face was red with tears, “Oh Six…What do I do?”

He groaned reaching into his pants with difficulty pulling out his phone unlocking it, “Call…Titus…”

“Titus…who…” Was the last thing he heard from you before he passed out.

He washed his hands in the sink after using the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. His nose was swollen and broken, lip cut, large gash on the side of his head ending somewhere in his hair…and bruises…he couldn’t blame you for being terrified. Head wounds bleed like a bitch.

He stood up straight clenching his jaw as the bandage around his ribs began giving him resistance. Astrals this was gonna be a rough couple of days…

He limped back to bed laying down, gently letting his head plop down into his pillow. He shut his eyes just about finding rest when his phone buzzed. He let out a frustrated sigh reaching for it. He shook his head as he answered, “Titus…”

“Ah…he lives.” Titus didn’t sound completely furious yet, “How are you feeling?”

“Like I was jumped and had the shit kicked out of me…” Nyx smirked a little shutting his eyes, “Oh wait…”

“Yeah you’re laughing now…it could’ve been a lot worse.” He could hear him rustling through papers, “Seriously, how are you doing?”

“Sore…super headache…” Nyx listed off as he rolled to his side groaning, “hurts to breath…”

“All normal things to feel. Crowe is afraid you might have a concussion; I think you’re fine. Regardless, everyone is going to be calling you today.” Titus told him and before he could protest, “And if you don’t answer Libertus is going to come over and sit with you.”

Nyx let out a frustrated growl opening his eyes, “Fine…”

“You know why…” Titus started as Nyx interrupted.

“Yeah…yeah…I know.” He rolled back to his back staring at the ceiling, “…is Y/N alright?”

“Physically…yes…not a scratch on her.” Titus told him as more shuffling occurred.

“And mentally?” Nyx felt his chest tighten thinking back to when he first met you.

“Scared…upset…” Titus sighed clearly stopping whatever work he was working, “I got her back here with no one noticing…though I’m not as stealthy as you.”

“I’m sure you did great.” Nyx frowned letting silence fill the line for a moment, “Who’s with her?”

“Pelna…I figured his sunny attitude might help put her at ease.” He told him with a sigh, “If that isn’t…”

“It’s fine.” Nyx shook his head, “I’m not worried about anything…I’ll be back tomorrow.”

“No, that’s not what…” Titus began again as Nyx interrupted once more, “Dammit Nyx! For once in your life just listen to me!”

Nyx fell silent waiting for him to go on, “You have to take care of yourself. You are more important then you think. Last night…last night could have been the end of us…so please…I will take care of everything here. You just heal.”

Nyx shut his eyes nodding before he spoke quietly, “Alright…I understand.”

“…thank you.” Titus sighed, “I know that it’s hard for you to just sit by.”

“Yeah…” Nyx frowned a little as he opened his eyes again, “I think Y/N’s figured me out…”

“What do you mean?” The sound of a stapler rang out on the other side.

“I think she knows who I am…” There was a definite pause on the other side, “I didn’t tell her…”

“Are you going to?” Titus waited for an answer but received none, “Nyx?”

“I think I have too…” Nyx sighed frowning putting his free hand to his face, “So much for anonymity…”

“Will you leave your position?” Titus asked sounding eager.

“Not if I don’t have to.” Hearing a heavy sigh made him smile, “You didn’t think it’d be that easy, did you?”

“You realize that opens a very big can of worms…” Titus told him as another stapler sounded.

“Doesn’t have to…what are you doing?” He winced as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Dossiers… it’s a new policy the higher ups want. We need to have information on everyone who’s a Glaive.” Titus told him begrudgingly.

“Is something happening?” Nyx sat up letting out a curse putting a hand to his chest.

“You alright?” Nyx couldn’t help but smile hearing the Captain’s concern.

“Yep…just me being me. Can’t sit still.” He told him picking fuzz of his sheets.

“Just don’t be stupid…please…my heart can’t take the stress.” Nyx laughed before he groaned. Titus chuckled sounding pleased in his pain, “As for if something going on…do you really think they’d tell me?”

Nyx sighed draping his arm over his knee, “I can do some digging…”

“Nyx…” It was the same exhausted tone he used to give him back home.

“I can do it right from here…won’t even leave the house.” Nyx told him with a smile, “I just happen to know a Crownsguard who has a parent that protects the king…”

“I wouldn’t be able to stop you even if I was there babysitting you myself…” Titus sighed. Nyx could practically see him rubbing his face in frustration, “Just please…”

“I will. I won’t leave…I’ll just sit in my chair or lay in bed.” Nyx reassured him, “I’ll even answer the phone when everyone calls.”

“Appreciate that…take it easy.” Titus told him hanging up.

Nyx sighed looking around his apartment. He needed to clean this place…luckily he had the perfect excuse not to do that today. He chuckled to himself falling back gently. He looked at his phone in his hand pulling up your messages.

He stared at them for a long time before he worked up the courage to text you back.

Nyx – Glad you got back in one piece…really sorry I wasn’t on my game.

… … …

His eyes widened when he saw the little dots almost immediately alerting him that you were responding.

Y/N – It wasn’t your fault. I’m sorry that my people are so full of hate.

Y/N – How are you feeling?

He smiled involuntarily at the question before his fingers went to work.

Nyx – I have had better days, but I’ve definitely had worse…

… … …

Why did his heart skip simply by seeing dots? Yeah…sure he thought you were attractive, but he didn’t know what you liked to do besides gardening. You were book smart, eloquent with your words, and you used to be linked with your people...something since falling away from the light you lost.

But was a month of hanging around one another enough time to really know anyone? Was taking you out to meet his friends more then just trying to get you to trust him?

Y/N – Captain Drautos was sure your ribs were broken…if you need anything, please ask.

Nyx – Nothing I can’t handle. I’ll be back in a couple of days.

Y/N – Take more time if you need it. Pelna is doing a great job in your absence.

Nyx – I bet he’s not as quiet as I am though. Studying in the library must be hard…

Y/N – You’re not wrong, he likes to chat, but it’s okay. I don’t feel like studying today.

He chuckled and continued carrying on a conversation with you for a while before his eyes began to get heavy, lowering with each blink until they finally shut.

When his eyes opened again, he was laying under a large palm tree in hammock. The breeze smelled sweet as it blew across him. He smiled feeling content under the Galahdian sky.

“Nyx!” He looked over seeing Lena running toward him big smile on his face already dressed for their special guests, “They’re here!”

He groaned waving his hand at her before rolling over, “Psh…”

“You don’t want to meet your future?” She leaned on the hammock looking at him, “I heard she’s really pretty…”

“She’s probably pale and pasty…” Nyx covered his head with his arm as she leaned closer to him.

