#i too wish to b cast off into the sun

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Can you maybe write a ghost x reader or a soap x reader? It can be about anything I don't mind :)

Please and thank you!!

Yes yes yes I can do that! I decided to do Reader x Ghost for this one (Soap is still a bit hard for me to put my finger on) so I hope you enjoy a soft slightly angsty beach fic.

Story below the cut

Cast Aside

1.8k Words

Soft angst, tw PTSD referenced (not mentioned but alluded to), tw military life

Simon drew circles in the sand with a stick he’d found a couple of hours ago. He looked up and watched all your closest friends enjoying their time in the sun, laughing and joking and having fun in the water, but he sat all the way back on the beach. He watched you, in particular, among all your friends. You, smiling, laughing, splashing water without a care in the world. How he wished he could join you.

You’d tried to get him to join you earlier, but he had refused steadfastly.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t,” he tried to explain.

“But why?” you asked. The flicker of doubt in his eyes was so subtle that you thought you might have imagined it.

“Don’t like gettin’ wet,” he’d lied.

You knew there was more to it than that, but you let it be. You knew that sometimes, Simon had to be with himself for a bit. Some thorns would get to him in places you never quite managed to touch. You could try to ask him to let you in, but he kept his gardening to himself. It was such a shame he let the roses completely encompass him. 

You were eventually able to pry yourself away from your friends and make your way inland.

You sat on the plush towel Simon had kindly laid out for you earlier. You sat, grumbling about sand getting on the towel and all over your skin, making Simon snort at your misfortune.

You were about to crack back at him when you turned and noticed his attire.

“Are you okay?” you asked.

“How so?” Simon replied.

“Physically,” you clarified as you looked over his arms.

Simon glanced down at the dark long sleeves covering his forearms. He scrunched his brows together under his mask, then turned back to your with a shrug, “Don’t see anything wrong.”

“Well, I mean, you’re kinda just… You look hot,” you finally managed to say.

“Why thank you,” he snorted sarcastically, “you’re lookin’ fine yourself.”

You huff and lightly bat at his arm, “You know that’s not what I mean.”

Simon followed your eyes back to his sleeves, then crossed his arms.

“It’s not too bad,” he said, “nothin’ I can’t handle.”

“You shouldn’t have to ‘handle’ anything,” you reminded him, “we’re here to have fun, remember?”

“You’re meant to have fun. I’m just here for the ride,” Simon replied, a slight edge to his voice.

“We were both invited to the party,” you tucked your knees to your chest as you faced him, “so you’re not intruding on anything, if that’s what you’re worried about. People want you here. I want you here.”

“Why’d you want me here?” Simon scowled.

“Here? Is there something wrong with the beach?” you tried to think back over your history, but there was nothing that could indicate him having any issues with the beach. Nothing except… Oh.

“It’s your scars, right?” you asked.

Simon didn’t say anything. You followed his gaze to your friends, playing and smiling and laughing. All things he couldn’t do with them.

“You could’ve brought some spare clothes, you know,” you chided him lightly.

“I could’ve, but I worried about your friends there askin’ questions,” Simon sighed.

“You could’ve told them to back off,” you tried to offer, but you knew that wasn’t Simon’s way. No, he wouldn’t make any ripples. He wouldn’t want to cause any conflicts, wouldn’t want anyone to be asking questions. No questions, no problems.

You tucked your cheek into your knees and looked over the water.

“Do you like swimming?” you asked.

Simon shrugged, “Swimmin’s swimmin’. Nothin’ too special about it.”

“It’s a nice way to cool off in this heat,” you hummed.

“I’ve got this umbrella here,” he tapped at the handle of the big beach umbrella he’d hidden himself under, “that’s plenty.”

“But do you wish you could go swimming with everyone?” you pushed further.

“Do I wish I could swim with all the others…” he contemplated the question before finally coming to a simple conclusion, “not really, but I wish I could do more things with you. It reminds me of stuff.”

“Things to do with us?” you turned your head to look at him.

