#i need to go eat lunch and maybe I'll calm down

[teal-fiend]

preds who are liars:

"idk where your friend is lol?"

"I just had a big lunch."

"Idk why I'm so bloated today haha"

"What do you mean my stomach's moving. no it isn't."

"I promise I won't eat your partner"

"You can bring your friend over, they'll be just fine."

"It's okay, you're safe around me"

"I have never eaten a person"

"I'm not hungry."

"Yeah I have something planned for dinner"

"I don't want to eat you"

"I would never eat you"

"I would never eat anyone, that's crazy. You're crazy"

"Idk who you're talking about"

"Can I eat you rq? I promise I'll let you out after"

"PLEASE let me eat you It'll just be for a little while..."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to eat you - it just sort of happened."

"Don't worry, I won't let my stomach digest u"

"I'm going to digest you"

"I'll never let u out, I never let my prey out."

"You're trapped in here forever."

"i'm just going to take a quick nap don't worry I'll let you out in like an hour."

"I've never digested my prey before"

"Calm down, you're completely safe in there"

"I think if you squirm hard enough, you might make me sick and I'll have to spit you up..."

"Ah, no don't wriggle so much, you're hurting my stomach!"

"Maybe if you stay completely still you won't trigger my stomach acids"

"Don't bother struggling anymore, I can't even feel it, it's not doing anything."

"You weren't even filling"

"Yes, you were tasty"

"You're my favourite prey" "You're the best prey I've ever had"

"I'll reform you"

"I'll remember you"

"Sorry for eating your friend.... It won't happen again."

"Oh, no, don't worry, they wanted to be digested by me."

"I still have plenty of room in here"

"I'll let them out if you give me a belly rub"

"Yeah, you can touch my stomach if you want, I'm full now anyway."

"It's okay, I just need you to come a bit closer..."

"Sorry I digested him yeah he's gone forever sorry."

"It's too late, I've already finished digesting"

"What do you mean I look different? I look the same"

"oh haha, my partner's just been feeding me a lot of snacks I guess"

"yeah, I gave up on eating prey"

"I'm not hungry anymore"

[ellaa-writes]

The Bëast Within

author note: Part 5! Ok this is the last part till I'm back in November. Will be gone from October 21st till November 18th. I'm getting married and then going on my honeymoon. So enjoy! I'll be working on other parts while I'm away. :) you can find the rest of the series here.

summary: Omegas are rare, in a world full of Alphas and Betas. Being a Omega was not only dangerous but they were highly sought after. After living your life has a Beta in disguise, you meet a scary Alpha, but not any normal alpha. But a gaint Apex Alpha who won't stop at anything to make you his.

tags: Alternative Universe, female reader. Slight smut. Reader edges König into an apology. Slightly submissive König (but don't tell him that.) A/b/o dynamics. Alpha König is big and scary but not to reader. not proof read

König showed his love through acts of kindness and gifts. He felt bad for smashing your phone, and also as you put it "ruined your life". But he knows your just being dramatic, he spent two full days sleeping in one of the spare bedrooms. You didn't leave the master bedroom, only opening the door after König pleaded with you to eat something.

That's why he's currently inside a jewelry store, trying to pick out a gift that says I'm very sorry but I also don't regret doing what I did. The sales person becoming annoyed cause he can not make up his mind so decided to buy all 3, a matching set.

The second day barricaded in the room, you spent most of the time crying in your nest and enjoying the deep soaker tub. König brought you lunch, and also your new phone.

Discarding the food on the dresser you laid in the nest, setting up your phone. Waiting for the thousands of notifications to pop up.

You immediately called Kalina, you missed her voice and knew she's probably in a panic. The phone only rang once before it was picked up. "Please tell me you're alive." you heard her panicked voice on the other line.

"I'm alive." you replied back. "What the fuck is going on?" she all but screamed your name. "It's a complicated story." you tried to explain but she cut you off. "Are you safe, do you need me to call the police? Maybe the military? Who do I need to kill." she was rambling so fast you could barely make out what she was saying.

"Kalina! Hey Kalina! Calm down will you. I'm fine. I'm alright. I don't need any of that." you were finally able to but in. "I went to your apartment and you were gone, like all of it." she explained. Remembering König's actions, rubbing your eyes and pinching the bridge of your nose. "Ugh I know." you didn't know where to start. "It's been a week! A week of no call, no show, no nothing. And Mr. Wojack said you quit? What the hell is going on?" her voice getting higher and higher with each word.

"If you'd shut up I'll explain. It started that night at the club." you started. "We should have never gone." Kalina but in. "Kalina! Please!" you pleaded with her to shut up. "Sorry, sorry!" shaking your head. "Their was a guy there, an Alpha. I guess he sniffed me out, idk how the hell he knew but he followed me home. I woke up to him in my room, and..... and he marked me. That night, and I've been at his place ever since. He helped me through my heat....I think we are mated now." you explained.

The other end was finally quiet, thinking the call dropped until you heard Kalina'a deep sigh." I knew, I knew he would try. I just hoped I got you out of there fast enough." she said, you were confused? She knew? "What do you mean you knew?" you asked. "Don't you remember me pulling you out of the club? Throwing you in that cab?" she asked. It took you a while to thinking back in it, and then I made sense.

She saw him too, just like you did. "You saw him?" you whispered. "It was hard not to." her voice trailing off. You heard a knock on the door, probably König again. "Kalina I gotta go. I call you back later." you told her. Hanging up before she could protest. Leaving your phone on the charger near the bed.

Walking to the door you could see König's shadow underneath. Another knock came "Omega, please let me see you." he pleaded through the wood. If he really wanted to he could break it down, and he was tempted. Since getting a taste of your omega pussy it's all his dick and brain could think about.

"Why should I? So you can lie to me again." you were being a brat but you deserved it. In less than a week you had your home, job and life taken from you. But you also knew your situation could be much worse.

König sighed, he was going to lose his mind if you kept up this act. He had every right mind to knock this door down and make you forgive him. Even when he didn't believe he needed to be forgiven. In the law he had every right to do what he did. Once an omega is claimed she loses all her freedoms and rights. As she now belongs to her Alpha who is responsible in taking care of her. And if he's unfit of that, then the courts step in and interviene. But you were an undocumented Omega and he was a dead excommunicated Alpha.

Slamming his fist against the thick wood, he rolled his neck to try and relieve the tension that's been bothering him. "Please my love, I got you something." in König's other hand held the name brand bag of the jeweler he visited.

Unbeknownst to him, you had been scheming. Spending your time locked in this room, snooping around. Taking out his military uniform and laying it out on the bed. Also finding a few medals that where also stashed away in the closet.

"I'll let you in if you answer some of my questions." Königs ears perked up, what was this? A terrorist negotiation? But the thought of being in your presence, he didn't care. "Whatever you want Omega." his words making you laugh, of course you'll give me what I want, you thought.

König heard the door click, you unlocking the bolt that secured it close. Opening it a bit before stepping away to sit on the bed next to your findings.

König wasted no time in barging right in, about to open his mouth but closing it immediately when he saw his uniform next to you. "What is this?"he asked. His voice getting deep and low, his instincts heightening. He wasn't an animal you wanted to corner and confront but that's exactly what you did.

"That's my question. And I don't want to hear anything from you that isn't a one word answer or anything that's not the truth. You understand?" you fingers ran along the delicate stitching, tracing it slowly. König didn't like any of this.

"If you aren't going to answer me, you can just leave. And take that with you." you pointed to the bag he was holding. He sighed, setting the bag down on the dresser. Leaning against it, he was feared far and wide. The stories men told about him, yet here you are. Standing up to him, and not backing down. The Beast was proud, laughing loudly in König's head. Mocking him for not being able to control you. But that's not what he wanted, he didn't want to control you he just wanted to make you happy. And right now you were not and it was his fault.

Slowly you were wearing him down, his dick hard and throbbing in his pants. Begging and pleading with him to do whatever you wanted just so it can feel you wrapped around it again.

"I served in the Austrian Special Forces, but things came up and now I'm here." hoping his answer sated you. He crossed his arms staring at you, dragging his eyes up and down your body. "Why did you leave?" you asked. Curious about the Alpha in front of you, his aura was dark and mysterious. "It no longer served a purpose in my life. I... uh I do different work now. Similar but different. That's all you need to know." König was trying his best to answer you but to also keep you safe from his world.

You sighed "König you said you'd tell me anything I wanted." you eyed the giant Alpha in front of you. The sight of him alone making you want to heel over and crawl to him. But it was just your horny omega brain. "I am Omega, there's things you wouldn't understand. I'll do anything to keep you safe." König was growing more frustrated. Pushing himself off of the dresser and making his way to you. Getting down on his knees and placing his head in your lap.

"I'm trying to keep you safe and protected. Don't you understand." he looked up into your eyes. His eyes pleading with you, his bottom lip sticking out. "Than say your sorry." you told him. Lightly brushing your hand through his hair. You slightly started to part you thighs, revealing a silky pair of panties under the dress you were wearing.

Königs ears began to ring, his mouth becoming wet with anticipation. If he was a youngling he'd might even start foaming. The smell of your wet Omega pussy hit his nose, a low growl starting deep in his belly. He tried to push your dress up more but was received with a smack. Knocking his prying hands away, he hated when you did that.

Nobody he knew would dare raise a finger at him and since knowing you, that seemed like your favourite thing to do.

"No." you scolded him like a juvenile pup. "Not until you say you are sorry." he heard your words but his mind and eyes couldn't leave the sight of your pussy. The fabric of the silky panties hugged you lips, a small wet spot slowly forming. König knew from that moment on you were going to be the death of him.

Only if one of his men could see him, if one of the many people he's snuffed out could look upon him from hell. To see this feared Alpha on his knees, drooling at the sight of sweet omega pussy. They would laugh, they would mock him. Just like The Beast was doing now, his laughter louder than anything.

König licked his lips and closed his eyes. Taking a moment to clear his mind, too shut up The Beast and to try and not cum in his pants.

"Omega, I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry. I'll never do anything and I mean anything without your approval." he was a starved man, if you told him to walk into fire he would. "Omega I promise to serve and worship you till the end of mine time." he didn't know what else he could say.

You smiled, your eyes turning bright at the words your Alpha was saying. Your heart skipped a beat and your pussy gushed with more fluid. Pushing up your dress a little and tilting your pelvis till it was in König's face.

"I forgive you." you said. You hands tangling themselves in his hair once again. König mouth attached its self to your clothed pussy. Sucking on the wet spot, trying to ripping through the material with his teeth.

Trying once again to touch you with his hands but only stopped when you smacked them again. He really hated that. "No, just your mouth. And be a good boy and I'll let you fuck me." you told him. Spreading you legs open even more, resting you left leg over his shoulder.

Yes, you were going to kill him. But he didn't care, as long as he died by your pussy he didn't care at all.

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[lualuabestningdungie]

fri(end)s | tomorrow x together hyung line

pairing bff!txt x crush!reader; genre little angst, fluff; warnings reader wears makeup, falling in love with your best friend :(; wc 0.4K

"Let's put the end in friends."

-

Yeonjun 'And you were there my lonely nights, keeping me together'

He felt his heart drop when he hears the tone of your voice on the phone.

"Where are you? I'll be there in 10."

Yeonjun arrived to your apartment as fast as he could. He dashed up the stairs, his heart pounding in his chest as he reached your door. With trembling hands, he knocked urgently.

When you opened the door, he pulled you into a tight embrace, holding you close. He felt your soft sobs against his chest, as he rested his chin on top of your head.

Seeing his best friend and the person he fell so deeply in love with crying was the worst feeling ever. Knowing he's not that good with words, he let you cry on his arms for as long as you needed it. 'I'm here...' 'It's okay...' he rubbed your back in small circles.

He couldn't help but to think that you looked beautiful in that moment, your makeup undone from the tears, your lips swollen, and your eyes red and puffy.

"Sorry." You wiped your tears with your sleeve.

"Don't be sorry, love." He cupped your face in his hands, his gaze soft as he spoke from the heart. "You're allowed to feel whatever you're feeling, okay? And you don't have to go through it alone. I'm here for you, always."

Soobin 'I had plans for the weekend, But wound up with you instead'

Picnics with Soobin were always calm. You would lay down next to your best friend on a blanket, point out at clouds and then at stars. Today it wasn't the exception. You had just finished eating your lunch together and now you were playing UNO. Soobin seemed completely concentrated on the game until his phone started buzzing. He reached out for it and rolled his eyes when he noticed it was Beomgyu spamming his messages.

"Everything okay?" You asked looking up from your cards.

"Yeah, just some messages from work."

You kept playing for a few minutes unti his phone started ringing.

"I have to take this, I'll be back." Soobin got up from the blanket and walked a few meters away. "What?" He answered Beomgyu's call.

"You told me we were playing today, where the hell are you?" Beomgyu's angry voice came from the phone.

"I'm busy right now..." Soobin said looking back at you. He looked at how pretty you looked when the sun reflected in your face, how your hair moved with the soft breeze of air, everything about you was completely beautiful.

"...Are you even listening?" Beomgyu spoke again.

"Y-yeah sorry." Soobin replied and looked away from you.

"I know you're with yn. I swear, if you don't tell her about your feelings today, I will never play games with you again." And he hung up.

Maybe he should tell you today.