Lena scowled poking him in the ribs making him jump, “Mom worked really hard on this…and you agreed to it! So, don’t disappoint her!”

He peeked his eye open looking through past his arm at her letting out a big sigh, “I can’t get out of this one, can I?”

“’Fraid not, kinda a requirement to meet your betrothed before the wedding.” Lena crossed her arms cocking her hip to one side. She was going to make someone very happy in the future, and also be very frustrating to handle.

He rolled his eyes hopping out of the hammock smirking at her, “When did you get so smart?”

“It’s a natural talent I have. It must’ve skipped you!” She let out a laugh as he started attacking her sides with tickles, “Nyx stop! Stop it!”

He laughed a little letting her run off as he reached for his achkan jacket. He knew his responsibility he just wanted to avoid it as long as he could. He never felt like he’d be able to do his father justice. Though his mother told him to rule with his own heart, and not his father’s…it was hard not to want to live up to a man who instilled strength in his nation.

He closed each button walking slowly toward the entrance of their home. He’d heard about the Lucian capitol and he wondered if it’s princess would be underwhelmed by them just living in a large estate instead of castle reaching for the sky. He also wondered if you’d even wanted to do this or if King Malcolm was forcing you into it for the resources…

“Nyx…late as always.” He smiled leaning down kissing his mother’s cheeks before she looked him over, “At least you’re dressed for the occasion...”

“I know how important this is to you mom.” He took his place next to her as Lena took her spot on the other side, “I know how important this is for our country.”

Selena looked at him letting out a sigh, “Good…I know this arrangement may not be ideal…but I do hope one day you both find a way to love one another.”

He looked at her and smiled, “I’m sure it will all work out.”

She smiled at him giving his arm a supportive squeeze before she stepped out. Lena looked at him and he gave her a wink before following them both out to meet their arriving guests. He stood on the steps behind his mother and sister as sleek black car pulled up.

Two men stepped out looking around the area before they both went to the back doors opening them. The first to step out was King Malcolm. He smiled greeting his mother with a low bow. He turned waving his arm out to an older woman introducing her as his wife.

His eyes shifted to the third person stepping out on the other side of the car. No doubt the woman he was supposed to spend the rest of his life with. Sunlight bounced off your hair as you looked out over the forest.

When you turned, he felt a million butterflies flutter in his stomach. You had kind eyes and a beautiful smile. You moved with grace around the car as you told the young man with dark hair following you around to back off, “Gladio it’s fine. We wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t…”

“Well just lemme know…” He crossed his arms looking up towards Nyx with a glare as he whispered toward you, “Can’t be too careful!”

You shushed him making Nyx chuckle. It reminded him of himself and how he interacted with his own guards. Luckily when he was at home he wasn’t required to tote them around. One thing was for sure you were at least playful.

“And this is my daughter, Y/N.” Your father introduced you to his mother.

You smiled at her bowing low like your father, “It’s so wonderful to finally meet you. My father has said nothing but wonderful things about Galahd and its people.”

“Oh my…she is bright, isn’t she?” Selena smiled glancing toward Nyx, “Perhaps this is a blessing and you can teach my son some etiquette of the court?”

Nyx rolled his eyes a little stepping down as his mother introduced him and his sister, “This is my younger daughter, Selena.”

“You can call me Lena, little less confusing.” She curtsied excitedly with curious eyes.

“And this my son and heir to my position, Nyx.” Selena waved toward him.

He stepped next to his mother bowing to your parents, then bowing to you offering his hand out, “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. Your father did not do you justice.”

When you took his hand, he kissed the top of it making you blush, “The pleasure is mine.”

“Wonderful.” Selena smiled at them all throwing her hands out gently, “We’ll let you all get settled before we have lunch. I’m sure the boat ride over was long.”

“We had fair weather and calm seas…” Malcolm began to speak as he and your mother walked with the queen.

Nyx let go of your hand looking at Lena nodding his head for her to skedaddle. She smirked at him before stepping up to you, “I just wanted to say welcome to Galahd. If you have any questions, it’s probably better to ask me or mom…”

“Lena…” He coughed a little as she laughed walking away, “She didn’t mean that.”

“Oh, it seems she did or else she wouldn’t have said it.” You smirked at him eyes twinkling.

He laughed a little as you both began going up the stairs, “She’s an instigator is more like it.”

“Troublemaker you mean…” You stopped turning around seeing your guard slowly creeping up behind you, “You do have better things to do. I’m in good hands from what my father tells me. The prince is well versed in fighting.”

Nyx felt warmth spread throughout his shoulders when you looked at him smiling as your guard moved past you both, “You trust your father’s opinion of me?”

“He’s a good judge of character. We wouldn’t be here otherwise, and I’m certain he wouldn’t have asked me to marry you if you were not a good man.” You looked back making a face, “What is that whistling noise?”

“Whistling?” He looked up as fear rose in his chest. He saw bombs drifting downward from Niflheim ships.

He reached for you as walked inside…

“No!” He shot up letting out cry of pain rolling to the side putting a hand on his side. He took in several sharp breaths trying to get the pain under control.

“Hey hey hey…take it easy.” He looked up as Crowe came into view helping him to sit up, “That must’ve been some dream.”

“Just…” He took in a few more deep breaths, “…never mind…what are you doing here?”

“I figured you were hungry…and I also thought I’d check you over again.” She told him reaching for his phone waving it in his face, “And you slept through three check-ins.”

“Ah…so Titus sent you.”  He groaned again as he leaned back on his elbows “I appreciate the concern, but really I’m fine.”

“Clearly…” She rolled her eyes tossing his phone next to home before she began to undo the bandages, “You really got wrecked last night. Had us all worried…If Y/N hadn’t called Titus…”

“I’d still be okay because she would have figured it out.” Nyx interrupted her.

“I suppose…but Nyx if you’re going to be bringing her around…you should really consider teaching her a thing or two.” Crowe told him with a sigh as she started feeling his side.

“She knows how to fight…it’s just…” He shook his head wincing away from her touch, “They stopped her training pretty much as soon as she started…no power, no fighting I guess.”

“Well you should give her a refresher if her own people are gonna be bigots.” She shook her head started to wrap him up again.

He didn’t respond as he chewed his bottom lip. Crowe wasn’t wrong, it would benefit you to know some self-defense. He couldn’t be there every time, though he wouldn’t admit that.

He glanced at his phone as it went off. His eyes widened as the preview held the whole message.