Simon took a deep breath and said, “Yeah.”

“I’m guessing not good things,” you gave him a sad smile.

“Not really,” he admitted.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you asked, “the others won’t be in for a bit. We’ve got some time.”

Simon looked out at all the others, then quietly said, “My job controls so much of my life. If I had done anything else, maybe things could be better. We could go to all those summer night parties your friends have. You know the ones I’m talkin’ about, yeah?”

“The ones with all the fireworks and the music?” you bit back a grimace.

“Yeah, those ones,” he closed his eyes, “before I met you, you could do whatever you wanted. No worryin’ about all those loud noises or bright lights or all that junk. You didn’t have to plan to have fun. You just did. But then you met me, and now, “he gestured loosely with his right hand, “I’ve turned everythin’ on its head and… Well… Look at us.”

You desperately wanted to reach out and take his hand, but you’d learned by now. Maybe that was another thing that his job had taught you, was how you had to be careful to not grab him quickly.

“I think I like you more than some dumb party,” you tried to snort playfully, but even you could hear the sadness tinging your voice.

“You always say that, but I don’t know…” Simon finally turned to look at you, “and your friends, they probably have questions about us, don’t they?”

“Sometimes,” you say before you playfully add, “mostly about your mask.”

“My mask?”

“When they first figured out you couldn’t take it off around them, they kept asking me questions like, ‘Can he drink with it?’ or ‘How do you guys go out to a restaurant together?’ and stuff like that,” you grin and add, “I told them how you sometimes forget you have it on and take a drink of water.”

“So they know I’m a right bellend,” Simon rolled his eyes.

“I mean, it is pretty funny,” you shrugged.

Simon huffed, but he didn’t reply.

“Anyways, back to what we were talking about,” you said, “I don’t mind. In fact, I like being with you now more than I liked being alone. Being with you makes me happy.”

“Bein’ with someone like me makes you happy?” he asked incredulously.

“Of course!” now that you got his attention, you could lightly punch his shoulder, “you’re not as bad as you think you are.”

“You say that…”

“And I mean it,” you finished for him, “I think you just get caught up in your own head.”

Simon thought for a moment, then nodded.

“Maybe,” he relented.

“You do!” you laughed, “and I know it’s hard, but you’ve gotta remember that you’re not that bad.”

“I think you’re naive,” he replied with a lighter tone.

“Maybe I am!” you say quickly, “but are you going to be the one to ruin my innocence?”

Simon blinked slowly. He leaned in and whispered, “I’ve ruined your innocence a long time ago sweetheart.”

You blushed and pushed him back with a scoff.

“Okay, fine, sure,” you relent, “but what’s wrong with being naive?”

“Everythin’?” Simon scoffed and shook his head.

“To you, maybe,” you say, “but I’m happy. And I think, in the end, maybe that’s what matters most in this kind of life.”

“In what kind of life? Ours?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you lean back on your hands and cross your leg over your knee, “not quite military, not quite civilian. Somewhere in between,” you smile brightly, “I know you think that you’ve somehow ‘ruined my innocence’ or something, but I’m happy. I think I’m happier now than before. I think,” you paused and looked at him, “I’m happier with you.”

“I don’t see why you would be,” Simon grumbled, “haven’t exactly made your life all rainbows n’ cupcakes.”

“Well,” you look up at the umbrella’s ribbing above you, “for one, it’s nice having some company. Sure, you’re grumpy and bitter and nobody can talk to you until you’ve had your second morning coffee, but the company’s nice. I always know I have someone to come home to.”

“Well if that’s not a low bar-”

“I wasn’t finished,” you cut him off, making him grumble, “alright so… Fuck what was I saying again?”

“Somethin’ about me not bein’ bad company?”

“Yeah! Okay so, you’re great company, and you make me feel safe.”

“Damn well hope so,” Simon muttered.