Beomgyu 'Friends are not supposed to get too close and feel emotions that we're feeling now, now, now'

Beomgyu felt nervous around you. This wasn’t normal of him, he wasn’t like that. Maybe it was the fact that you two were laying down on your bed having your weekly movie night. You were close. Closer than normal. Your head was resting on his shoulder and he tried to play it cool by wrapping his arm around your shoulders, which only made you move closer to each other.

The movie ended and neither of you moved. He stole a glance at you, his heart skipping a beat as he caught your gaze.

Gathering all the courage he could muster, Beomgyu gently lifted his hand to brush a stray lock of hair from your face, his touch lingering against your cheek. “YN,” he whispered softly, his voice barely above a breath. “Is it… okay to feel this way?”

A blush covered your cheeks. “Feel how?” You whispered.

“Feel like I want to kiss you…” He replied. Your heart fluttered at his words and you nodded.

“It’s alright. I feel like that too…”

You reached out, your fingers intertwining with his. In that moment, Beomgyu leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a gentle kiss.

-

Lua’s note: it was really cute to write this. Reblogs and likes are appreciated <3

[pandora-writes-one-piece]

The Meet Cute - Ace's Story - 3

Source for pic

Firestarter 3

Word Count: 4300

Tags For The Whole Story: Fem!Reader, slight NSFW (It's mature, not explicit), slightly sugestive behaviour, flirting, jealousy, frenemies, sexual tension, miscommunication, unresolved tension, slight angst, slow-burn, romantic comedy vibes, alternate universe modern setting, swearing, drinking, fluff, feelings realisation, denial of feelings.

Special Warning: English is not my first language, I apologise for any possible spelling or grammar mistakes.

Summary: After moving away from the hustle and bustle of Grand Line City to help your father around the property following a horse-riding accident - and in the hopes of healing your broken heart after your asshole ex-fiancé cheated - you settle into the country calmness of the Calm Belt. You intended to have some alone time, to reflect and heal, but your childhood friend's older brother, Ace, seems to be there just to upset that fragile peace you're striving for. He's a flirt and a womaniser. But why does he also have to be so handsome and perfect? And how long can you resist his charms?

Notes: Are you guys liking the story so far? I'm almost done writting it. It will be around 10 chapters, maybe 11. If you wish to be added to a tag list, say so! Thank you!

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“How was the run, bug?”

“Fine.” Grumbling, you drink a large glass of water and start biting down on an apple. “What do we need to do, today?”

Shanks sees your foul mood and deftly avoids it, enumerating all the menial tasks that need to be done. Not only on the property, but also in the house. 

“Okay, I'll take the inside of the house, you get started outside. Fair?”

Shanks nods as he reaches for his straw hat. 

“At lunch we'll discuss your surgery. I've given you enough time.” Your voice is stern and you almost sound like your mother. Shaking that thought away, you grab your supplies and get started. Cleaning the house has always allowed you time to think, and you're in desperate need of that. 

The bathrooms aren't that dirty since it's really only the two of you in the house and, surprisingly, Shanks is pretty clean. So, as you scrub the shower, you start to think about Ace. He's the epitome of the boy next door. With all the repercussions of it and all the girls that come with him as well. And despite your mind telling you constantly that you should not be with him, you can't help your body from desiring him. 

You even consider giving in to temptation and getting with him, just for fun, so you can finally get him out of your head. But that's just stupid. And counterproductive. So you scrap that thought. 

But you still revisit that ‘friends’ idea. You have fun with him and you could use some fun in your life. You just need to stop thinking about him carnally. How hard can that be, really? 

Just on cue, your phone buzzes and, after finishing the shower, you remove your gloves to read it. 

Dinner? Friends have dinner together. You both need to eat. But you have to make sure that it's nothing romantic. He needs to understand that. Or that you're not just one of his usual girls. He needs to understand that as well. Yet you seem to be taking a while to answer, so he adds another thought. 

You exchange a few more texts to get the hour and arrange to meet him since he's going to be there sometime in the afternoon. What should you wear? Well it's just a friendly hang. You don't need to wear anything special. 

Maybe you should call Nami… but that is a double-edged sword. Do you want to involve Nami in this? You know she'll be all up in your business with incessant questions and… Groaning you dial Nami's number and set it on speaker as you use your nerves to tackle the toilet. 

“Hi, girl!

“Hey, Nami, you busy?”

“Nope. It’s actually my day off, and Vivi managed to escape her City Hall duties earlier than expected, so we’re hanging.” You smile into the toilet. You had met Vivi over online calls but you had yet to meet the real thing. She is Nami's girlfriend and an angel for putting up with her fiery attitude. 

“Send her my love. Can you help me?”

“What is it, sweetheart? 

You sigh, but ultimately decide to treat this as if it was a band aid. Just rip it and scream after. 

“Well, Ace invited me to hang with him at the firehouse so he doesn't spend his shift alone. Pizza and movies.” You ignore the high pitch squeal on the other side and are already regretting all of the life-choices that led to this moment, but you continue. “It's a ‘friends’ thing!” You emphasise. “I just need to know if you have any tips on what I should wear? For a friendly hang!” You need to reinforce that notion. 

All credit where credit is due. Nami doesn't squeal anymore on the phone, though she can't quite disguise the amusement in her voice. 

“Honey, can I come over after lunch? We can choose together.”

“Oh, no, no. I can't intrude on your time with Vivi!”

Nami giggles on the other side. “I'll bring her along! And some of my clothes too… Talk later, hun!”

Crap, you shouldn't have called Nami. She's going to bring the skimpiest clothes ever. 

-*-

“That's too much, Nami!” You whine and kick the high heels away from you. “It's a friendly thing! I'm wearing sneakers! Help me out, Vivi.”

The blue-haired girl giggles and shows Nami an apologetic smile. “She wins, Nami. Simple is better in this case.”

“Fine!” Nami concedes with a pout and you sigh exasperatedly. You're tired of trying on clothes and you still need to take a bath. “But you're not passing out in thigh-high socks or shorts!” She squeaks. “I know that showing your thighs like that will drive him crazy.”

You roll your eyes at her as you set aside the chosen outfit. It's not that bad. You won, it's simple, yet cute. “I don't want to drive him crazy.”

“Sure, honey. And I don't want to earn money.” 

“Unrelated.” You bite back. 

“Still, both are untrue.” She winks as she gathers the skimpy outfits she brought while muttering that she'd make you wear them on another occasion. “What about your hair? We could-...”

“No, no! It's fine! I got it from here, Nami. Thank you so much for your help. Vivi, thank you for coming, your help was precious in handling Nami.”

She giggles and agrees. Both girls tell you to have fun tonight and Nami begs for a text with an update when you get home. Even if it's in the morning, and she double winks when you remain stoic at her joke. Before your bath, you go downstairs to accompany them and have a quick word with Shanks, who avoided surgery conversation at lunch like a professional. 

You wave the girls goodbye and then saunter to the living room, where your father is watching some sports game on TV and scowl while clearing your throat. 

“Oh, bug! The girls left? I thought you were going out for dinner?”

You blush slightly. “I am, just not with them.”

He mutes the TV to look at you with a raised brow. “Want to tell me who you're going with?” He raises his hand in the air. “Only if you want, baby, I know you're an adult now.”

“It’s just a friendly dinner. Ace wants to show me the firestation and we’re going to eat some pizza and watch some movies.” You seem to be finding it quite hard to hold your father’s stare.

“Ace?” His brows knit together but he nods. “Okay, be careful.”

Your head cocks to the side instinctively. “With what?”

“Just… it’s a dad thing, okay? Be careful!” He gets flustered and unmutes the TV but you’re still not done, so you position yourself in front of the screen on purpose. 

“The surgery, dad.”

Closing his eyes, Shanks sighs and turns off the TV. “Okay, let’s talk.”

-*-

You’re blow drying your hair after a quick shower while humming to a song. The talk with your father went as well as expected. He refused the surgery and you probed him so hard with questions that you finally understood he is simply afraid of becoming even more impaired than he already is.

You assured him that everything would be alright and that the condition his back is in is going to leave him impaired anyway and, after some coaxing and perhaps a slight hint of coercion, you managed to convince him to schedule a time with Dr. Law so he can give you both a step-by-step of the surgery, to assuage any fears you have remaining. 

You stare at the time and curse. You have about ten minutes to get ready and leave the house before you’re officially late. Finishing your hair, you apply very light makeup and then proceed to dress in the outfit that gave you a headache during the afternoon: jean shorts, thigh-high black socks, and a fitted black t-shirt with the most appropriate lettering for the occasion - ‘Firestarter’. You had almost doubled over laughing when you came across that shirt from your collection. You finish the look with your black and white sneakers and some bracelets. 

One last look in the mirror makes you shrug your arms and sigh. “It’s a friend’s thing. Stop overthinking it!” You growl to yourself and leave with a hasty step.

“Bye, dad, see you later!” You hear him rushing to the door of the living room and stare at you, his arm under his chest as if he was crossing it with his missing arm. You blush and add. “There’s lunch leftovers in the fridge if you want. Bye.”

“Bug.” You stop with the door open and turn back with a soft smile. “You look great.”

“Thanks, dad!” Your smile widens and you step out. “I really have to go, love you!”

You hear a soft ‘love you too’ before you close the door behind you. 

Luckily, your car - that’s now fixed thanks to Kid - doesn’t give you any trouble starting and you arrive at the fire station at the aforementioned time. Parking the car and taking a deep breath, you walk to the door and knock softly, phone already in hand in case he doesn’t hear you since the firestation is huge! It has three rolling garage doors for when the trucks need to exit and it looks old, its red bricks faded by the sun.

He must’ve been standing right on the other side of the door because it swings back and you are greeted by a smiling Ace.

“Hello, gorgeous.”

His smile falters as he sees you and you notice his eyes lingering on your exposed thighs. Nami was right. You want to giggle, but you remain composed. 

“Hi Ace.” Your eyes also linger on his muscular chest. You're used to seeing him without a t-shirt so you’re not quite sure why that black, fitted shirt makes him even hotter. 

“Wow.” He mutters. “You look… damn! Firestarter, indeed.” He chuckles nervously and you raise an eyebrow. Has the player run out of moves?

“Thanks.” You stand at the doorway awkwardly while he’s still hung up on how you look. It’s quite flattering, actually, and you are glad you took Nami’s advice. “Should we get inside?”

He gasps and moves away from the threshold. “Yes! Come in! I’ve already ordered the pizza, Deuce should be here any second now.” You nod and get inside while looking around. You enter some sort of reception area, so he leads you inside.

“This is the day room.” It’s a larger room with a big table, some chairs, a TV and a grey loveseat. “We’ll be watching a movie here.” He smirks as the doorbell rings. There’s a doorbell? You missed it. “Oh, it’s Deuce, I’ll be right back!”

“Wait, Ace! Let me give you some money for the pizza.”

“Are you kidding me?” He snorts. “No way.” Then he dashes through the reception room to get the pizza. You hear some sort of discussion but you can’t make out the words. You’re curious, but you don’t mean to pry since Ace acted as if he knew the pizza guy, so you entertain yourself by watching a case with old photos and trophies. 

Until you hear a hushed, ‘no, Deuce! Oh, come on!’ and a rustle of feet approaching. You turn to the door to be met with a grinning tall man with blue spiky hair and carrying two boxes of large pizza.

He chuckles and settles the pizza on the table, his eyes never leaving you. “Hi.” His grin widens and Ace enters the room with a scowl. 

“This is my idiot friend from school, Deuce. Deuce, this is…” He stammers and you take over.

“The idiot brother’s friend from school.” You tell him your name and extend your hand to shake it, but he smiles, takes your hand and places a kiss on the back, making you blush from the surprise.

“Delighted to meet you. You’re gorgeous.”

“Alright, okay, that’s enough. Bye, Deuce! Don’t you have more pizzas to deliver?” Ace grabs Deuce by the collar of his t-shirt and pulls him, making him let go of your hand.

“If you get tired of Ace, I’m great fun!” He replies, making you chuckle as Ace pulls him even harder. He’s halfway through the reception when you hear him exclaim: “You were right, Ace, this one is something!”

“Shut up, idiot!” 

The smile vanishes from your face as you stare at your reflection in the trophy case. ‘This one’ he had said. As if it’s a regular thing for Ace to bring girls to the firestation. Cute girls, apparently. Girls he actually wants to kiss. 

You sigh and shake your head as you hear his footsteps approach. No matter. You were only here for a movie and pizza. Nothing else. 

“Sorry about him. Deuce is a good friend but he’s a dick sometimes.”

You smile as Ace grabs some paper plates from one of the drawers and opens one of the pizza boxes. “Soda or beer?” 

“Soda’s fine.” You answer as he takes out two cans from the fridge. “What do you want to watch?”

Ace insists on watching a horror movie, thinking it might scare you, but turns out he’s the one doing most of the jumping. You eat three slices of pizza and Ace finishes the rest of the boxes. The man sure can eat.

Ace sits on the floor to eat the pizza, but as soon as you are both done, he climbs to the sofa, stretching as he does it to make it seem like his back hurts. You lean down, intent on removing your sneakers so you can get more comfortable on the couch when he gasps.

“What the hell is that on your arm?” He points and you eye him with a raised brow.

“What do you mean?”

“There!” He points again at your left forearm where there’s a big purplish bruise and you smile at him.