Pelna – call y/n…

[someone-always-cares]

[image description: a q&a for the webcomic someone always cares. full desc under the cut because its long and wordy sorry]

post chapter 3 Q&A

first - previous - next

thanks for yalls questions!! it was fun to answer! if anyone still has questions feel free to ask whenever i am always 100% down to ramble. even if i did go slightly off topic in some answers

additional: went off topic with the hair question a bit. their bright hair is all part of the transformations. regular hair dye does exist though. best way to tell is that if the eyebrow matches the hair its probably not dyed. also, quartz’s hair is naturally ginger.

also for more on ages, check out the character bios here

also was gonna keep this in the tags but thought i might as well actually try to answer it: the question i found it hardest to answer was someone the song one. my taste in music is. a mess really. ive been listening to like the same 5 songs on repeat all day. more under the cut because i was rambling again and now its uhhh half 1am

if it helps at the time of answering that specific question i had home by cavetown on repeat, and that song reminds me of both rami and lewis. but that may be because i project onto those two a lot, and as a aro trans dude. who sucks with people skills, yeah of course i love that song.

specifically the vibes of like not knowing how to communicate (rami is fine with his friends but other people are different), the lines “ Turn off your porcelain face, I can't really think right now and this place, Has too many colors, enough to drive all of us insane” idk what the porcelain face line is supposed to mean but im picturing it as like. a mask. that you need to take off and stop hiding and rami does tend to hide when hes feeling upset, and the next two lines kinda could tie into that, like the feeling of when youre overwhelemed and just want the world to stop so you just hide somewhere. also the colours could go with chapter 3 with the chromatic abberation.

also the bit with “ my eyes went dark, I don't know where, my pupils are, But I'll figure out a way to get us out of here” just kinda sums up ramis whole hero thing with his powers and all. anyway this has turned into less what songs rami would like and why this particular song reminds me of him and lewis (lewis specifically has the hair cutting/chest hiding, [big transmasc mood], and also messy haired trainwreck who doesnt know who he is yet. also the ghosts bit)

i did end up picking upbeat songs because ramis a dude who like to try and be upbeat even if things arent. even if hes not really feeling it he will pretend to.

[full description: Anonymous said to someone-always-cares: “hi ily!!! do characters like quartz who have colored hair have that naturally or did they dye it?”

“its both natural and not! while most supers can do a magical girl ish transformation, including a change in hair colour, there are some exceptions.”

theres two small full body drawings of rami, one in civilian clothes, one fully transformed.

“if a superhero were to have a biological child, the child will inherit the powers of the parent(s). however, the child will not inherit the full transfromation. they do inherit any physical transformations, but not the outfit.”

theres a drawing of a woman in blue, quartz’s mother, fully transformed, holding her mask in her hand, smiling down at a much younger quartz as a child. hes smiling back up at her with the same blue eyes, pointy ears, and blue hair, but hes still in normal clothes.

“in the case of quartz, both of hisparents had superpowers, and he inherited those powers and the physical transformations.he can also pick and mix whatphysical traits to change.“

next is a headshot of adult quartz, his face split down the middle with one side having hair and eye like his mother, the other like his father. theres a list of traits from each parents, blue hair and eyes and pointy ears from his mum, and purple hair and eyes and pointy teeth from their dad.

 “Anonymous said to someone-always-cares:  Are all the characters the same age? If not, how old are they? Are they irl friends or just superhero friends?”

theres some headshots of rami and his team lined up with ages labelled: cam is 15, rami himself is 17, lin, mateo, and dante, are all 18, and cap is 20.

“rami and xandra were somewhat friends before she got superpowers, so when, after the incident with her old team, she found rami had developed powers, xandra stuck close to him. their other teamates started off as superhero friends but soon turned into irl friends too”

theres a headshot of lewis and jade. theyre both 17

“when lewis first decided to start being a vigilante,jade quickly found him and decided to help train himand offered to be a mentor of sorts, as they both have similar powers. that quickly derailed.”

“ cinder5555 said to someone-always-cares: How long does it usually take to make a comic page? I'm curious because they're so freaking good that they must take FOREVER”

theres a drawing of myself, a fluffy hair tired bastard in a hoodie, smiling

“Thanks! Ive been doing this shit since like 2017 and i still have no idea how long it takes me. i can get a page done in a day if i have nothing else to do or if its a simple page, but if i have work then maybe 2-3 days? i spend like, most of my free time doing this.“

another drawing of me, now looking frustrated muttering “how the FUCK does time work”

“but i can never do it all on one sitting.i will inevitably get distracted and zone out daydreaming mid drawing so its very hard to get an accurate read on how long it takes. so however long a piece of string is i guess“

the only qustion not from tumblr is a discord message from RuneStone Cabin:

“Q: Can you talk about the incidence of superpowers in this world? Like many people are supers, which powers are more or less common, how long they've been a thing for, stuff like that. Also does Omen know I'd die for them “

theres a drawing of omen pointing at a date circled on a calender marked “decembuary”, theyre saying “i know. i already wrote your death in my calender.”

then a giant wall of text reading: “Supers have only existed for a relativly short time, since the early 1940s. momento mori was the second person to have ever gained powers.

Only a small number of the population are supers! the chances are higher in more populated cities, but unusally london has oneof the higher percentages of supers. while nobody in universe has any idea of the origins of superpowers, it does seem that powers are more likely to occur in people who would actually use their powers.

as for what powers are most common, after making a badly catagorized spreadsheet of every superpowered character ive made for this world (70% of which will probably never even be seen), turns out that elemental powers are the most common. although not all elemental powers manifest as the straight up 'controling this element' as seen in characters like lin or tsunami. for example, iris's powers would fall under shadow elemntal powers, but theyre a lot more weird that just controlling shadows.there are some abilities that have never been seen before,such as ressurection or full on time travel (aka anything that could bring a character back to life), but powers are certainly allowed to toe the line eg healing, powers involving undeath, immortality, pausing or manipulating time.

aside from that, anything goes. you could get plain old superstrength, but you could also get the ability to create dogs with your mind. other not quite rules, more guidelines are that supers are immune to their own powers hurting them (unless they were pushing themselves too hard), although the way the imminuties occur may be inconvinient to the super.

while some powers may be 'more powerful' than others, powers dont really get to be way underpowered or overpowered in comparision to others. sure being able to talk to animals may feel a bit useless compared to someone who can lift 4 tanks at once, but nobodys going to end up with a power like 'can turn into a goose but only once' or 'can grow toenails twice as fast' or 'if i sneeze i can change my hair colour'. at the same time, youre not going to get someone with the power to snap their fingers and level a city, or instantly blow up the moon or whatever.