“Well you do! So yeah, when you’re around, I always feel safer. It’s nice having someone like you around,” you reach your hand up absentmindedly as you traced the umbrella ribbing with your fingers, “when you’re around, I feel like I can finally breathe. It’s like my whole life, I’ve been holding my breath, but then you came in brought me above water. Now that I know what it’s like to actually be able to relax, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Simon, for once, didn’t have something snarky or self-depreciating to say, so you continued.

“And you’re funny.”

“I am not funny.”

“But you are!” you chuckle, “even when you’re not trying to be. It’s like, everyone always takes you so seriously, but if they saw what you were like in your downtime they wouldn’t know how to look you in the eyes. I mean, you play games on your phone when nobody’s looking, you floss your teeth after every meal, and you have a full tea tier list.”

“Dental hygiene is important,” Simon said sagely, “and the tea tier list is of national importance. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

“Well, I think you’re being overdramatic, but that’s part of what makes you funny,” you laughed.

“I don’t think I’m overdramatic,” he said bitterly.

“Okay, maybe overdramatic isn’t the right word,” you conceded, “but you just… You take yourself so seriously all the time, but you don’t have to. Not when you’re with me, at least.”

“I have to,” Simon paused, “for work.”

“So, I’m work?” you asked suspiciously.

“You sure are,” Simon muttered, “a right piece of it, I’ll tell you that much.

You scoff.

“I am not work,” you huff, “but listen, you can calm down. You don’t have to hurt yourself to make other people happy.”

“I don’t do that.”

“But you do. And it scares me,” you get up and look at the water, where your friends are coming towards you from the water. You wave at them, then turn to Simon, “People want you here, regardless of what you think you’re like. When we get home, I can explain it more, but for right now?” you smile warmly at him, “it’s okay. You’ll be okay. I promise.”

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Otis breeding you as part of the family Halloween ritual 🖤

Otis B. Driftwood x Reader - (WARNINGS)

Halloween Breeding Ritual

Please read ALL warnings. Pairing: Otis B. Driftwood x Reader Rating: Explicit Summary: When you and your friends ask for help, you end up as part of a horrific ritual. Warnings: Killer Family, murder, death of a friend, Sexual content, Non-con, Breeding. AN: Follow me for more Halloween Reader Inserts. There'll be less dark ones as well ;) 1.

The car, a useless hunk of metal now, stood desolate on the empty road. You stared at the flat tire, cursing your luck. What a way to celebrate Stacey's bachelorette party, lost and stranded miles away from civilization. Connor, Stacey's friend, shot you a mocking glance. "Nice going," he sneered.

"Shut up, Connor," you muttered, gripping your camera tightly. It was your solace in moments like these, capturing the world's beauty amidst the chaos. Stacey, oblivious to the tension, stood next to the car and held her pink plush bunny ears in her hands. They had been part of the fun costume you and the others had made her wear earlier on, but she had taken them off when you had all piled into the car.

You wished you were trapped on this trip with her alone. Stacey had always been your best friend. It was just unfortunate that you had to share the car with three of her other friends that you barely knew. There was Carrie, Connor and Heather. All people you had never really seen except on Stacey’s birthday.

"Hey, I remember seeing a house not too far back," Heather suggested, trying to break the tense silence. "Maybe we could ask for help?"

The group agreed, and with no other choice, you all began walking towards the supposed house. Connor walked beside Carrie, his girlfriend, whispering something in her ear as they laughed. He annoyed you, mostly because he was ever so present. His voice was loud, his smile dazzling, his physique one for the magazines. But he hadn’t been very kind to you during the trip. Carrie never really said anything to you either. This left Heather and Stacey, but they had been too busy talking about the upcoming wedding, how amazing Brad – Stacey’s fiancé – was, and Stacey’s dress.

Your footsteps crunched on the gravel with each step, the sun setting behind the trees, casting eerie shadows across the path.

As you came closer to the house, your heart raced. Junk littered the ground around it, a creaky wooden gate barely standing guard. The house itself looked like something straight out of a horror movie. Fitting, you thought, reminding yourself it was Halloween.

"Creepy place," Stacey said with a nervous giggle. “Looks like it came out of a horror movie.”