“Oh, this! It was from the other day. When I was almost hit by a car. It barely hurts.” You wave your hand dismissively but he grabs your arm to examine it closer and you clench your jaw. Why are his hands so hot?

“I did this?” He murmurs while his index finger ghosts over the bruise, creating a little trail of goosebumps.

“Well, yes, but, technically, you saved me so-...”

“I’m sorry.” He looks really apologetic, his eyes never leaving your bruised arm. The loveseat is pretty small so he’s really close to you and you can almost feel heat coming off of him. It’s not just his hand that is warm, it’s all of him. How is that possible?

“Ace, it’s okay. Really.”

He removes his eyes from the bruise and raises them to meet yours. You could close the distance between both of you with a mere blink, such is his proximity. His hands are still reaching and holding your arm, so he’s already leaning all over you and, once again, you feel some sort of magnetic pull. Some animalistic desire that makes you want to kiss him.

Your eyes dart down to his lips inadvertently, and your breathing accelerates. 

Friends, friends, friends!

Your mind keeps screaming at you, but his smell is inebriating and you want to drown in it. You want to drown in him. 

You’re just another girl. You’re just another girl.

He’s close, so close. 

The horror movie on TV unleashes a jump scare with a loud sound and this time, for the first time during the whole movie, you jump and get up abruptly. “Bathroom. I need to use the bathroom.”

Ace takes a deep breath and scratches the back of his neck. “It’s that door over there.” He points and you nod. You don’t really need to use the bathroom. But you needed to get out of his hold. Quickly. 

-*-

The mood returns to relaxed and normal when you return. You sit on the couch, having removed your sneakers, and sit with both legs bent to the side. Ace seems to find the seat small, so he stretches an arm over the back, behind you. 

The oldest trick ever. 

“So how come you still live with Mr. Garp?” You need to cut this sexual/romantic tension so, what better way to do it then by creating tension with his existing family member. 

You sense the change in his demeanour but his eyes never leave the screen. “It… just never happened.”

“Luffy and Sabo left. Is your grandpa ill?”

“No.” You sense his discomfort with the situation so you don't probe anymore. If he wants, he'll tell you about it. Which he does, after a moment. 

“I screw up a lot.” You turn to him. The seriousness in his tone conveys his real feelings and you hang on every word he's willing to give you. “I always have. I never had perfect grades, I just got by. I didn't go to college and I never joined the Marines like grandpa wanted.” He sighs and his gaze remains fixed on the TV though the ending credits have just started rolling. “I don't have any goals, I can't keep a steady relationship and, even if it looks like it, I don't have my life together. Grandpa doesn't believe I'm capable of great things. And it's true.”

Your eyes bore into his, but he doesn't turn to you. Swallowing a hard lump on your throat, you nod slowly. This man doesn't let his life move forward because he doesn't believe he is worthy of it. Garp had other plans for his grandson's life and, apparently, laid his frustrations upon Ace. Who now cannot escape this life on his own. 

“But you are capable of great things, Ace.”

He scoffs. “How do you know? I've changed! And even so, we hardly even talked before you left.” He doesn't mean to be hurtful, but it's true. 

“You're right. But here's how I remember you: A caring big brother who watched over Luffy when they got home from school and made sure he ate plenty of fruit with his snacks; A protective big brother, who caught Luffy with a broken lip and didn't rest until he found the bully and forced him to apologise; And even if it went against your aloof and bad boy persona, a loving brother who knew how to comfort and show love to a boy who needed it.”

His eyes finally turn to you. They're downcast, but you're sure he absorbed everything you said. Perhaps it is the beginning of a healing process for him. You can only hope so. 

“Thanks. I… I needed that.” He still seems lost, so you hold his hand and entwine your fingers with his, giving him some slight pats on the back of the hand. 

“Anytime you think you're not good enough or not capable… think of me, okay?” You grin and wink at him. 

Finally there's a hint of a smile on his face and that manages to warm you up. It felt nice to speak with him without him trying to escape the conversation with funny remarks. 

His thumb starts to trace gentle patterns on your hand. “I'm already thinking about you all day, what's the difference?” You want to believe him. His smile is genuine and you can almost perceive a small embarrassed look. But you can't really believe in him. The notches under his belt are too heavy to ignore. 

“I'm sure that works with all the girls.” You scoff and point your head at the TV. “Movie's over. Can you show me around?” You let go of his hand and lean down to put on your sneakers. 

“Yeah.” He replies dryly. 

-*-

He's shown you the locker rooms, the comms room, the small bedroom with two bunk beds, for when they spend the night, and now you're both standing in front of the pole. 

“Wanna do it?” He grins. “We need to get down so I can show you the truck. It's pretty cool…” He tempts you. 

“I don't know…” You eye the thing suspiciously. Technically, it's not hard. It's just sliding down. 

“I'll go first and I'll catch you if anything happens.” He assures you but you're still weary. “As much as I would love to catch you, I doubt you'll need it. You're so brave, courageous, strong-...”

“Eugh, stop that! Fine. I'll do it.” You giggle excitedly and he claps before grabbing the pole with both hands. 

“It's not rocket science. You grab, and you go down.” His voice descends as he slides down and you chuckle. Your nerves are getting the best of you. 

“Okay, okay, I got this.” You grab the pole with both hands. “Grab, and go down.” You do a little jump and squeal as you slide down. Ace is there to catch you but he was right, you don't need it. Though he still places his hands on your hips, just in case. 

“You're a natural.” His breath kisses your eyelids as you look up to meet his gaze. 

Magnets. 

But you need to reverse the polarisation. You need to be repelling, not attracting. 

“Thanks.” You whisper back. 

Reverse the poles. 

You walk away from him and act amazed at the huge space the trucks are in. It's a garage with firefighting equipment and two trucks and an ambulance. “It's huge!”

“Yeah I get that reaction a lot.” He chuckles and you can't avoid a snort. 

“You're quite cocksure.” 

“I sure am!” He keeps grinning and you laugh out loud. “Come inside.” Opening the door to one of the trucks, he, once again, sets his hands on your hips to help you up. Does he have a thing for hips? Because it sure seems like now you do! Everytime his strong hands grip you, you shudder and gasp at the feeling. It leaves you wanting more. How would his bare hands feel against your bare hips? 

Friends, damnit! Friends! 

Right. The truck! “So many buttons.”

He sits down in the driver seat and leans back. “Want to play the siren? It's quite fun!”

You look at him with half a smile, fairly tempted. “No, we shouldn't. We might give a heart attack to some senior citizens.” You grin. 

He still shows you where the button for the siren is and what the other buttons do. But after a moment in companionable silence, it's his turn to ask you a difficult question. 

“Why did you want to get married so young?”

It takes you by surprise as your face whips towards him, holding his gaze. He's serious again. “I… don't know, exactly…”

It's your turn to focus your eyes somewhere else and you choose your hands as you fidget with them. 

“It seemed like it was the right thing to do. My mom married my dad after high school. So when Ichiji proposed, I thought I should do the same.” You snort. “Look how well that worked out. To my parents and to me!”

Ace rests his head against the headrest and crosses his arms behind it, making his taut muscles bend and flex and you regret having looked, so you return your stare to your hands. Your innocent hands. 

Ace is very sinful. 

“I think it did. Both ways, actually.”

“What?”

He turns his head your way, slightly. “Clearly your parents weren't made for each other. I remember hearing them fight all the way to my house.” You can't help but agree with that. Both your parents were a lot happier and more civil with one another, actually, once they separated. “And your ex, clearly, was not meant for you. I mean… It takes a special kind of dumbass to cheat on someone like you…”

You fight against your better instincts. You should know better than to be swayed by his words. He's a player. He's got moves. He's got the right words. 

And they freaking work. 

Because you are a mess right now. Your heart keeps fluttering against your chest with all the sweet things he's saying and you've been rubbing your thighs together since he grabbed you by the hips when you descended the pole. 

Clearly you want him. You want him so badly. 

But you can't! Because you were never a girl for casual relationships and Ace doesn't do serious! He said so himself. So you sigh, do a little more rubbing and try to focus on grounding yourself. 

Off-limits. Off-limits. 

“Thank you for tonight, Ace. It was fun. I should get going.” You move so you can leave but he sets his hand on your forearm. 

“Are you leaving already? Did I do anything wrong?” Your stomach tightens and your chest aches. 

“No, Ace. You did everything right.” Leaning in, you give him a quick peck on his face. Then you turn and jump out of the truck. “I just have to go. I need to help dad, tomorrow. It's late, I'm tired.”

And you need to get away from him. 

He nods with a silly little smile on his lips. Your kiss helped make him realise he did nothing wrong. 

“Okay, sure. I'll walk you out.”

And after you gather your things from the day room, he walks you to the front door and into your car. You keep thinking that a goodnight kiss would be very nice. But you already gave him a very innocent kiss on the cheek and that should be enough. 

It's not. 

So you say another goodbye and enter the car. Your heart feels both heavy and light. It's a weird dichotomy that leaves you wanting more. Ace is fun and easy. But he's not boyfriend material. 

And you seem to have started to develop feelings for him. 

And that is not okay.

[silverynight]

Bond

Mina watches with a knowing grin on her face as Bakugo grabs both of Midoriya's legs and puts them right on his lap, the green bean doesn't even flinch, doesn't even stop talking with Uraraka, Iida and Todoroki, because he's very much used to it at this point.

The funny thing is that they're not dating, they're just really good "friends" now or that's what the green cinnamon roll of class A thinks, because Bakugo is making it obvious at this point.

Both friend groups have started to have breakfast and lunch together because Blasty can't physically stay away from Midoriya.

"They're at it again!" Kaminari complains next to her to which Mina responds with a chuckle, it honestly doesn't bother her because it's not that bad... They are not officially dating yet...

Bakugo is listening to Midoriya, but he's stroking the boy's legs at the same time, at some point one of his hands ends up on one of Midoriya's thick thighs and it stays there.

It's fascinating how their relationship changed and how content and less feral and grumpy Bakugo looks now; even if he didn't know, he had been longing for this type of closeness with Midoriya for the most part of his life.

"I'd like to start training with you, Midoriya," Todoroki says then. "You're really good at sparring without using your quirk so I'd like to try that too!"

Immediately, as Mina had predicted, the grip on Midoriya's thigh tightens significantly.

"No," Bakugo growls and all of his friends roll their eyes at the same time.

"Come on, Kacchan!" Midoriya strokes his cheek, Mina has noticed that he does that whenever he wants to calm Blasty down and it works like a charm every single time. "I've been training with you the whole week! It's Todoroki's turn."

"Tch! Fine! But I'll be there too!"

"Of course, Kacchan!"

They sleep in the same room now, everyone knows it, but none of them hasn't said a thing about it. Blasty doesn't even pretend, whenever it's time to sleep (which is nine pm because he's a grampa) he puts Midoriya over his shoulder like the boy it's just a sack of green potatoes and carries him towards his dorm room.

They have a strange bond, but it's cute. Although, Mina has started to worry about Bakugo; if he doesn't tell Midoriya what he feels for him, the green bean could end up with someone else and that would break Blasty's heart.

"I think you should let them figure it out," Kirishima begs her at some point, he looks concerned, but he always does whenever Mina tells him about one of her amazing plans.

"We don't want Bakugo to die alone, right?"

"Of course not, but I think Bakubro can handle–"

"Nonsense! He's been wrapped around our Midoriya 24/7 and the green bean hasn't figured out what's going on. They clearly need help!"

Kirishima and Kaminari try to stop her several times, Sero follows them because he's curious but doesn't say anything against it. Well, Mina understands why the other two are slightly nervous, she hasn't even told them her plan yet, but it's quite simple actually.

They find them in the common room, just spending time together, Midoriya is reading something while Bakugo scrolls down his phone with the bean on his lap.

"Hey, Midoriya!" Mina calls, prompting the boy to smile at her and Bakugo to growl. "Blasty is in love with you!"

"What did you do?" Kaminari complains as Sero starts laughing maybe because the expressions on Bakugo and Midoriya's faces.

Kirishima carries Mina out of the room, rushing outside, afraid of Bakugo's wrath, but he doesn't follow them as Mina thought...

Great, it means they are finally having a proper conversation.

***

The next time they see them it looks like Bakugo wants to eat Midoriya's face and the other isn't complaining at all.

"They're worse now!" Kaminari groans. "This is your fault, Ashido! Take it back!"

"Deal with it!" She chuckles after taking a pic or two. She's actually really proud of it, mostly because Bakugo himself found her talking with the other girls the other day and thanked her in front of them.

"Get a room!" Kaminari says, watching as Bakugo pulls Midoriya even closer while flipping the boy with yellow hair off.

At least Midoriya is polite enough to stop; he ignores the way Bakugo pouts and pushes him away, face completely red.

"I'm sorry!" He apologizes, flustered. "It won't happen again!"

"Let's go to my room then, Izuku..."

"Not now, Kacchan!" He says, blushing even more. And that's when Mina and the others notice he's actually covered in love bites.

Those two are going to be insufferable as a couple, but Mina doesn't regret it.

***

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[floralcyanide]

ᴡᴀʟᴋ ᴏɴ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴏʀ ᴅʀᴏᴡɴ ɪɪ — ᴄᴀʟʟᴜᴍ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇʀ

callum turner x reader

One of Callum's group members pulls a stunt that puts their life at risk, and you must calm Callum down.