“Anonymous said to someone-always-cares: I love rami PLEASE tell me his favorite song(s) and why. I will die for you”

a drawing of rami saying out loud “i dont really have any specific favourite song, really? i just listen to whatever sounds catchy and then listen to that on repeat for hours until i hate it. i guess i do like upbeat songs? ones that make you feel happy even if the lyrics are sad”

“ un1c0rnhh said to someone-always-cares: tell me,,, please,, cam,,, are they a cat person or a dog person?? ily"

theres a drawing of cam a metre away from a cat lying down. she has her arm out and is making ‘psspsspss’ noises at it. end id]

FUCK i am so glad i didnt hand write all of that, it would have been a major pain in the ass to write it all and then have to transcribe all that next. but nope i could directly copy paste the asks and word answers. cheers if anyone made it this far down. if anyone wonders why this is uploaded late, you know now.

[shijiujun]

[ENG] History3: Trapped Novel - Chapter Two

~6,500 words (proofread by @weilongfu​)

Translation Masterpost can be found here

Disclaimer: Translations are entirely mine - these are not official translations and some phrases have been changed for better English interpretation so you’ll definitely see better/different translations elsewhere. Also keeping in mind when we translated this we aren’t exactly thinking about the style of writing and this translation is as close to the novel as we can make it XD So yes, some parts may be a little awkward to read. And yes some teeny weeny details and words may not turn up in the translation because the Chi to Eng mind acrobatics didn’t work out. If you see asterisks, scroll all the way to the bottom for notes!

Full chapter below the cut

Chapter Two

The sound of a gun’s silencer echoes from inside a black sedan, and both Wang Kun Cheng and his driver are found dead inside with bullet wounds through their right temple, just hours after their meeting with Xing Tian Meng.

Time of death, 9pm.

Meng Shao Fei lies on his bed, thinking back to the meeting with Interpol during the day, where Team 3 and Interpol exchanged information on this case. Although Wang Kun Cheng’s men insist that the person who murdered their leader was Tang Yi, but as seen from Team 3 and Interpol’s investigation, there were no signs of struggle and fights inside the club where both parties met, and   moreover, Tang Yi has a perfect alibi.

As Wang Kun Cheng was shot at close range after he left the club, it is impossible that Tang Yi, who was at another location attending an evening gala dinner — they have CCTV footage to prove that he entered the hotel at 8.30pm and left only at 1am in the morning —  was the culprit for the murder. They aren’t ruling out the possibility of a third party committing the murder at Tang Yi’s orders, but the surveillance cameras in the area were tampered with and damaged before the murder happened, so before they can find further evidence and witnesses, Tang Yi is definitely not the culprit. However, he is curious about one thing… in the 48 hours after news of Wang Kun Cheng’s death was made known, Cambodia’s drug syndicate’s leader Chen Wen Hao immediately returned to Taiwan. Both Chen Wen Hao and Wang Kun Cheng used to be members of Xing Tian Meng, especially Chen Wen Hao. Xing Tian Meng is able to grow to its scale today because it was he and Tang Guo Dong who built the organisation up from scratch.

Even after Chen Wen Hao was sentenced to prison for 24 years due to the skirmish with Si He Hui, but during this time, the person who visited him most frequently was Tang Guo Dong. From this, it is obvious that they were very close to each other and had a deep relationship. If this was so, what reason would Tang Yi, who took over Xing Tian Meng in Tang Guo Dong’s place, have to go create trouble with Chen Wen Hao’s men, and even going so far as to kill the man?

Unable to sleep no matter what he does, Shao Fei finds himself leaving the bed and walking over to his bulletin board, filled entirely with profiles of people and information related to Xing Tian Meng. Staring at the drawing he made, he mumbles, “Four years ago…”

Four years ago, Chen Wen Hao immediately fled for Southeast Asia the moment he was released from prison, and his whereabouts have been unknown ever since until now with his return to Taiwan. Four years ago, Tang Guo Dong and Li Zhen both died on that hill, and no one knew why they met in secret, and there were so many rumors about Li Zhen illegally colluding with the mob. Four years ago, Tang Yi was shot at the scene and managed to live after many attempts at trying to resuscitate him. He became the only survivor of the incident, the only witness who possibly knows what happened on that day.

Meng Shao Fei looks at Tang Yi’s portrait sketch again, and asks it, as if he’s speaking directly to Tang Yi himself, “Aren’t you going clean with the mob? Aren’t you staying away from drugs? And didn’t you say you would never kill a person? Why are you giving up on your principles NOW? Why did you go touch Chen Wen Hao’s people?”

Shao Fei cannot think of any possible answer, and scratches at his head in frustration, pacing back and forth in his apartment.

The Tang Household

Standing at the balcony and looking into the night view in the distance, in Tang Yi’s hand lies a black, metallic lighter. He recalls what Boss Tang said to him eight years ago…

“Drizzle olive oil in the wok and circle it for two rounds? Can we do three rounds?”

At that time, Tang Yi had just turned 20 years old, and the thing he liked to do most was to bother Boss Tang in his space when he could, asking him to pass his cooking skills on to him.

“That’s fine too. The point is you have to make sure the entire wok gets the same amount of heat, that’s why we circle it,” Tang Guo Dong stands next to the stove, an apron tied around his own waist and guides Tang Yi to pay more attention to cooking as he smokes.

People always say that the lines on one’s foreheads represent the passing of time and age, as it catches up with you, and with every horizontal line therein lies a story that belongs to it, but in Tang Yi’s eyes, every mark on Boss Tang’s face is the culmination of both wisdom and duty. No matter how severe the problem is, once it lands in Boss Tang’s hands, the problem can be solved easily, just like no matter how complicated the cooking and recipes are, he is always able to handle it, all the while smoking at the same time.

In comparison Tang Yi is impatient in both his personality and cooking and thus, he deeply respects this man who is both like a father and teacher to him. He wonders if there ever will be a day, where he’s able to catch up to Boss Tang and this 30 year age gap, and from Boss Tang’s mouth hear-

I feel at ease leaving everything to you.

“Don’t smoke when you’re cooking,” Tang Yi says, immediately dropping the garlic and bell peppers he’s holding and snatches the cigarette pressed between Boss Tang’s lips.

The man whose cigarette was snatched away smiles a little helplessly, then crosses his arms and continues guiding Tang Yi, “After you put in the noodles, you need to stir it in the wok, otherwise it’ll stick to the base.”

Tang Yi looks at the food cooking in his wok and says, delighted, “It looks just like yours!”

“We’ll have to try the dish to know.”

Tang Yi tastes a spoonful of the food from the wok, frowns, then picks up the spicy sauce next to him and adds another half a spoon in, “Not spicy enough.”