“I’m going to get you,” Heather shouted, crawling up behind Stacey while running her hand up Stacey’s back.

Stacey yelped while the others laughed. “Kill me gently,” Stacey teased. Her laughter was contagious, and soon, everyone joined in, making jokes about the ominous house. You bit your tongue though, and silently stared up at the house that you and the group now approached.

In horror movies the group of stranded young friends always made jokes before the killing started, you thought. No. You had to shake such evil thoughts off of you. This wasn’t a movie. This house was real, and the people who lived in it surely would have a working phone or a spare tire for you.

"Hey, since it is Halloween, we need a kid to collect the candy for us,” Heather said, grabbing the bunny ears from Stacey and placing them on your head. “Trick or treat,” she said laughingly. You frowned, displeased with the mockery, and instantly tried to take them off, but Heather tusked at you and you halted.

“Keep them on,” she simply said. But the grin on her face was anything but kind. “Yeah, don’t be a spoilsport,” Stacey added, sticking out her tongue before she stepped onto the porch. You lowered your hands and your shoulders sagged in defeat.

Let them mock you, you thought. If this brought them joy, then let them laugh and taunt you. After all, you needed to keep up the spirits of the group and God only knew how long you’d be stuck with them until you finally arrived at your destination.

"All right, let's get this over with," Connor said, striding towards the door. With a deep breath, he rang the doorbell.

As the chime echoed through the house, you couldn't shake the feeling that something dark awaited behind that door. The haunting tone of the bell reverberated through your chest, and your grip on the camera tightened. You tried to focus on the present moment, but it was difficult to ignore the lurking dread that threatened to consume you.

The door creaked open, revealing a blonde, matronly woman with kind eyes. "Oh, my! What happened to y'all?" she asked, her voice dripping with concern.

"Uh, we had a flat tire, and we're kinda lost," Connor explained hesitantly. He put on his most charming smile. It had an effect instantly, you could tell, for the woman’s eyes lit up at the display.

"Well, you poor things. Come on in, come on in," the woman insisted, ushering everyone inside. The warmth of the house was a welcome reprieve from the chilly night air.

As soon as the door closed, your heart pounded in your chest, but you tried to shake the feeling of unease. You were led into a cozy kitchen where a blonde young woman sat at the table. Opposite her, a man with long white hair stood leaning against the kitchen wall, a hand in his pocket.

“Well, I’m Mother Firefly,” the woman said, introducing herself. “And this here is Baby,” she said, gesturing at the young woman who was seated at the table. Baby looked up at you all with an excited and bright smile, and waved eagerly. Her cheerful greeting seemed to put some of your friends at ease. She seemed friendly. And she was gorgeous, you thought. She had that cheerleader vibe that many girls craved to have.

Then your gaze shifted to a brooding man leaning against the wall. His white tank shirt seemed messy, covered with spots of grease. His hair seemed unkempt and hung around his frame loosely. Mother Firefly continued, "And this is Otis."

At first, you thought the man to be old because of the grey long hair that fell around his face. But then you realized with a start he must be around your age. Because his grey hair was, in fact, white - as if all the pigment had been lost from it. And his face was much younger than you had expected. But when you saw the odd color of his eyes that only confirmed it. Otis was an albino man. Pale skin, pale hair. Eyes that seemed almost red.

Otis's eyes locked onto yours the moment he saw you, his intense gaze sending shivers down your spine. Something was unnerving about the way he seemed to study you. Suddenly, you remembered the ridiculous bunny ears on your head. Of course, that must explain it. You hastily removed them, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. What a foolish entrance you had made…

"Please, sit down and have some tea," Mother Firefly offered, gesturing to the chairs around the table. “We’ll get your car fixed in a jiffy. Let me call my son Rufus. He’s very good with tires,” she said, rummaging around to pour you some tea.

"Thank you," Stacey replied gratefully, and everyone took their seats.  

“So, what brought you all out here?” Mother Firefly asked curiously while she pulled out a chair to sit down with you.