✣ warnings: allergic reaction, smoking, mentions and use of needle

✣ word count: 0.6k

✣ author’s note: here's another part of the camp counselor au! it's a little short but I think I'll be writing more short fics for this au.

masterlist | divider credit: @cafekitsune

this fic has been cross posted to ao3.

ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

Boys will be boys. This means tween boys will dare each other to do things, even if it’s dangerous. A peanut allergy isn’t exempt from dares, unfortunately. Callum learns this quickly and harshly when one of the boys in his group consumes a peanut butter cup despite his life-threatening allergy to peanuts. He was dared by another boy in the group named Dallon to eat it, and Cole, who was the one allergic, wasn’t going to pass up a dare from Dallon. Cole didn’t want to be a wimp, so he ate it. Immediately, his throat begins to feel funny, and his tongue sits heavy in his mouth. Dallon starts to panic when Cole’s face turns red due to a lack of oxygen. Dallon bolts to where Callum is standing and talking to you in the mess hall.

“Uhh, Mister Callum?” Dallon wrings his hands nervously.

“Yes, Dallon?” Callum kneels down in front of the kid.

“Cole needs help.”

Callum looks over to where some kids are starting to gather around Cole, who is now struggling to breathe. Panic surges through Callum, and the both of you hurry over to the boy.

“Are you okay? What happened?” Callum asks Cole, and the boy weakly points to the candy wrapper.

“He’s allergic,” you say, eyes widening in realization, “Do you have an EpiPen?”

Cole nods, pointing to his backpack on the floor. Callum is rubbing Cole’s back to keep him as calm as possible, trying to keep himself calm as well. You rummage through the bag and find the pen. Luckily, knowing first aid was required to be a counselor, so you know how to use an EpiPen.

“Okay, Cole. You’re gonna feel a pinch in your leg,” you warn, uncapping the EpiPen and then injecting the needle into the boy’s thigh.

“Cal, go get the head counselor. Cole’s gonna have to go to the hospital, I’m afraid,” you grimace, “He could still go into shock.”

Callum nods and jogs out of the mess hall to call the head counselor over the walkie-talkie. He’s an absolute wreck. Watching a kid struggling to breathe was not on his to-do list today. Especially one of the boys in his group, for whom he is responsible. Callum wipes his sweaty forehead as you join him outside as the head counselor arrives and escorts Cole to the nursing cabin. Just as you are about to say something, Dallon walks up to you and Callum.

“It’s my fault, I dared him to eat it,” he frowns, “I didn’t think allergies were that serious.”

“It’s alright, Dallon,” Callum sighs, “But now you know what happens with allergies and not to do it again, right?”

“Right,” Dallon nods, “Am I in trouble, Mister Callum?”

“I think something like this is up to the head counselor, bud. But I don’t think you’ll go home just yet if it was an accident.”

The kids are given an extended lunch and are granted permission to go and play in the field by the lake until the head counselor figures things out. Cole is alert and breathing fine when paramedics arrive. You and Callum are hiding behind a nearby cabin as Callum sucks down a cigarette.

“He could’ve died,” Callum shakes his head, “And it’s because I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Even if you were, boys are gonna do boy stuff. You should know this,” you nudge him in the side, “When you’re that age, you’ll do anything you’re dared to. Cole may know how bad his reactions get and can tolerate them. Or maybe this was the first time he had a reaction to nuts. Either way, he handled it like a champ, and you were there to comfort him. You did great.”

“If anything, you did all the saving,” Callum snorts, “I would’ve chickened out trying to stab a kid with a needle.”

“Yeah, it’s scary, but at that moment, all that matters is helping the kid.”

“True,” Callum says, putting out his cigarette.

You kiss his cheek, “Let’s go before we get caught, or worse, someone gets hurt again today.”

[idkwhattoputhereidontknow]

Child!Yuu in Twisted Wonderland!

Here is a little link if you want to know a little more about this Yuu. https://www.tumblr.com/Little Yuu ideas! \^o^/ This is just how I think it would go when my Child!Yuu enters Twisted Wonderland!

"Yuu?"

"YUU?!"

A familiar voice snapped Yuu out of their thoughts. "Yeah?" Yuu says, lifting their head to make eye contact with the owner of the voice, Yuu's close friend, Ava, "Ya gonna eat that?" Ava is pointing at the roll on Yuu's lunch tray, "Cause if you're not, I want it."

"Oh....I'm not. Here you go." Yuu says passing the roll to Ava, only for her to turn back to they're other friends at the lunch table, ignoring Yuu once again...This was the routine that happened every day since Yuu and her friends started middle school. They wouldn't talk to Yuu unless they wanted something then once they got it, they would completely ignore Yuu like they were a ghost. No matter how many times Yuu would try to speak they would just get ignored over and over again...I can't really blame them it's not like we're in the same classes anyway, so it's probably just a bit awkward trying to talk to me. Is what Yuu would tell themselves after the cycle repeated itself.

Maybe I need a breather...? Yeah, I should go wash my face or something like that. And with that thought, Yuu excused themselves from the lunch table to use the restroom. "I'll be right back guys." As Yuu got up from the table not a single one of their so-called friends responded, they didn't even give Yuu a glance or a nod, just silence. Almost like Yuu didn't even exist in their world.

Yuu took one of the bathroom passes off an empty table and retreated to the restroom. Much to Yuu's relief, no one was in there. It was just them, all alone. They stood in front of a mirror and a sink, looking at their reflection before they splash their face with some icy cold water. Even with the freezing water against their face it still felt uncomfortably hot...Geez, Yuu. Ava just asked for some bread that you knew you weren't going to eat, so why are you so upset? Yuu couldn't quite understand why they were feeling so...yucky. The nasty warm face that they only got when they were having anxiety, not to mention the empty pit they felt in their stomach. Maybe it was from the fact that they haven't really eaten anything today or maybe it was also from this uncalled-for unease.

Well, whatever it was, Yuu knows they can't stay in the bathroom for too long or the teachers will come to check on them, and they can't have that, now can they? I guess it's time to head back. Once Yuu dries their face off with the top of their shirt, they turn to head out of the restroom.... Why is my vision so blurry? Everything Yuu sees starts to contort and blur into each other. Yuu also starts to sway from side to side slightly in a zombie like mannerism.... Ouch my head! What's happening..? Before Yuu had the chance to balance themselves everything went black........

.

.

.

.

Once Yuu opened their eyes all they could see is black...? Huh?! Did I go blind!? No, no, don't be overdramatic, Yuu. I'm sure you'll be fine. Once Yuu attempts to calm down at this weird situation, they slowly move their hands in front of them to get a feel of their surroundings. Their hands press against a wood like wall that feels cold to the touch causing Yuu to wince back. Seriously, where am I? Before Yuu could think another thought-

BANG

BANG

The sudden banging quickly made Yuu back up into the corner of this cramped place. What the hell was that?! As Yuu thought, there was another voice that was coming from outside the box Yuu is trapped in. "I better hurry up and find that uniform before someone spots me... Urgggh... This lid weighs a ton! Try this on for a size! Mya-ha!" As soon as the voice finished speaking, blue flames engulfed the area around Yuu!

"AHHHH!!!" Yuu quickly shut their eyes tight and covered their face with their arms, "What?! You ain't supposed to be awake!" The voice says in a surprised voice. Since Yuu didn't feel any fire burn them, they slowly pecked their eyes open, still keeping their arms over their face. Yuu could now see the surrounding area outside the box. There were floating coffins running along the sides of the room with a large black mirror hovering over the floor in the middle of the room. Although, the thing that immediately caught Yuu's attention was a small grey cat standing on its hind legs in front of Yuu. The cat also had blue flames just like the ones before coming out of its ears with a pitchfork tail! Why does this seem so familiar...? Yuu glances around the bizarre room once more before it finally settles in.

"Am I in Twisted Wonderland..?"

Hope you enjoyed this little fanfic or whatever I just made is called. I don't know if I'm the best at writing, but I at least tried, right? Oh, and I'm going to start working on those requests I asked you guys for now. ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

[thomashewittmybeloved]

Jealous of a jock

pairing: Ted Logan x reader

summary : You've been friends with Ted and Bill for years now, being an inseparable trio. But Ethan, a jock from your class, desperately needs your help to study for an upcoming History exam. Ted doesn't really like this new friendship and tries his best to make you understand how he feels about it.

Warnings : obv jealousy and a kinda possessive Ted but other than that, it's pretty light! just like every fanfic writer ever, English isn't my first language so keep that in mind while reading!

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I took a deep breath as I walked into the library, trying to calm my nerves. Today was another tutoring session with Ethan, one of the jock's from school. I had been helping him with his history homework for the past few weeks, and despite our very different social circles, we had become quite good friends. We started talking when our History teacher put us together for an oral presentation about the Roman Empire, about how it was founded. When we started working on it, Ethan immediately noticed how much of an History nerd I am, which at first, I was kind of scared of, since he's a stereotypical jock that could make fun of me for knowing so much about "old dudes in dresses".

But, to my suprise, he was more impressed than anything and quite friendly. We clicked the moment I noticed how much he tried to help, even if he didn't understand anything. Our presentation was a success; 18/20, that's when he asked to be his tutor. My friendship with Ethan became quite good, I grew more and more attached to him, which seemed to be causing some problems with Ted, problems that I didn't get why even started.

He just grew more distant and cold towards me, while Bill stayed the same so it really is personal. So his new attitude explains why, right now, it's so awkward between us. I told him I couldn't eat with him and Bill because I promised to help Ethan during lunch, which ended in Ted insisting to, at least, make the walk to the library with me. Of course I said yes, I missed hanging out with him too, but maybe I would have said no if I knew how silent he would be....

As Ted and I continued walking down the stairs, I noticed him staring at me with a look of concern so, I took this opportunity to break the uncomfortable silence. "What's wrong, Ted?" I asked, trying to figure out what was going on. "You've been quiet all the way. Which, coming from you, is really concerning."

"Y/N, I don't like you hanging out with Ethan all the time." Ted blurred out, looking down.

"What? Why not?" I asked, surprised by his sudden change in behavior. Where is this coming from?

"He's a jock, dude."

"Oh." I said, understanding. "Ted, you really don't have to worry about this, he's actually really nice ! Nicer than I would've thought too." I smiled at Ted, to no avail; he still refused to look back at me.

"You're supposed to be hanging out with us, not him...We're your friends," He mumbled, his tone turning accusatory.

"I know you guys are my friends, Ethan just needs my help. He's failing History class and I'm the only one who can help him." I explained, hoping that he would understand. "Also, I'm allowed to have other friends. You're not the only guys I can help with History, you know."

"You're spending all your time with him! We don't get to hang out anymore !" Ted protested. "We also need your help dude for, like, History stuff..." He rubbed the back of his neck, walking farther away from me.

"I'm sorry, Ted, but I have to help him. I promise I'll make time for us too !" I assured him, hoping to ease his worries but by the look on his face, none of what I was saying was comforting him.

"Fine..." Ted sighed, his frustration evident. "Just make sure you don't forget about us. We miss hanging out with you dudette."

"I won't forget about you, Ted. You're both my best friends !" I said, giving him a reassuring smile while gently rubbing his arm up and down. "You're also too loud to forget."

He laughs, making my cheek redden slightly. Finally, here's the Ted I know ! He stops suddenly once we arrive in front of the library.

I look up at him with a shy smile. "I should go." I say, quieter than intended.

He simply waves at me before turning around, walking away, way too quickly. As I watch him go, I feel something tug at my heart, some sort of longing. I sigh, going in, ready to help Ethan.

As the days went by, I noticed that Ted was becoming more and more distant. He would barely talk to me and when he did, it was always about how much he missed hanging out with me. I tried to reassure him that I still cared about him and Bill, but it didn't seem to make a difference, no matter what I said. A few days ago, he commented about how I lied when I said I would make time for them. I didn't respond, not knowing what to say to that. He's usually so carefree, I wasn't expecting such an attitude from him, it took me by surprise. We haven't talked since...As I was walking to my next class, Ethan caught up to me in the hallway, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Hey, Y/N, you free tonight? I need some help with my homework !" he asked, flashing me a smile.

"Sure, Ethan. I'll meet you in the library after school." I replied, feeling a twinge of guilt for not spending more time with Ted and Bill, by accepting his offer without thinking twice. Maybe I was getting a little too attached to Ethan.

"Wait, do you have your Spanish class today?" He asked, smirking. "Because my deutsch teacher isn't here."

"Oh no, she's absent too!" We laugh at that realisation. "Well, I guess we can study right now then."

He comes next to me, taking my bag from my shoulders. "Hey !" I gasp, surprised. "You have to stop doing that, I already told you I can carry my bag myself."

"And I told you I can also carry your bag Y/N !" He winks at me, making me roll my eyes. "You're helping me for free so this is my way of paying you." He replies, walking shoulder to shoulder with me.

"What a gentleman..."

I took a deep breath to calm myself as I walked into the library with Ethan, still laughing from what he said. Today was another day I spent doing a tutoring session with Ethan, instead of hanging out with Bill and Ted.