Tang Guo Dong, who tried the dish at the same time, is frowning on the other hand, because of the spiciness he is tasting in his mouth. “Xiao Tang, you’re eating this so spicy?”

“Strange, why is it that no matter how I cook I just cook it the same way you do?”

“To govern a country is like cooking, have you ever heard of this?”

“No.

Tang Guo Dong smiles, then opens his mouth to explain, “All these years from handling and dealing with the gang’s every single matter no matter how big or small, I felt that, when we do things, we cannot be overly impulsive and rush into things, nor can we be complacent and passive. we have to think through each detail carefully in order to do things well. Take cooking for example, every brother is like an ingredient, you need to understand each ingredient’s taste to be able to put it in a dish, and then the taste of the finished dish will be the best.”

Tang Yi is intrigued by this analogy, and also curious about how Boss Tang sees him, he asks, “So which ingredient am I?”

“Lotus root.”

“Lotus root? Why a lotus root?”

“Did you forget the first time we met, how much dirt you had all over your body? Isn’t it just like the lotus root that’s just been harvested and pulled out from the soil?”

“Oh, so you detested me this much actually,” Tang Yi says, sulking as he brings the wok over to the person who’s plating dishes at his side.

The person most important to him just called him a dirty little runt, how could anyone be happy?

Tang Guo Dong laughs and takes out his cigarette box again. “Hey, Xiao Tang, you were born into unfortunate circumstances and grew up in a terrible environment, you managed to keep your spirit and character pure. I hope you never forget this, and that you don’t ever change.”

At this, Tang Yi returns Tang Guo Dong’s smile and replies, “I got it, Lao Tang. I will keep being like this.”

As long as Tang Guo Dong likes him like this, then Tang Yi will become the person that he likes, because to him, there’s no one else in the world who’s more important to him, more important than Tang Guo Dong.

“Actually, there’s another reason in persevering in cooking,” Tang Guo Dong adds somberly, taking off his apron and walking over to Tang Yi’s side, opening a wine bottle and pouring a glass for himself.

“What is it?”

“People like us who face death every day and are used to it, we don’t even know when we’ll die and go to meet our makers. If we can’t even deal with the basic necessity and function of eating in our lives, then what more fun in our lives can we have? So we have to be serious towards every meal, and that means also that we have to live our lives seriously.

“I understand. So when I’m done learning cooking from you, I’ll let you taste my cooking.”

“Done learning? You little shit, you only just learnt this little bit and you want to represent the Tang family and con people outside already?”

“I have confidence that I don’t need too much time to learn your ways.”

Tang Guo Dong puts up his thumb and praises, “Okay, you’ve got ambition. But if you want to take the wok and metals away from me, it’s not that easy!”

“I won’t disappoint you… although-“ Tang Yi looks at the failed finished product in the wok today, and laughs, “It looks like we still have to eat this not so delicious dish, let’s hope when we are done we won’t need a trip to emergency.”

Watching Tang Yi’s back as he picks up the plate and walk towards the dining room, Tang Guo Dong, who’s lived more than half a century, stops smiling, and in his heart, he makes a decision.

At a Japanese restaurant

The various members of Team 3 are gathered at a restaurant undercover as guests and wait staff for the ongoing investigation on Wang Kun Cheng’s death. They are currently surveilling a particular guest, who’s discussing business with another person.

Suddenly, a tall figure walks into the store, and once Shao Fei, who’s seated right at the entrance of the restaurant sees him, he stands up and brings the other person to a corner in the restaurant.

“Why are you here?”

Walking into the restaurant and stunned at seeing Shao Fei, Tang Yi abandons his original intentions for coming here and turns to leave.

“Since the police are investigating a case, I will not disturb.”

On the other side of the restaurant, Zhao Li An, who’s dressed as a waiter, is just about to run over to stop Shao Fei, but Zhou Guan Zhi stops him by holding onto his arm. He eyes Zhao Zi, indicating that they should continue as planned, or they will risk ruining the mission this time.

Shao Fei grabs onto Tang Yi’s elbow, staring right into his eyes and asks, “Since you’re already here, you might as well assist us on our investigation. Do you know a person called ‘Chen Wen Hao’?”

Tang Yi’s expression suddenly becomes stiff, and this does not go unnoticed by the cop who’s been hounding him for the past four years.

“Looks like we have the same goal, we’re here for the same person,” Shao Fei continues, his eyebrows raised.

“So you killed Wang Kun Cheng just to lure Chen Wen Hao back here. And for you, Xing Tian Meng’s leader who’s also trying to wash everything clean at the moment, to care so much about a Cambodian drug syndicate leader, there can only be two reasons. Firstly, you’ve made him come back because this was Tang Guo Dong’s mission for you.Or two, Chen Wen Hao has something to do with the double homicide from four years ago.”

Shao Fei’s guesses are so close to the truth, that in that moment, Tang Yi’s repressed rage emerges again — these four years, he has wanted to kill this person who’s only ever ruined all his plans countless of times, but countless of times, Tang Yi has also had to end his murderous thoughts towards this police officer.

Such action is out of character for Tang Yi — if Hong Ye and Ah De are unable to comprehend why he’s doing this, Tang Yi himself has no idea either.

“Have I hit the nail on the head, is that why you want to run?”

“I have nothing to say to Officer Meng,” Tang Yi snaps, gritting his teeth and turning away to leave the store.

He follows the stairs outside the restaurant to where he parked his car. His tone filled with anger, Shao Fei who’s only ever seen Tang Yi’s two sarcastic and cold expressions, is momentarily stunned. He breaks out of his trance, then rushes out of the restaurant to chase Tang Yi, his hand pressing against Tang Yi’s chest and stopping him from moving forward, his eyes incredibly sharp.

“I’m getting closer to the truth, correct?”

If he isn’t getting closer to the truth, why would Xing Tian Meng’s poker-faced leader make the effort of snapping at him?

“Officer Meng has his own mission that he’s not carrying out, and instead he’s here to obstruct my freedom again?”

“If my hypothesis is correct, then following you is the only way I can find out the truth.”

Tang Yi pushes Shao Fei’s hand away and walks over to the driver’s side to open the door, but Shao Fei grabs onto his wrist instead, slamming shut the door that’s just been opened.

“I’m asking you to leave, did you not hear me? These four years my tolerance towards you has reached a tipping point. Meng. Shao. Fei! Don’t test my patience!”

He pushes Shao Fei away, hard, and settles in the driver’s seat, shutting the door behind him securely. Unexpectedly, Shao Fei circles the car to the passenger side and unceremoniously sits inside the car, holding onto the brake.

“Tang Yi, if I don’t get my answers today I’m not letting you leave!”

Tang Yi points outside and shouts, “I’m warning you for the last time, get out of my car.”

“Hmph!”

Shao Fei turns to grab for the seatbelt, obviously having no intention to leave.

“You!”

Angrily, Tang Yi swings his right fist out to restrain both of Shao Fei’s hands, reaching to his back and grabbing the young police officer’s gun, that Tang Yi knows he has usually stuffed into the back of his waist, then pressing the muzzle of the gun to Shao Fei’s temple.

Just as Tang Yi is about to throw Shao Fei out of the car, the driver’s seat door is flung open from the outside, and reflex has Tang Yi moving the hand holding onto the gun towards the person outside, but his opponent quickly strikes at his hand, the gun falling to the ground.

Losing his most useful weapon hardly means that he has no other way to defend himself. He rushes out of the car with tight fists and immediately starts to land repeated blows on his attacker, who’s clad in a black suit. Shao Fei on the other hand is also facing a similar attack by a person wearing a black baseball cap and fighting him intensely.

Eventually, both Tang Yi and Shao Fei are forced into a corner by their attackers, pressed back to back. Unconsciously, they leave their vulnerable backs to one another, exchange a glance and then simultaneously attack. Punches and kicks going against the two men with retractable batons and knives, they are soon overpowered by the weapons.

“Boss wants you to meet him,” says the man attacking Tang Yi, pushing him to the floor and pressing a knife at his jugular.

===

As the black van follows along the left and right curves of the mountainous road, the occupants of the vehicle find themselves swaying from left to right as well.

“I can’t believe I’m handcuffed by my own handcuffs.”

Tang Yi side-eyes the man next to him, and scoffs, “It’s not like this is the first time.”

“Hey do you have to speak like this? If you didn’t take away my gun, would we be in this situation?” Shao Fei retorts, holding up his right hand that is currently attached to Tang Yi’s.

“Shut up!” warns the man seated in the third row of the car, one hand holding up a knife.

Tang Yi turns around to look at the man in black seated right behind them, and says, “Kidnapping a police officer is going to get troublesome for you guys.”

The man ignores Tang Yi; instead, it is the man seated in front driving the van that shoots both hostages a look through the rearview mirror, and smiles icily, “You should worry about yourself first!”

Their hands handcuffed together, Tang Yi taps Shao Fei’s pinky finger with his own, and once their gazes meet, Tang Yi gestures at Shao Fei. Shao Fei nods in understanding, then in an irritated tone, laments, “Why is it that when you guys do bad things you always run towards the mountains? It’s not that I want to comment, but this method lacks so much creativity that it really isn’t OK-“

Shao Fei yells immediately, after ensuring that Tang Yi’s right hand is creeping towards the handbrake of the van, “NOW!”

Bam!

Tang Yi kicks at the driver’s right arm, sending the man forward against the steering wheel, and at the same time Shao Fei leans forward to pull the handbrake up. The van strikes against the walls of the mountain and the impact stops the van immediately. Before the driver can react, Shao Fei has already moved into the passenger seat and with a kick, knocks the driver out.

He sees Tang Yi getting punched in the face by the other guy in the back, and Tang Yi, with his hand movement restricted, can barely defend himself against the attack. Seeing that the other guy is rushing towards Tang Yi with a knife in his hands, Shao Fei moves back to his seat and stands between Tang Yi and his attacker, getting a slash across his arm for his trouble. Then, they use the handcuff chains between them to trap their attacker’s wrists, and Tang Yi strikes the knife in his hands to the ground.

In the chaos, Tang Yi sees Shao Fei’s wound on his right arm, bleeding profusely.

And right in that moment, Tang Yi loses all composure and logic that he is so proud of. He swings his fist repeatedly at his attacker, and doesn’t stop even when his face is all bloodied from the impact of his punches.

“We have to go!”

Shao Fei is afraid that Tang Yi will just kill the man, so he opens the door and pulls Tang Yi, who has lost all control, out of the car. They give up on moving along the visible and easily trackable roads and instead choose to head inside the dense forest to escape.

In between the trees, four other men — their attackers’ accomplices who were travelling behind them in another van — split up to look through every nook and cranny of the forest.

“Damn it, they can really hide huh?”

“Did you find them on your side?”

“No.”

“You, and you, go that side and look.”

“Yes.”

They continue their search for an hour to no avail, and they do not realise that the Xing Tian Meng leader they’re trying to find is actually hiding behind a big rock, covered in green moss.

Tang Yi is using his entire body to protect and shield Shao Fei, until the noise grows faint and more distant from their hiding spot, only then does Tang Yi heave a sigh of relief. He turns around and crouches low to the ground, using the rock as a backrest.

Maybe it’s because fleeing for their lives is an intense sport, or maybe it’s because the both of them were suddenly so close to each other earlier, so close that Shao Fei can even catch a hint of Tang Yi’s cologne, Shao Fei feels his face heating up strangely. All he can do is raise their hands up, still cuffed to each other, to distract himself.

“If only we didn’t have this.”

“Who brought it here?”

Having just experienced a life or death situation, Tang Yi’s tone as he speaks to Shao Fei has changed somewhat from before. From being ice cold and distant, Tang Yi is now talking as if he would make fun of a friend.

Unable to retort, Shao Fei rolls his eyes instead, but in the next second see Tang Yi using his right hand to pinch at this left thumb, and just as he’s about to ask, he hears the sound of a bone being dislocated.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

With his left thumb dislocated successfully, Tang Yi’s hand leaves the restraints of the handcuffs, and then easily snaps his dislocated thumb back into its original place. Shao Fei can feel how painful that action just was just by looking, but Tang Yi just did it with barely a sound and a frown.

“This can also work?”

Shao Fei, with wide eyes, watches as Tang Yi just walks off with a shake of his hands, then follows the man to hopefully somewhere more suitable to hide at, a hand covering his own wound.

===

Ding dong ding dong!

“Ah Fei!!! Ah Fei are you inside?” Zhao Zi stands outside Shao Fei’s apartment door, one hand pressing at the doorbell and the other dialling Shao Fei’s number, but all he gets is Shao Fei’s voice message.

“This is Meng Shao Fei, if there’s anything urgent, please leave a message.”

“Ah Fei if you don’t pick up the phone, Boss is really going to throw me out!”

Zhao Zi’s pitiful complaint echoes down the empty stairway. After half an hour of no reply, all he can do is give up. He walks down the stairs, worried.

“I’m at the alley near Ah Fei’s house. He’s not at home and I can’t get through to him on his phone. Oh, okay. We’ll keep in touch. I’ll contact you guys after I find him. Okay, bye.”