I felt a heavy gaze on me as soon as we entered so, I looked around, until I saw Ted sitting at a table with Bill, both of them staring at me. Bill smiled when I noticed them while Ted just hung his head low. I turn around to Ethan, asking him to take a table for us. After he left, I took another deep breath, preparing myself for whatever mood Ted was in. "Hey guys," I said, walking over to their table. "What's up?"

"Nothing much dude !" Bill said, grinning. "Just waiting for you to show up, we were gonna go grab some pizza's and slushies !"

Ted didn't say anything, just focusing on his fidgety fingers. I frowned, feeling a pang of guilt for how he felt. "I'm sorry, guys. I can't today. I have a tutoring session with Ethan, his test is next week. He barely remembers when the Cold War was so we have a lot of work to do !"

Ted's head snapped up at the mention of Ethan. "Again ? You're always hanging out with him. Don't you have any time for us dude?"

I felt my face flush, taken aback by his tone. There it was again... "I'm sorry, Ted. I'm just trying to help him out. It's not like we're doing anything wrong." I clutched my arm, trying to stay calm. "We talked about this already; I'm helping him, he needs my help."

"Maybe he's using you for your, like, brain dude." He looked back down. "You don't know..."

I bristled, feeling defensive. "He's a nice guy, Ted. And I can be friends with whoever I want." I crossed my arms. "Why are you so angry about this ? You're usually so chill about everything, why is this specific thing getting to you so much ?"

"Yeah dude, what's with the attitude?" Joined Bill, just as confused as me. "Be nicer to the babe."

Ted's jaw clenched as he stood up abruptly. "Fine. Do what you want. Just don't expect me to sit around waiting for you all the time." He paused, looking at both of us with wide eyes. "I'm hungry anyways."

He stormed out of the library, leaving Bill and me staring at him in shock.

"What the hell was that about?" Bill muttered, looking up at me.

I shook my head, feeling just as confused as him.

"I don't know. He's just been acting weird lately." I sigh, rubbing my hand down my face. "Since I started to help Ethan he's like that... I don't understand why tho."

"Maybe he's jealous," Bill suggested, raising an eyebrow.

I scoffed. "Jealous? Of what?"

"Of Ethan," Bill responded, shrugging. "You guys have been spending a lot of time together. Maybe Ted feels left out, I don't know." Bill smiled knowingly at me. "I mean, you did walk in here laughing while he was carrying your bag, dude."

"I, what ?" I think about it for a moment, still shaking my head. "Why would he mind about that ? Ted never carried my bag before..."

I rolled my eyes, but deep down, I knew that Bill was right. Ted had always been a little possessive of me, I just had never thought it was anything serious. We just always had each other so, I simply thought he was afraid I would leave for the more popular kids, maybe it's deeper than that... I look at Bill for an instant, noticing his open notebook.

"Hey, you want to study with me and Ethan ?" I asked, smiling. "I could help you with the Charlemagne chapter."

Bill face immediately lightened up. "It would be most excellent dudette !"

The next week, I had another tutoring lesson scheduled with Ethan, as always. He had his test in two days so this was THE moment to study. It's been days since I saw Ted, I had glimpse of him sometimes in the hallways, he would walk past me after quickly glancing my way. I tried to not overthink it but it was hard, I was missing him an awful lot... Not seeing it everyday of every minute just reminded me how much I like him, how bad my crush on him is.

As I walked into the library to join Ethan who sat at our usual table, I saw Ted sitting alone, looking dejected as always. With my heart starting to pound, I walked up to him, hating how our last conversation ended. The moment I approached his table, he looked up before quickly adverting his eyes, sitting up straight.

"Hey, Ted, what are you doing here?" I asked, kind of surprised to see him here of all places. He usually never hangs out in the library expect if we have to study, he seems to be here quite a lot lately.

"I thought I'd surprise you and come help you tutor Ethan..." Ted said, a hint of bitterness in his voice. "Bill told him you helped him after, you know."

"Really? That's great, Ted!" I said, genuinely happy to see him and especially hear him say that. "Oh yeah, it's great !" I grasped his hand without thinking, dragging him to me and Ethan's table. When he noticed us approach, Ethan smiled nicely. "What's up?" he asked while Ted sat on the chair next to me. "You're Theo, right?" Ethan asked, putting his fist in front of him.

"Ted." He responded simply, fist bumping Ethan's hand with hesitation.

"Right, Ted, my bad man."

"He's really bad with names." I murmured, trying to ease the atmosphere. " Especially Napoléon Bonaparte, he cannot remember his name even if his life depended on it..."

"Hey, that French guy as a hard name ok !" Replied Ethan, his hand up in surrender.

"Napoleon ?" Repeated Ted, before turning to me. "Oh the little angry French dude ?"

Ethan brust out laughing at that, earning us a shush from the librarian. We giggled quietly, Ted shoulders relaxing lightly and is usual smile finally appaering again.

"Guys, guys, let's focus ok ? The test is in two days !" I say in the most neutral voice possible, not succeeding to stop my growing smile from appearing at Ted's one. "Ok, so what famous battle did Napoléon Bonaparte loose ?"

Three hours later, we finally get out of there, sighing loudly. Ethan's leave's us quickly, having a football practice, leaving me and Ted alone in front of the library. I quickly glance at him but feel heat rise to my cheeks when I see that he was already looking at me, a big smile on his lips.

"You were right dudette ! Ethan is a nice dude !" He pat's my shoulder. "He as a most excellent humour."

I laugh, nudging Ted shoulder with mine. "Told you." I respond, adjusting my bag on my shoulder, groaning.

"I can carry it if you want !" Before I can even reply, he takes it from me and slings it over his available shoulder. "There ! Now we're ready to go !"

"Why do you all think I can't carry my own bag ?!" I complain, while catching up with Ted who already started walking. I stop my thoughts for a moment, thinking back on what Billy said to me a few days ago. I look back at Ted who's still smiling, moving his head to the beat of an invisible song. That's when it hits me, finally. I stop in my track, also stopping Ted by putting my hand on his arm. "What's up dude ?" He asks, turning around to face me. "Y/N ?"

"You were jealous of me and Ethan." I whisper, realising it as I say it. "But, not because you were afraid of losing me as...a friend."

Ted eyebrows furrow, confusion written all over his face. "What do you mean?"

"You were jealous, yes ?" I ask, looking up at him. "Be honest."

He's hesitant for a moment, his cheeks reddening slightly. "I mean, yeah...like, kinda. I was afraid he was, you know, mean and stuff." He shrugges, his gaze looking at everything but me. "Turns out he's nice ! And his exam is in two days, so you'll be free again !"

"Ted..."

"Yes ?" He responds, looking at me again, his smile fading when he see's my expression. "Y/N ?"

"Are you..." I gulp, feeling my hand starting to shake. "Ted, I have to admit something to you. I don't know if I'm reading what's happening in the wrong way but I have to try, just in case I'm right." His brows furrow again, now he looks even more lost than before. "Give me my bag, just in case I'm wrong so that I can run away quickly." I chuckle nervously.

"What ?" He laughs quickly "Why would you ran away dude ?"

"I like you." I blur out, looking him dead in the eyes. "Not in a you're my best friend way but in a I want to be way more than your best friend way." I quickly swallow, feeling my courage fade. "I mean, not super mega best friend way either. Romantic way, like couples." I search his eyes. "Ted ?" I ask, my heart hammering in my chest. "Please, say something..."

"Woah dude..." He whispers, taking his head in his hands. "DUDE !"

I jump at his sudden yelling but can't help a laugh when I see him jumping around, punching the air yelling dude and woah multiples time. He suddenly stops, looking at me with the widest smile I've ever seen him have.

"DUDE !" He yells again, running towards me, lifting me in his arms while I yelp.

"Ted ! Oh my god, what are you doing ?!" I laugh while he spins me around. "I'm going to fall, I'll fall !" I breath out, felling my body slip away from his arms. "Ted, what's happening with you ?" I laugh, out of breath while he puts me down, his arms still holding me close to him.

"What's happening ? Dude, you told me you're in love with me !" He responds quickly, his voice trembling. "The most bodacious babe just told me she likes me ! Like, in a romantic way !"

I push him a bit to look at him, surprised. "Wait, does that mean..."

He cuts me off. "Of course it does ! Why would I spin you around ?"

"Do you even know yourself ? You could do it at any given opportunity!" I laugh, in disbelief. "So, I was right, you were jealous of Ethan."

Ted lower his head, his hair covering his face to hide his shamefulness. "Yeah... I mean, the guy's has everything. He's popular, handsome, nice and a jock. Bonus point for being funny !"

I smile tenderly, taking his face in my hands to put his gaze back into mine.

"True. He's veeeery handsome." Ted huff, trying to look away but I turn his face again to make him look back at me. "But I prefer guys with brown hair and eyes, who wear silly jackets with a big smiling face behind, rather than a sport's one. I also prefer guys with a blond friend called Bill. You want me to continue or you got it ?"

I feel the heat radiating from his face on my fingers, if seeing how red he was wasn't enough. We only look at each other for a moment, letting everything sink in.

"I really want to kiss you." He breaths out. "Can I kiss you ?"

"After you apologies."

"I'm sorry for being an evil dude. I shouldn't have ignored such a babe just because of a nice jock guy."

I giggle when he gives my cheek a quick peck. "And I'm sorry for not taking the time to hang out with you and Bill, I should have. I swear that from this day on, I will no matter what !" I finish my speech by returning his quick peck, making him giggle. "Now you can kiss me handsome."

He blushes at the pet name before crashing his lips on mine without a warning, making me yelp in surprise. Quickly, I compose myself and slide my hands to his hair to deepen the kiss while they move in rhythm with one another. It's clumsy, so we smile and giggle through it, he even apologies some times which I always respond with a simple it's ok before pulling him back for more. He doesn't have to be jealous, because no matter how messy and inexperienced our kisses are, I only want his.

"This was the most excellent kiss ever !"

[rpstartersinc]

* 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐘'𝐒 ( 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑. )

feel free to change pronouns / wording!

" you're being a jerk. "

" you know i have somewhere i have to be. "

" guess it depends on what you believe. "

" you want your usual, right? "

" you beat up a man in broad daylight. "

" it's like you're not even trying here. "

" i am just trying to figure out who you are. "

" you want the job or not? "

" thanks for babysitting. "

" i wish someone would buy me a ring. "

" that good-looking guy i recognise, who are all these other punks? "

" you should know what happens to little kids who don't eat their dinners. their bodies stay the same size forever and they never get to ride the adult rides at the amusement park. "

" how about some burger with that ketchup? "

" everything's better swimming in ketchup. "

" don't tell me to calm down. "

" you know that this is the right thing to do. "

" i'm hardly fit to be raising a kid. "

" just keep your eyes on the monitor and keep people out. "

" we're going to have so much fun together. "

" you do realise that lunch is the most important meal of the day? "

" it's just a theory. "

" sleeping is not a crime. "

" why don't we just kill him? "

" i'm coming with you. "

" about time, starting to think maybe you fell asleep on the job. "

" you're bleeding, by the way. "

" i like to stay well-informed. "

" i really loved this place as a kid. "

" you've been acting suspicious since the moment you opened the door. "

" it's been a weird night. "

" this place... it gets to people. "

" you security hires, you never last. "

" wanna dance? "

" don't let this place get to you. "

" warmer... "

" i made a mess, i'm sorry. "

" it's not funny! "

" it's nice that we can finally agree about something. "

" you just have to know how to look. "

" from where i sit, i'd say you're lucky. "

" no more sleeping on the job. "

" you're not here to have fun. "

" i'll give you anything you want. "

" i thought i was gonna die. "

" you can come out now! "

" i won't get angry at you. "

" ghost children possessing giant robots? thanks for the heads-up. "

" they're spring locks. "

" they tend to be pretty unstable. "

" i don't think they like me very much. "

" i don't really see how that's any of your business. "

" finding the guy that did this is the only thing that matters to me. "

" you just had an accident, you're okay. "

" i saw your eyes, you were terrified. "

" you were never the right person to take care of her. "

" you can't stay in there forever, you know? "

" i managed to stop the bleeding, but you're probably gonna need stitches. "

" they tried to kill me. "

" it's not just their ghosts that are inside of those machines. "

" it's their bodies. "

" i tried to warn you. "

" he really messed you up, didn't he? "

" you couldn't just leave it alone, could you? "

" i have something for you to play with. "

" a little old for temper tantrums, aren't we? "

" you had one job, one. "

" that's two jobs. "

" i won't let you hurt her, too. "

" they know what you did. "

" look at the nasty things that you have become! "

" look how small you are, how worthless you are! "

" you are wretched, rotten little beasts. "

" i made you! "

" i always come back. "

" i'm having a hard time just processing everything that happened. "

" you never know what can happen. "

" do you think if you drink enough milk, you just turn into a cow? "

[yuyan]

Hi there sweetie~

I saw your dancing post of hsr

And I'm OBSSESED to say the least!!

Thought maybe I'll request something for blade?I love him sm I need content (⁠〃ﾟ⁠3ﾟ⁠〃⁠)

Blade X reader first time sleeping together ♡⁠(⁠>⁠ 0 ⁠<⁠)⁠♡

Don't forget to eat cutiepie<3

"Sleep already!"

{Requests: open}

Pairing: Blade and Gepard X reader (separate)

╰┈➤ A/n: I haven't met blade in game yet but I tried my best. Also I actually cooked myself a proper lunch today. I didn't know I could do that. Enjoy!~

✎ sypnosis: Sleeping in the same bed with hsr men for the first time.