Hanging up on the call with his team’s colleagues, Zhao Zi recalls how Boss always scolds him for not using his brains, and at the spur of the moment, he leaves his phone in his jacket’s pocket and pulls up the zip, then does a handstand and begins walking on the ground on his hands.

He giggles. He’s actually still pretty smart, as long as he make all the blood rush into the top of his head, and when that happens, his brain will begin to work at a higher capacity. Maybe he’ll be able to find a way to find Shao Fei like this even! Just as Zhao Zi smiles gleefully to himself, a pair of cool blue leather shoes step into his line of vision, and as his eyes follow along those long legs all the way up to see who this person is, he sees the man who he brought to the station previously. Tang Yi’s bodyguard, the man called Jack.

“Are you looking for me?”

Zhao Zi puts both his legs down and dusts his hands off, but Jack grabs him by the back of his shirt collar around his neck, and picks him up. “Let’s go!”

“Huh? What are you doing? Where are you bringing me to?”

Like a rabbit whose neck was just bitten by a wolf in the wild, Zhao Zi follows the man called Jack helpless, leaving the alley at Shao Fei’s house.

“What are you catching me for?” asks Zhao Zi later.

He doesn’t know when he was struck unconscious. All he knows is that when he woke up earlier, he found himself incarcerated in a dark room. In the room sits only a single lamp and the big bad wolf who caught him, and brought him here.

“Where did Meng Shao Fei bring my boss?”

Zhao Zi opens his mouth wide, surprised, and asks, “Ah Fei is really with Tang Yi then?”

“Are you pretending to be stupid?”

Jack, with a whole head of red hair, glares at the rookie police officer, his eyes tinged with a glint of danger and sharpness. Jack doesn’t know what tricks Zhao Zi is playing here, but he takes out his phone, and plays the surveillance footage from the camera at the Japanese restaurant’s entrance for Zhao Zi to see.

“They’re really together! I’m looking for Ah Fei urgently, do you know where they went?” He sighs. “Forget it. You definitely don’t know either, otherwise you wouldn’t have brought me here… Damn it, if we don’t find Ah Fei soon, it’ll be my turn to write 3000 words in my apology letter,” Zhao mumbles, standing up from the chair.

“Call him!” Jack commands, taking out his phone and presenting it to his ‘hostage’.

“I tried, but his phone is switched off.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I said, if I can’t get through to him, I really can’t get through to him.”

Jack holds onto his own phone, and coldly says, “Then give me his number, I’ll call.”

“I’m not going to give it to you! I’m a police officer and at the very least I need to ensure that my colleague is protected and safe, so I won’t give you Ah Fei’s number. I absolutely will not!”

Intrigued suddenly by this fearless boy, Jack circles around Zhao Zi, then stares at him head on, unnervingly.

“Even if you glare at me I won’t.”

Jack takes a step forward, approaching the boy who’s hugging his knees and curling into a ball on the couch.

“Even if you beat me to death I won’t.”

Bam!

Wrapped in fingerless leather gloves, that fist suddenly slams against the back of the couch, and the sound of something being hit echoes in the room.

“No matter what you do, I won’t!”

Zhao Zi is so afraid that he’s already covering his own ears, his entire body shaking in fear, and yet he still refuses Jack in a clear, loud voice.

Jack’s lips curve in a smile. He turns around and walks out of the dark room, and locks the door from the outside.

“Hey! Open the door! Open the door!! Don’t leave me here alone! Hey!” shouts the rookie cop at the top of his lungs as he strikes at the door, the rookie cop who’s not afraid of threats but is apparently, afraid of the dark.

On the mountains, in an abandoned structure

In order to hide from either Wang Kun Cheng or Chen Wen Hao’s men, both Tang Yi and Shao Fei chose to take temporary refuge at this abandoned house first. They started a fire earlier with the wood that Tang Yi found to keep warm, and it is the only source of light in the dark place.

“Can you really not help me open this?” Shao Fei asks, shaking the handcuff still attached to his right wrist.

Tang Yi sends Shao Fei a look, then stresses, “It will hurt!”

“Please, I, Meng Shao Fei, have survived even bullet wounds, will I be scared of this pain?”

Carelessly, Shao Fei reaches his hand over, but the moment Tang Yi grabs onto his thumb and starts to twist it, Shao Fei begins to yell out in pain, “It hurts! It seriously hurts!!”

“I thought you aren’t afraid of pain?”

“Stop twisting it!! Okay okay, I’ll just keep on wearing it then!” Shao Fei implores, his face entirely pale as he hits at Tang Yi’s arm to let him go.

Tang Yi smiles knowingly, as if expecting this outcome all along, and returns to his position by the fire. At this, Shao Fei steals glances at Tang Yi with astonishment, and mumbles, “Fuck. How can this not hurt? Does that guy have any pain nerves in the first place?”

Leaning against the wall, Tang Yi watches as Shao Fei picks up the unused wood and head towards the inside of the house, and he asks, “What are you doing?”

“The weather is so cold, I’m going to start a fire inside and at night we’ll sleep in there.”

“I’m going to take the first watch,” refuses Tang Yi.

It’s as if his rejection just erected a tall and cold wall between them both, but Shao Fei is already used to the way Tang Yi is, so he merely shrugs. He picks up the lighter sitting next to the wood, and says, “Up to you. If you’re not afraid of the cold you can sleep here by yourself, I’m going inside, and lend me this-“

“Don’t touch that!”

Suddenly, Tang Yi who was just a few seconds ago sitting next to the fire, snatches the lighter back from Shao Fei’s hands.

“Why are you so fierce? If you don’t give me the lighter how am I going to start a fire?”

Tang Yi does not reply, only picking up glowing branch from the fire and passing it to Shao Fei. He listens as Shao Fei’s mumbles return to where he was earlier, and as he looks at the lighter sitting in his palm, Tang Yi recalls…

Four years ago

“Here.”

After lighting a cigarette, Tang Guo Dong passes the lighter in his hand to the young man standing next to him.

“Why?”

“I thought you liked it?”

“No work, no reward,” Tang Yi places the lighter back in Tang Guo Dong’s hand, and seriously looks at the man. “What do you want me to help you with?”

Tang Guo Dong is stunned for a moment, and then he laughs, “”Xiao Tang, it’s really so hard to lie to you! I think you, too, know the answer to this question. Help to dismantle Xing Tian Meng, and start to move everything into legal businesses.”

“Aren’t you already doing that?”

“I need someone to continue doing it for me.”

Tang Yi frowns, and once again snatches the cigarette away from Tang Guo Dong’s mouth. “Don’t say that as if you’re going to die soon.”