Genre: Fluff

CW: ooc blade

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Blade _(._.)_

- its been a few months into the relationship and idk what led to this but your boyfriend wants cuddles

- You were dropping him off at his room when he suddenly pulled you inside and closed the door

- You stared at him with a confused look and he just have a small smile and sat on his bed

- "Sleep with me."

- You got so red, so confused, so everything

- "No, not like that, unless...?"

- "No."

- You approached the bed and as soon as you were in arms reach, he'd pull you into his lap

- I don't think he's be awkward or anything

- Probably a big spoon

- I think he likes running his fingers through your hair and will enjoy it if you do the same for him

- He'd tell you to relax if he felt you tensing or being stiff

Scenario below ~

"It was really funny when she did that too!" You laughed, recounting the day the both of you just had. Blade let out a smile, seeing you laugh about prior events and jokes the others made. "Ok, we're here!" you announced, stopping right outside his room. "Goodnight!—Ah!"

Pulling you by the wrist, the man successfully pulled you inside, shutting and locking the door behind you. You looked up at him and raised an eyebrow while he just smiled and sat on top of his bed. It looked fancy with the small jewels encrusted in the head of the bed but simple at the same time.

"Sleep with me," Blade asked, although, it came out more as a demand.

You flushed red. Did he just ask you to? Is this too fast? What will happen if I reject him? Will it be awkward? Do I even want this?

"No, not like that," Blade's alluring voice pulled you out of your thoughts, "unless?"

You blushed brighter, the tips of your ears turning pink. You were speechless. He chuckled and patted the space next to him. Slowly, you approached the bed, a little tense. You two were just helping, it'd be fine. Grabbing you wrist, he pulled you into his lap effortlessly, earning him a yelp from you. You froze for a moment. 'It's just sleeping, you'll be fine!' you repeated in you head as you laid down next to him. Blade pulled you closer, running his fingers through your hair.

"Relax, I don't bite," he said.

"Yeah but do you stab?"

You let out a soft breath, melting into his touch. It was quite nice, the peacefulness of the chilly winter night. Your heartbeats in sync with each other's. Your eyelids slowly closing. Blade pressed a soft kiss in your hair, muttering a 'goodnight' and 'I love you.' Breathing steadily and heartbeat calming, you drifted off to sleep in your lover's arms.

Gepard (｡>﹏<｡)

HES SO AWKWARD OMG

He just doesn't want you to feel uncomfortable

Ah he's so cute (｡>﹏<｡)

"Gepard, we're just sleeping, calm down."

"Um...ok."

He's so stiff

Poor baby

First time you'd have to take the lead

You were probably big spoon first few time and then he wanted to try big spoon

So now you two take turns to be big/small spoon

"Go to bed," you said, shoving gepard gently into his room. "If you keep overworking yourself, you'll end up sick and then your sister will scold you and I'll probably help with it."

"Dear, I still have reports to do," Gepard said, trying to leave but you blocked the exit. You sighed. Does he have to be so stubborn? Grabbing his arm, you dragged him to his bed, plopping yourself down and pulling him down with you. You could hear the soft wind whistle and shivered a bit. It was always warm with how many heaters are around but you couldn't but feel a tinge bit cold, especially when you thought about the everlasting snowstorm outside.

You pushed his head into your chest and he froze. He was scared stiff. He didn't know what to do or what to say. Should he even say anything?

"Um-"

"Relax, we're just sleeping and you need to rest," you said, "there's nothing to worry about."

He wiggled a bit in your grasp and let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Slowly, he felt his eyelids grow heavy and the sound of your calming voice was starting to sound fuzzy.

[weemsfreak]

hii can u write a fanfic with r having troubles with their powers n larissa calming them down?

Yes I can! Thank you for the request, I hope you like it!!

Shifter

It was your first year at Nevermore Academy. You liked your classes and you made some friends, so you figured it was going pretty well. Your ability presented itself a couple years ago when you felt the urge to shift from your normal form.

You didn't know why you felt like this at first, as your parents had never told you about anything that may make you feel like this. It felt like an out of body experience, like you wanted to temporarily transform into something or someone that you were not. Once you asked your parents about the feeling, they nervously informed you that you may be a shapeshifter, and a while later they shipped you off to Nevermore Academy. They couldn't help you with this feeling, no matter how bad they wanted to. You did have outcasts in your family, but neither of them were outcasts (which made you question things). Alas, you found yourself in Jericho, surrounded by all different types of outcasts. You watched as vampires gathered around a table in the quad, drinking their blood for lunch. Sirens sat around the fountain, charming as they were, talking up a storm. Werewolves sitting at a table not eating, but gossiping excitedly about the full moon tonight. And there were gorgons, hiding behind their hats, along with psychics and other types of outcasts around here somewhere. But as you looked around at everyone in the quad, you felt totally left out. Perhaps you were really an outcast among outcasts, for you did not know of another shapeshifter.

You sighed as you watched Enid approach your table, Wednesday in hand and Ajax trailing behind. "Hi Y/N, what’s for lunch?" the werewolf questioned. "Utter defeat and self pity. Oh I mean salad" you replied chuckling, defeat written on your face. "What's wrong?" Ajax asked. "I just, I don't have anyone to help me with my ability. I don't know any other shapeshifters" you said as you stared down into your lunch. Wednesday raised a brow and looked at Enid. "Well, I'm sure there are some around. Perhaps they're just keeping it secret" Enid chirped, trying to make you feel better. You huffed, "Yea, maybe." "You can practice around us Y/N, if you want to. We won't judge" Ajax said with a smile. You hadn't shifted in awhile even though you had the urge to, you were too scared you would mess it up. "Okay, maybe I'll try it. Who should I shift into?" You and your friends looked around before they all caught a glimpse of the clueless Principal Weems, standing by the entrance to the school, her hands clasped in front of her. "Shift into Weems" Wednesday said, verbally expressing what they were all thinking. Even though there was a possibility that you might get into trouble, you agreed. "So that I can be in charge of the school?" you questioned, laughing at the thought. "Exactly!" Enid squealed, clapping her hands together. You stood up and watched Weems, her mannerisms and her expressions. You watched the way she smiled at students when they greeted her, and the way she carried herself. You got a good look at her figure, and the way she talked. You took a deep breath and tried to transform into her, taking all things into account. You looked back at your friends with hope, feeling different from your usual self. You looked down at your hands, they were Principal Weems' hands. You looked down at your outfit, it was the one she was wearing today. You felt really tall, you towered over everyone. You smiled as you looked at your friends, praying that you had finally succeeded. That was until Enid brought a mirror up to your face, showing you just how you looked. You frowned as you noticed your face wasn't right, your lips too small and your eyes not as alluring. Your hair was messy and your skin wasn't pale enough, perhaps you just needed a better look at her. You tried to talk but what came out was your normal speaking voice, definitely lacking a British accent. You verbally let out a huff as you shifted back to your normal self, taking a seat at the picnic table. "It's just the details Y/N, you did well besides that" Enid reassured you. "Yea, it's like Weems' not as fancy sister" Ajax joined in. Enid glared at him and punched his arm, silently telling him to shut it. You let out a small chuckle, "Thanks guys, I'll get it eventually."

As your friends all left for their next class, you stayed in the quad. You had next class off, so you figured you'd do your reading. Once most of the students had left, you let your head hit the table, letting out a small scream. You held back tears as you watched your arm transform into that of Principal Weems. Well, at least you could transform certain parts, if not everything. You covered your head with your hands and cursed yourself for being so stupid. At one point you thought it would be easy to get a hold of your ability. The thing about abilities was, you could just ignore the fact that you had them if you wanted to. Except you couldn't, not really. The way that the urge to shift poked at your insides and clawed itself out of you with no remorse made you have to shift in some way, often. Shifting was in your blood, and you couldn't rid it no matter how much you wanted to, no matter how hard you tried. As you thought about it more and more, tears pooled up in your eyes. You gathered your things and started walking to your dorm with your head down, defeated. As you walked into the school, you turned the corner and bumped into someone. You noticed their shoes through the tears in your eyes, nude colored kitten heels. You gasped as you looked up, you were almost face to face with the woman you had pretty much just tried to make yourself a clone of. "S-sorry Principal Weems" you said sheepishly, moving to the right and trying to run past her. She took hold of your arm and swung you around, stopping you in your tracks. She smiled, "Y/N, will you follow me to my office?"

You trailed behind her as she made her way to her office, your mind was going a mile a minute. Had she seen you try to shift into her and look absolutely ridiculous? Was she going to scold you for trying to steal the principal's identity? Was she angry at you for using your powers at lunch? Little did you know, Principal Weems had seen you shift, but she didn’t think anything bad of you. She had been in your spot once in her life, hell, more than once. When she attended Nevermore, she had a teacher who helped her learn to shift, she didn't think she would ever be as good at it as she is today. Now, she wanted to be that mentor for you, she wanted to return the favour.

As you entered her office, she sat on the couch in front of the fire place and gestured for you to sit. As you sat beside her, you looked up at her features. She had full red lips, a scar on her top left lip, and deep smile lines. She had a small nose, a dip on the left side. She was pretty pale, almost as pale as her hair was white. Her hair wasn't white, actually, just extremely light. It looked soft, like silk, that would be hard to duplicate. Her eyes were big and blue and mesmerizing with little wrinkles on the outside corners, but you already knew that. She had thin eyebrows that made a crease when they furrowed, like right now. "Are you trying to memorize my face, Y/N?" the older woman questioned. You blushed, looking away from her wide eyed. "No, uh, sorry Principal Weems" you stuttered out. How did she know? Were you being that obvious? The woman chuckled, "It's alright if you were, Y/N. I saw you shift in the quad today." You looked up at her as she raised a brow, expecting you to tell her what was going on. You took a sharp breath in, "Ugh I'm sorry Principal Weems. I just, I'm not good at shifting and I don't understand how I'm supposed to get good if I don't know any other shifters. And I know I shouldn't shift into you but my friends thought it would be funny. It was dumb because I can't do it right anyway." You spit out your apology so fast that once you felt tears well up in your eyes, they were streaming down your face. You covered your face when they fell, feeling embarrassed by your lack of control over your ability. What happened in the quad today may not have seemed like a big deal, but you have been failing at shifting a lot recently. The principal got up to fetch some tissues and returned next to you, rubbing the small of your back for comfort. You sniffled and cried into your hands as your breathing became uneven. The woman wrapped her arms around you, pulling you close to her and stroking your hair. "Take deep breaths for me, love." You tried to breathe deep and slow but it took a couple minutes for you to stop crying. As you sniffled, the principal shushed you and rocked you gently. You wrapped your arms around her waist and cuddled into her shoulder to calm yourself down. You mumbled against her, "This is a stupid ability, there are no other shifters around. Why couldn't I just be a vampire or something." The woman reached for a tissue and you took it, wiping your tears and nose. The principal sighed, "Y/N, you did wonderful today. There are just a few things that you need to work on. You got the hard parts down pat." She smiled down at you reassuringly. You felt tears in your eyes again and you closed them, you were tired of feeling like a failure. "I don't know" you shrugged. "I know darling. I know what it's like to feel alone, but I also know that you will be a great shifter one day." You furrowed your brows, "How would you know that" you said in a saucy tone. "How would you know what it's like to shift, how would you know if I'm any good" you growled. The older woman ran her fingers through your hair, "Don't work yourself up again Y/N" she whispered. As much as the principal wanted to help you, she also wanted to keep her ability secret. She turned her gaze towards the fireplace as she contemplated her next move. When she looked back at you, she saw herself sitting with her. Young Larissa used to sit next to her teacher and cry about things, mostly her ability. Her teacher was always caring and comforting, and she was always truthful with her. She was her mentor, her friend, and in the end Larissa became an amazing shifter, not to mention the principal of Nevermore Academy. Larissa took a deep breath and took your hand in hers. "Darling, I can help you if you promise to keep a secret for me." You looked into her loving eyes as you wiped tears from yours, what secret would she want to share with you? You decided that you would keep her secret, if she wanted to tell you. "Okay, I promise I won't tell" you whispered.

The woman smiled as she got up from the couch and stood a few feet away. Suddenly she started shifting, and you watched as your own self was standing in front of you. Your jaw dropped and you sat frozen for a minute before you walked over to her and took her in. She was so talented, this was exactly how you looked. Although you haven't seen yourself in person, until now, you presumed that this was how you looked. You took her hand in yours, they matched perfectly. You ran your fingers through her hair, it was exactly yours. You stared into her eyes, and although they perfectly resembled yours, you could tell it was Larissa. "You're a shifter" you said, smiling ear to ear. She brought a hand up to cup your face and she smiled, shifting back into her normal form. "I am Y/N. But, I would really appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone. I'm very secretive about it for multiple reasons, darling." You nodded your head, "I understand Principal Weems." "Good" she chirped. "If you keep this a secret, I will teach you. You have so much potential, you remind me of myself when I was younger." She leaned down so that she was eye level with you. "That's how I know you will be a great shifter one day." You wrapped your arms around the older woman and hugged her close. She chuckled at you as she returned the hug. You found comfort in the soft material of her dress and you quietly said "Thank you for trusting me and for helping me, Principal Weems." The principal smiled into your hair as she remembered why she became the principal in the first place. This is why she was so happy to be the Headmistress of Nevermore Academy.

[luckykittens198]

When Your Dad is a Pillar of the Universe 6

Kim Rok Soo at the small table in the living room. He was sniffling and his eyes were a bit red. His uncle was puttering around the kitchen boiling water for tea and milk and making stir-fry for lunch.

"Are you not going to talk?" Ask Kim Rok Soo.

"Have you calmed down?" His uncle answered without stopping his cooking.

Kim Rok Soo fell silent as he clasped his hands. "Not really, but I'll manage. Maybe?"

"Good enough, I suppose." His uncle was plating the stir-fry.

"Here, have some food first. And here is a glass of milk for you." Said uncle Seung Jong as he gave Rok Soo his plate.

Rok Soo nodded and started to eat. It was delicious. Just like the one his father used to make on the good days his tremors calmed.

"Does it taste familiar?" His uncle asked. Weirdly enough, he didn't touch his food.

Kim Rok Soo nodded, "It tasted like the one my Dad made."

"Of course it does. He is me after all."

Kim Rok Soo nodded as he continue eating. Until he stopped as he digested what his uncle said.

"What do you mean my dad IS you?!" Kim Rok Soo screeched. Kim Seung Jong grimaced and rubbed his ears.

"Children really can screech, huh?"

"That's not the point! What do you mean he is you?!"

Kim Seung Jong gave Kim Rok Soo that strange smile reminiscent to the one his father gave him. "Exactly what I said. Kim Hyun Woo, or at the very least, the being using Kim Hyun Woo's body is part of my main body."

"Main body?"

"Mm. How to put it.... To explain everything, I'll need to explain how you were born. And that's a bit complicated," Seung Jong pouted.

Kim Rok Soo felt odd seeing what clearly a pout coming from middle-aged man.

"How rude. I'm definitely not middle-aged man," Kim Seung Jong said as he flicked Rok Soo's forehead.

"Ouch, wait, did you read my mind? And you are definitely middle-aged."

His uncle tsk-ed, " I didn't read your mind. It's written on your face. Also, I'm older than middle-aged."

Kim Rok Soo just blankly stared at his uncle and shrugs. Whatever. He got adopted by a weird uncle. He'll manage as long as he is fed.

"Oh boy. Why are you like this..."

Kim Rok Soo continued to ignore him.

Exasperated, Kim Seung Jong started to explain the circumstance of Rok Soo's birth. Kim Rok Soo just stared at him at disbelief.

"Wow, poor mom," was the only thing he said by the end of it.

Kim Seung Jong raised an eyebrow, "That's all? I told you about the secret of the universes and you only said that?"

Kim Rok Soo shrugs and continued eating, the food was too good to be let cold. After eating, Kim Rok Soo continues, "It's not like I can verify if what you said was true or not. So yeah, the only thing I can say is poor mom. Her husband hasn't been her husband, and her true child is a still born that got possessed by me."

Kim Seung Jong tsk-ed. "That's not it. Well, the husband part is right, but her child doesn't have a soul yet when you enter. In fact, the pregnancy was supposed to be a miscarriage early on, so a soul wasn't meant to be there."

"So, I didn't took another soul's place?"

"No. You simply finally have the chance to be born."

"Oh."

Kim Rok Soo's eyes reddened. His breath was caught as another tears gather at the corner of his eyes. Kim Seung Jong looked on awkwardly before sighing and opened his arms, "Come here kid."

Rok Soo didn't know what to do. So he slowly crawl to Kim Seung Jong's lap and let himself be hugged. Somehow, Kim Seung Jong's hug felt as warm as hus father's hug.

"That's cause your father and I came from the same being, kid."

"Just shut up and lemme enjoy this, old man."

Kim Seung Jong only chuckled.

----

High above the spirit world, a great being looked through the crimson star with black strings coming through it. 'His' deep dark black eyes flickered. A smudge of brown appeared on it for a second before it disappears.

"Hmm," 'He' hummed.

The silver mirror next to him flickered before a string of words appear on it.

"Is everything alright, Great Master?"

"Everything is alright, Arrodes. It feels like a little bit of humanity returned to me. Arrodes, could you tell me some good stocks to invest into?"

"Certainly, Great Master!"

As the Lord of Mysteries read Arrodes' info-dump, 'His' mind went back to when Kim Rok Soo hugged Kim Seung Jong. Some of 'His' tentacles hugged himself, but it still doesn't feel the same as what Kim Seung Jong transmitted to 'Him'.

It's been so, so long since someone else touched 'Him'. 'His' fellow countrymen has all disappeared to the annals of history with no one remembering them or their civilization.

God Almighty (Adam), Eternal Darkness (Amanises), The Anarchy (Roselle), and other Great Old Ones have fallen to deep slumber by the end of the cycle where 'He' became the Lord of Mysteries.

'He' sighed, wishing to fall into another deep slumber. But surprisingly, Kim Rok Soo slowly but surely became a stable anchor for 'Him'. Right now, what worried 'Him' was the future calamity in this world. When the time comes, perhaps 'He' will have to spread the accumulated beyonder characteristics to normal people just so they could survive.

Yes, 'He' also needs to built some shelters for the humans to live in. Kim Rok Soo will be sad if he was the only human left after all.

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[writing-with-gremworm]

A Bothersome Herbivore

I'm not sure when it happened, this tiny herbivore started clinging to me. It's hard to get a break since they follow me everywhere. When I nap, they nap beside me. When I eat, they follow along. Though, the latter is better than the time they slept so soundly I was able to leave them for a few days. When I went back to my normal napping spot they were sitting like a dejected mouse. They had teary little eyes, and their complexation was terrible.

I learned later that they slept through lunch, so they ended up just not eating the first day, and they refused to move during the weekend when I hadn't retuned yet. The worst part about it is they were so happy when I came back. They were like a stupid dog, so happy to cling to me again.

I let them be for a while. It wasn't really my problem, and they didn't actually bother me most of the time. They were surprisingly quiet.

"Why exactly do you follow around like a lost dog?"

"I dunno. I just like you. So, I stay with you, because you're safe."

It was weird. I shouldn't be safe for them. I'm just a lousy second prince with nothing in my future but disappointment. I am, and will always be, second best in the eyes of anyone else, so why is it that this creature clings to me? I still don't understand it.

The thing that irks me the most is that I started to worry about them. I woke up from a nap as usual, expecting them to be beside me. They weren't there. The little mouse had scurried off somewhere and that made me uneasy.

"This is bullshit."

I must have done so subconsciously, but I ended up looking around the places I usually went, expecting to find them there. I only found them when I returned to the greenhouse. They were sitting, waiting for me to come back.

"Leona!" They sounded so happy, their eyes lighting up as if the best person in the world was standing right in front of them.

"Ah." I had so many questions, but none of them mattered. 'Why did you wait? Where did you go? Are you okay?' They were here, so why did it matter?

We returned to routine. But one thing did change. I started leaning on them. I don't know if they noticed, they never mentioned it to me. This change ... felt necessary.

In time it felt stranger to be separate from them than to be near them. In a way, I guess I must have found them comforting too. So, it felt strange when one day, they started crying.

"What's with the tears?" I asked, not really expecting an answer.

"I don't know. I just- I." They sobbed quietly, sniffling and rubbing their eyes. They tried so hard to calm down, only to sob more. It hurt, hearing them quiet their sobs. I felt like I saw a bit of myself in them. Maybe that's why I spoke up.

"Don't force it, just sob okay?" It was a useless comment. They would probably cry for a while anyways. They did stop trying to choke back their sobs, though they kept sobbing quietly, as if they forgot how to cry loudly.

"I'm scared. I don't know if I want to go home or stay here. I feel unwanted either way. I don't know if anyone would miss me if I left, of if anyone in my world even realizes I'm gone. I'm terrified because it doesn't matter which world I choose. I'll be alone again in either world."

A beat.

Right, they needed to go home eventually. They weren't from this world. I forgot that somehow. Unlike Yuu, who was social, this one wasn't particularly close to anyone. Except maybe ... me.

"Oh? Aren't I right here? Do you think I'll forget you because you vanish for a little?"

"I-I ... I thought you were annoyed by me."

"Then why would I let you cling to me? I could have actively ignored you."

"But you ... you left me alone and I ..."

"So? People can change their minds. I'm not running from you anymore, so don't go running from me, okay?"

"Heh, hehehehe."

"Why are you laughing?"

"Sorry I just- I didn't expect you to say something like that. It's so sweet."

"Don't get used to it."

"Hehe, I know. I'm just ... Thank you."

"... It's fine."

Things were nice after that. We returned to routine.

Or, as close to routine as possible. I found myself gazing at them for longer than I intended. If they were still asleep when I was up, I would pick them up. If they were hungry, we'd eat early, or I'd get Ruggie to buy us snacks.

'Fuck.' I had fallen for them. It was confusing. They weren't particularly pretty, or smart, or even useful. Even so, I found them undeniably breathtaking. I couldn't look away from them.

It was juvenile, but I couldn't help but touch their hand. Just to feel their skin against mine. I wanted to kiss their forehead, to hold them in my arms, to claim them.

I'm no idiot. I know I'm handsome, I know my position, though lesser than my brother's, is coveted. I understand that being a member of royalty limits my options for love. Despite everything, I wanted them to stay with me. If nothing else, I just wanted to continue our days like this. The litte moments of warmth, their laughter, their joy. I wanted to bask in it.

When did my world stop being gray?

No, not my world. Just them.

It's still hard to justify waking up, to find a reason to move forward every day. But even still, I want to be selfish and be beside them. I wonder if this is what it means to feel safe with someone.

"I'm going to graduate this year. You've still got a few years left."

"... Yeah ..." They smile sadly.

"Come to me. When you finish. Find me, and I'll have a napping spot ready to share." It was a stupid promise. They might be blocked from my side. They might not even be able to understand me outside of school property.

But I think their smile was worth it.

--

"You've been sulking in that window every day, brother." A grating voice says, a smirk decorating the words.

"So what?" I glare, irritated by the interruption. I come to this window whenever I think about them. It seems like a spot they'd like. Or maybe they just liked me. Maybe after all this time they forgot me. It would be better that way. For them to forget me, they can live a different life, instead of being tied to the second prince.

"I was just worried. How can I not worry a little when you're my brother?"

"Piss off."

"Ah, I see you don't want company. Should I send your visitor away?" My ears twitch. It's rare I receive visitors. It's even rarer my 'perfect' brother bothers to tell me about them.

"A visitor? Haiz. I have enough sense not to turn visitors away." I shift, hopping down from the window ledge.

My heart is beating faster than I would like. It seems like my chest is going to burst at this rate. It will be disappointing if it's not them, so I shouldn't keep my hopes up.

"Leona?" A familiar voice chimes as I enter the room. They smile warmly at me and walk over, looking at me somewhat reluctantly.

"I'm surprised you actually came here." I hold out my hand. They take it carefully and I pull them into a hug, "Welcome home." I add with a whisper.

They tear up, hugging me tightly.

"Yeah, I'm home." They mutter. They feel warm in my arms. They feel like the keystone of an arch, holding me together despite being so small.

'So, I still love you.' I think to myself, closing my eyes and forcing myself not to do too much. I want to give them soft kisses, I want to whisk them to my room and cuddle with them. I want to tell them how much I love them. But the words don't leave my throat. I can't love them, not as a royal.

"Well, isn't this a nice reunion." That ruined it.

"And you're still here because? This is my guest. I thought you'd leave." I hiss, glaring at my brother.

"There's no need to be hostile. I'm just surprised you have someone close to you."

"Oh? Thanks, I didn't realize I needed to tell you these things."

"I'm not chastising you, I'm glad. Really. Ah, I should probably introduce myself to your lover."

"Lover?"

"Lover?"

"Are you two not? Ah, I'm sorry for misunderstanding." He doesn't sound even slightly apologetic.

"I-It's fine."

"... This is my brother. That's it, don't worry about getting close to him."

"Oh- okay." They smile sadly.

"Well this does complicate things a little. I had just convinced the elders to let you have your lover join you here. But if they're not your lover, then I'll have to clear that up."

"That won't be necessary. It'll be more convenient if everyone assumes we're lovers anyways." 'Though I'm not particularly fond of receiving help from you, I won't turn it away when it benefits me.'

"S-So then- Do I- have to pretend to be your lover?" They seem surprised, their face flushed a bit. It's cute. It makes me want to lick their cheeks and nibble on their ear.

"No, just act like before. Us spending so much time together will get the point across."

"Oh! Okay." They nod, seeming perhaps a little disappointed.

"Last time we spoke, I promised to have a napping spot pick out for us. I think I found one. Though, you'll have to sit on my lap if you want to lean on me." The window ledge wasn't wide enough to sit side by side unless you laid against the window.

'This spot is chosen partially out of my selfishness. If nothing else, then I can hold you tightly. Not that you need to know my reasoning.'

"That's okay. If you're okay with it, I mean. I've always kind of wanted to hug you when napping." They admit wanting to cuddle closer.

'I wonder.'

I pick them up, cupping their rear as they cling to me. They seem a bit surprised.

"W-We could just walk there-"

"We are walking there. What? Did you never wonder how I carried you before?"

"I never thought about it- This is embarrassing. I could just walk with you."