“When you’re in this line of business, you must always be prepared for death.”

Tang Guo Dong exhales, then opens his left hand where the lighter rests in his palm. He asks, “So what is it? Do you dare take it?”

“Hmph. You failed at your request, so you’ve switched to challenging me instead?”

Tang Guo Dong laughs, taking the cigarette back from Tang Yi, and replies, “You’ll accept it, because you hate drugs more than anyone else. But to make sure you take care of everyone, you need to have money, that’s why no gang in the world will stay away from drugs. Since we’ve decided to call a halt to it, we must be prepared.”

“The person you’re meeting tomorrow… is there a problem?”

“No.. it’s just,” Tang Guo Dong shakes his head, then reaches out with his left arm and hooks it around Tang Yi, “Just treat it as a back up plan. Please. If one day I’m not here anymore, you have to continue with the work of washing Xing Tian Meng clean.”

Hesitantly, Tang Yi looks at Tang Guo Dong who’s speaking with so much emotion. Tang Guo Dong, who is both his father and teacher.

“Xiao Tang! Humans are really too weak, we’re always looking for excuses so we can escape, finding excuses so we can make mistakes, and even blaming our failures on fate, but we forget that for every decision and action we make, we have to pay its price. After all, the money we made from drugs is dirty money, and even if we survived long enough to earn the money, we wouldn’t get to spend it. I don’t want our brothers to live a life standing at the edge of death. I’m not afraid to be laughed at, but it took me a few decades to realise that the best life is one where we live normally.”

“What’s good about a normal life? We’ll only get bullied.”

Just like that year’s 12-year old Tang Yi and 10-year old Hong Ye, two children stranded on the streets, homeless — that was normal enough a life, was it not? But ‘normal’ didn’t feed them, and it would only ensure that they get bullied by children older than they, and if they didn’t meet Tang Guo Dong then, they probably wouldn’t have made it to adulthood. They definitely would not be like this now, having experienced the happiness of being doted on by someone.

Tang Guo Dong turns around, leaning against the railings behind him and thinks about the past. “Maybe the you right now won’t be able to understand, but some people, because of me, were robbed of the ‘normal life’ he should have had. I owe him too much, and in this life, I am unable to make amends.”

“Who? A woman?” Tang Yi asks curiously, looking at the man who, with every sentence, is becoming even more serious.

However, Tang Guo Dong has no intentions of answering that question, and instead just smiles. “One day there’ll be a certain someone who will make you understand what it means to lead a normal life, and what a beautiful feeling it is, to be able to lead this life. So, do you accept?”

The lighter is once against thrust under his nose, and this time, as Tang Yi looks at the wisps of white smoke in the air, he promises, “I promise you. If you’re not around anymore, I will still make sure Xing Tian Meng is washed clean, even if I die-“

“Hey hey hey! You’ve only got one life, don’t waste it.”

Tang Guo Dong tries to stop Tang Yi from saying such inauspicious words, but the 24-year old merely looks into the sky and repeats what the man just told him, “When you’re in this line of business, you must always be prepared for death.”

“You!”

Lines pulling at the edges of his mouth as he smiles, Tang Guo Dong looks at Tang Yi, doting.

“Lao Tang.”

“Hmm?”

Tang Guo Dong throws the butt of his cigarette on the ground and steps on it, then proceeds to light up a second stick.

“I want to ask you a question.”

“Nnn!”

“Why did you pick me? Xing Tian Meng has so many other uncles, and brothers, no? Even if you wanted to find someone younger, there’s still-“

“It can only be you.”

“Why?”

“Because only if I hand it over to you will I be at ease.”

Tears quickly fill his eyes and his vision blurs. Tang Yi looks away, because finally, he’s hearing the words he wanted to hear most.

I’ll be at ease, handing everything over to you.

On the mountains, in an abandoned structure

Tang Yi returns back to the present from his thoughts, only to see that Shao Fei is already lying on the wooden boards, prepared to sleep.

“I really envy you, you can sleep anywhere.”

Lying on the boards, Shao Fei covers his own body with his olive green jacket, as he removed the jacket earlier to treat his own wound, and says, “As human beings we need to be adaptable and take whatever comes, a young, rich master like you who can’t sleep without a bed will never understand.”

“Do you know how to train, to escape?”

Shao Fei looks at Tang Yi at his sudden, seemingly irrelevant question, not understanding why he’s bringing this up at all.

“You have to train when you’re young. First, you twist the thumb inwards. Wait for the bone to grow again and then twist it broken again. Grow, then break. You practice it repeatedly until you’re able to do it. I ask you, which rich master from any family grows up like that?”

Shao Fei looks at this man, who now seems so different from the man he imagined in his head, and asks, “Who forced you to?”

“No one forced me to, I wanted to do it myself. Being part of any gang… we are closer to death, and when you want to survive, you’ll force yourself to do a lot of things.”

“So it’s not that you can’t sleep… but you don’t dare to sleep?”

So when Tang Yi said that he would keep watch earlier, it wasn’t because he was distancing himself, or putting a wall back up in between the both of them, but because the man before his eyes doesn’t feel that he has a person he can truly rely on and trust.

At this sudden display of sensitivity from the usually impulsive and fiery character that is Shao Fei, Tang Yi is speechless. He then laughs wistfully, walking to where there should have been windows installed in this entire building. Leaning against the rusty surface and looking at the clear sky and moon, he says, “I’m only pretending to go legal with Xing Tian Meng, actually I am-“

Shao Fei gets up from where he’s seated and interrupts Tang Yi’s sarcastic monologue. Bowing, he apologises, “It’s my fault! I was wrong. I was too full of myself, to be so sure that it was you… Tang Yi, I’m sorry!”

Tang Yi looks at the man before him, and somewhere deep inside his heart, he is moved by Shao Fei’s words.

“Hey, I’ve already said so much, you should at least give me a response!”

“This is my first time seeing a monkey who knows how to reflect on himself.”

“Hey! Who are you calling a monkey? Let me tell you, even if you’re sincere in trying to wash Xing Tian Meng clean, I will be keeping my eyes on you. The moment you do anything illegal, I’ll still arrest you!”

“Keep your eyes on me?”

“Yes! Keep my eyes on you. Both eyes!” Shao Fei points his fingers at Tang Yi.

In that moment, Tang Yi’s mouth curves into a smile that Shao Fei has never seen before, and says, “Okay. Then I’ll keep on letting you keep your eyes on me.”

“Then I- I’m going to sleep. Good- good night…”

Suddenly, Shao Fei can feel his cheeks heating up again. He flees back to the corner he was lying at earlier, pulls his jacket over himself and pretends to sleep.