"Hm, no. You clung to me this long, cling to me more, won't you?"

"Leona." They whine.

I can't help but chuckle a little. This was warm. It felt nicer than just remembering them.

"Hey, do you love me?"

"What? I mean- yes. You're the closest person I have."

"I mean, romantically, sexually. How, do you love me?"

"T-This is very sudden- and I don't know how to answer- aah."

"That's fine. We've got plenty of time." I sit down, letting them situate themselves on my lap as we sit by the window. I wrap my arms around their waist, and rest on my chin on their shoulder.

"You're more affectionate than I remember."

"Well, I have to make up for the missed nap time cuddles somehow, right?"

"What? Hah, hahaha. Sure, let's go with that. Leona. I missed you."

"Yeah ... me too."

"I never thought you'd admit it ... so ... the question."

"Do you love me?"

"Yeah, that one ... was it, because you love me?"

"Yeah."

"W-wait really? Um! How so?"

"Hm, I'll tell you after you tell me. I did ask first."

"Hahaha, okay, that's fair." They lean into me, resting against my chest, relaxing in my arms. We sit there for a while, just enjoying each other's company. It doesn't really matter how they answer. We'll stay beside each other anyways. I can tell that much. They wouldn't have found me if they didn't intend to stay.

"Hey ... Leona ..."

"Yeah?"

They turn their head and move so their mouth is close to my ear before whispering their answer. Perhaps embarrassed, or worried that telling me loudly would hurt me. Regardless, the action was cute.

"I'm not sure. I've never felt anything like this before. I've never had the chance. So, I may not get it right the first time. I don't know what type of love this is."

"Okay, then let's figure it out together." I've waited this long, waiting a little longer should be fine. Besides, I'm with them now, so that is enough.

[feeblescholarmyass]

Prologue

cw: panic attack/extreme anxiety, I swear that y/n isn't this nervous all the time, originally written in 3rd person so there may be some wrong pronouns (she/her for placeholder character)

Sumeru boys x GN!reader (together because y/n is a poly bad bitch)

Hello

"Hi, I'm Y/n! I'm a first year Amurta student in the Akademiya. Hold on, I think someone is calling for me. Coming, Tighnari!"

"I'm not sure this is the best idea anymore. Maybe I should have joined Rhawatist with you instead. What if I don't know anyone? I'm gonna fail." You tugged at a strand of hair that had fallen out of place.

"Don't be silly, Y/n. You belong in Amurta. As much as I'd love for you to be in my classes, I know you'll do better there." Layla smiled reassuringly at you and squeezed your hand tight.

"Okay. If you're sure." You took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. "We got this."

The sound of Layla's stomach growling interrupted your gathering of confidence. Layla blushed and you crossed your arms over her chest.

"Layla, what was that?"

"Uh, I may have been so excited that I forgot to eat breakfast this morning... Don't be mad!" Layla whimpered, blinking sadly.

You sighed and shook your head. "It's fine. We can go get breakfast. Thank goodness we share a dorm. Otherwise, I don't think you'd ever have a somewhat proper schedule."

"Yes, Y/n. Sorry, Y/n." Layla giggled, pulling you over to a nearby cafe. The pair sat by a window and ordered their breakfast, both too tired to have much of a conversation.

The sound of voices arguing caught their attention.

"Are you an idiot? No, I'm not getting you coffee. You should have slept last night if you wanted to be less tired."

"Oh, then what's your excuse? You just like the taste?"

"No. I acknowledge my own issues with caffeine. I may have a small addiction. But I, unlike someone, can afford to buy it."

"Ugh! You're so infuriating!"

Layla slouched deeper into the cushion of her seat, using her hood to hide her face. You raised an eyebrow at her, asking Layla for answers silently.

"Don't worry about it. They're some upperclassmen. Alhaitham and Kaveh. They're pretty well known, both for their intellect and attitude."

"Oh. Makes sense. They're already so loud." You shrugged, grabbing your smoothie from the waitress and taking a sip.

"Take a seat, you two." A grouchy sounding voice joined in. You glanced up, searching for its owner. Long, silver hair and crimson eyes captivated your attention.

Your fingers itched for your pencils, hidden deep in your bag. He was so pretty. "And who's he?"

"Oh, that's Cyno. I don't know much about him. He's their friend, I think."

"Hm..." You rested your cheek on your palm, watching the group of boys. "And who's that?"

"Tighnari. He's the more mild one in the group, as far as I've heard. I think he's from the same darshan as you." Layla yawned. Her head nodded once, twice, then once more before quiet snores overtook anything else she had to say.

You sighed, moving Layla's food out of the way so she didn't land in it, then helped her lay her head on the table in a somewhat comfortable position so she didn't wake up aching.

"Maybe that will be my first project. I'll make a sleep aid for Layla that she can actually afford. If she agrees to be a test subject, I bet I could give it to her for free in the name of research." You muttered to yourself while twirling your straw around in your smoothie.

When Layla finally woke up, the two of you finished breakfast and hurried to the Akademiya. You now stood in front of the huge main doors, surrounded by fellow students. Layla pulled you to the side, knowing that you both needed some space.

"Okay, you're going to do great Y/n. I'll see you at lunch, yeah?" Layla smiled reassuringly, only slightly less tired than earlier.

"Mhm. Lunch," You muttered distractedly. Your hands were shaking and you felt a little like you might throw up. The thought of lunch made it worse. You were lucky that you had gotten that smoothie down earlier. If you tried eating now, your really would puke.

"Go make some friends in Amurta. You're good at that. You're gonna be the most adorable first year there, you hear me? You're cute, you're confident. The stars never lie." Layla squeezed your hands twice, not letting go first.

You squeezed back and took a deep breath. "Same with you. You'd better make some friends who can keep you awake during class, or at least let you borrow notes."

"We got this," Layla grinned. You grinned back. You let go of each other's hands and began on separate paths to your darshans.

You kept your eyes on the ground, your peripheral vision going just far enough that she could avoid running into others. You knew that if you looked up and saw the vaulted ceiling and crowd of people, the tears you had already fought down would return.

You knew all of this, but you looked up anyway.

"Archons, I can't do this," you whispered, panic overwhelming you. You looked for an exit, anything that would get you out. A familiar face or a room that had a lot less people.

You found a door to a copy room and snuck in, closing the door behind you. You covered your mouth and bit your lip, trying to force the tears to go away.

It didn't work.

You grabbed the chiffon scarf you had worn specifically to distract yourself, tugged it closer around your shoulders and crouched in the corner.

Amidst your panic, you hadn't noticed that the copy room wasn't empty. An older boy watched you silently, shock keeping him quiet.

After some time, you senses started to slowly return to normal. That was when you noticed someone standing in front of you. You breath caught in your throat and you slowly looked up.

The boy with pretty hair and cute animal ears looked at you with wide eyes.

"Are you okay?"

[aching-tummies]

Sugarless Saga: Liquified Jello

Finally got around to trying more of the sugar-free gummies. I managed to eat 15 of them this time.

I ate the gummies around 7AM on an empty stomach. I didn't have my water-bottle with me so all that wound up in my stomach was just the gummies. I was a little disappointed as there wasn't much activity or noises or anything. Eventually, around 2PM I decided to give up and made myself a bowl of instant noodles for my first meal/late lunch. After being disappointed by what I thought was the gummies failing to work, I decided that maybe a little dairy was in order to see if I could upset my tummy that way. I made myself hot chocolate with copious amounts of milk (usually I only put a splash of milk in the drink for fear of a tummy ache).

I guess the gummies need something else in the belly for them to work their magic. By 3PM, my stomach was gurgling up a storm. Like…you know that sensation when you suck jello/jelly through clenched teeth and the stuff sleuces through between your teeth as a liquified, viscous sludge? The sensation of sludge passing through the gaps between teeth--that's the same sensation I felt rumbling around in my guts. Burbles and rumbles from all over my belly.

I was shocked, It had been over 7 hours since I had downed the gummies and there they were. They just needed something else to kick around in my guts. So I guess for future reference, downing the gummies with food or at the very least with water is the way to go--by themselves they don't do much.

Even at 2AM--19 hours since I had eaten the gummies, my belly was still making those "liquifying jello" rumbles. I could feel the sensation throughout my guts and intestines too--like if Flubber was struggling, refusing to be digested and wreaking havoc throughout my guts. It wasn't a stomach ache, but my guts felt unsettled all day--there were the jello-sensations but also just a constant tensing of my guts like they were getting ready for a #2 that never happened.

I'm writing this around 10AM of the next day, 27 hours since I ate 15 sugar-free gummies. The gurgles have stopped and my gut is relatively calm now, but I still feel a slight "sludge" sensation in my intestines. It's not moving around, but it kind of feels like some sludge is clogging up my digestive tract. Maybe I'll feel something if/when I eat today.

As always, feel free to respond to this post in an ask/RP-scenario or whatever.

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Hey! I'm completely in love with your writing and i just saw the ask about the reader being sick and not telling Woozi who ends up finding out, i was wondering if you could do the same but with Hoshi?? if you can't it's totally okay love, thanks im advance (っ˘з(˘ᗜ˘ )

sick with soonyoung! ✧˖°.

this will be the fluffiest fluff to ever fluff

to be honest with you, i feel like hoshi would be incredibly clueless as to you being sick at first

when you're laying in bed with him in the morning, you not being able to sleep all night, he wakes up and turns to you

"morning, pretty!" he greets you sleepily, wrapping his leg over your two legs and cuddling into you

"good morning, soonie," you say slowly, feeling kind of lightheaded

"you should make me breakfast, pretty please~" he coos, making you sigh a bit

"actually, can i kind of sleep in? i'll make it up to you tomorrow, okay, hon?"

he felt bad

he thought "maybe i'm asking for too much? is it too early for this?"

he gets up and goes to cook something simple in the kitchen for you two to eat for breakfast

after you both get ready and he's about to leave you to go to his work, he pulls you in by the waist into a big hug

"you okay, y/n?"

"yeah, i'm pretty good! just tired."

"oh, well, have a good day today, okay?" he whispers into your ear

you hum, nodding, before letting go

he puts one hand on your cheek, dramatically pouting his lips, asking for a kiss

you debate pulling away because you know your throat is bothering you, but you give him the quickest kiss ever

he doesn't notice, though, and leaves all giddy, dancing around because "your kisses give him energy"

later in the day, he calls you during his lunch break, saying, "i missed my baby so much, i need to hear their voice again!"

and when you're on call, you forget to catch yourself when you start sniffling

and that's when immediate alarms went off

"BABY? ARE YOU OKAY?"

"soonyoung, oh my god, you're on speaker-"

"I HEARD YOU SNIFFLING! ARE YOU SICK? IS MY CUTIE BABY SICK?"

"soonyoung, don't worry so much! it's just from the pollen," you excuse

"oh," he says, calming down. "okay! but if you were sick, just tell me because your soonie can help nurse you back to good health."

you quietly sigh at that

your head is pounding, you can only manage to take shallow breaths, your throat feels sore, and you feel nauseous

currently, you were in the breakroom at work alone, lazily sitting in a chair with your head down and eyes closed

"you still there, jagi?"

"oh, yeah, yes. i gotta get back to work soon, though."

"aww, that's too bad," he says. you can practically hear him pout. "well, i'll see you at your home once i'm done with work. i love you so much, pretty."

"okay, love you, handsome," you say, and you can hear him giggle before hanging up the call.

you sigh in relief because you really didn't want to make him worry

when he worries, it becomes too much sometimes

worst case scenario, he'd call a whole week off of work and make you call off of work so he can snuggle you and make you feel better

when you get home, soonyoung is already there

he runs to you like a little kid and gives you a hug

"oh my god, i had the longest day ever," he says, hugging you tightly. "let me tell you all about-"

and then you vomitted over his shoulder onto the floor

he kinda freezes, not immediately understanding what just happened

when you're done, you refuse to pull out of the hug, burrying your head into his neck embarrassed

his eyes are wide for a moment before he starts laughing, patting your back gently

"are you okay now?"

"i'm so sorry."

"what?" he pushes you forward so he can look at you

he wipes your mouth with his sleeve and smiles at you genuinely

"what are you sorry for, hon?"

"i didn't want to tell you i was sick because i didn't want you to worry."

"don't be silly, y/n. you're so cute. you should depend on me sometimes, please. i want to be a good boyfriend to you."

"and you are!"

"well, a good boyfriend would take care of his lover when they aren't feeling well, silly."

"you're right."

"let's get cleaned up, yeah? and then i'll take care of you."

after he helps you clean up, he orders some soup and other yummy foods he says he craves whenever he's sick and INSISTS on feeding you

at the end of the night, he tucks you in and cuddles you, showering your face with many, many kisses

he kisses your forehead so your head doesn't hurt

he kisses your nose so your stuffy nose heals

he kisses your neck so your throat won't bother you

he kisses your tummy so your tummy hurts less

and he kisses your lips so you know he loves you

he offers to sing you to sleep and everything!

overall, even though he may be dramatic about it at first, tell soonyoung when you're not feeling well!

he really wants to help you in any way he can! and he loves you so so so much.

thank you so much for your request (& for reading my other works)! i hope you enjoyed this as much as i enjoyed writing it. feel free to request more! ✧( ु•⌄• )◞◟( •⌄• ू )✧

(p.s. requests are still open! ς(>‿<.))