“Well, it’s Stacey’s Bachelorette party and we’re going to have a little holiday over the weekend,” Heather answered for the whole group. Here she took the time to introduce each member of the group., hesitating when she came to you because she had obviously forgotten your name. You quickly whispered it and glanced down shyly at your tea, not wanting to be involved in this whole conversation. Especially when Baby started to ask about all the juicy details.

It felt odd to hear the others tell about their romances and sexual exploits. It felt even weirder because you felt Otis’s eyes upon you the entire time the others spoke. Shouldn’t he be looking at them? Was there something wrong with you that he kept his sole attention fixed on you?

You shifted in your seat uncomfortably. “So, our lucky bride-to-be ain’t no blushin’ virgin,” Baby recapped, pulling you out of your worried thoughts. You already knew Stacey and Brad had been it at like rabbits – hence Stacey’s cute bunny outfit – but you had not expected her to share all the details with a group of strangers. It somehow seemed disrespectful to you. Even if Baby seemed eager to know every little detail and even if her mother didn’t seem to be bothered by where the conversation was headed.

“How about you?” Baby suddenly turned to you and nudged you with her elbow. She waited, but you only glanced up at her with a frown.

“Not quite a talker, eh?” Baby asked, curiously cocking her head and faking a pout as she did so.

You felt your cheeks flush. “N-Not really into all of that,” you admitted hoarsely.

Luckily, the answer was enough, for Baby seemed to catch your distress and flashed you a comforting smile. “That’s all right, love. Nothing to be ashamed of,” and then, to your great relief, she turned her attention back to the group.

As you sipped the warm tea, conversation flowed around you. Despite the unsettling atmosphere of the house, the family seemed hospitable. During the conversation, you couldn't help but notice how Mother Firefly kept throwing you glances every now and then. It was making you worry that there was something weird about you. Was there something on your face? You felt your hair again but you had taken the bunny ears off. Mother Firefly seemed to have caught the gesture and flashed you a smile as if to say it was all right, but you didn’t feel as if it was.

And to add to your worry, Otis was growing increasingly moody. He grumbled under his breath and abruptly left the table, frustration evident in his tense body language.

"Please excuse him," Mother Firefly said with a sigh. "He's not used to company."

"Is everything okay?" you inquired softly, concern lacing your voice despite the churning unease within you.

"Everything's fine, dear,” she said, eyes gently upon you. “He's been working on one of his new art projects and your arrival just got him inspired. Just enjoy your tea," she reassured, her eyes flicking briefly to where Otis had disappeared.

"All right," you murmured, continuing to drink the tea. While the others kept talking, you felt a sudden drowsiness wash over you, making it difficult to keep your eyes open. Your fingers rested loosely around your cup as you fought to stay awake. What were they talking about now? Your friends' voices seemed to grow distant, and before you knew it, darkness enveloped you as you succumbed to sleep.

2.

The sound of Otis's voice pulled you from the depths of slumber, his words seeping into your consciousness. "Those bunny ears... Oh man….they were a sign, I tell you."

Your heart raced as you realized he was standing somewhere near you, probably talking about you. Slowly, your eyes fluttered open to find yourself in the middle of a demonic circle, surrounded by flickering candles and eerie symbols etched onto the floor. The air was thick with a sense of malevolence as if you had stumbled upon some sort of twisted, witch-like offering.

What the hell had happened? Were you having a nightmare? Why then did your head hurt so?

"Wh-what's going on?" you stammered, fear gripping your throat as the dull pounding in your head slowly started to fade.

"Welcome back," Otis sneered, his pale face looming over you, a bit too close for comfort. Black makeup traced lines on his pale skin, making him seem more like a cheaply painted skeleton. “You're just in time for our family Halloween ritual."

Otis sat hunched over you, his white hair tickling your skin, and you flinched. The foul stench of his breath, mixed with sweat and other undefined smells reached your nose. You closed your eyes and turned your head to the side, earning you a deep laugh from him.

“Seems my Bunny is eager to get started,” you heard him say, and tried not to think of the denigrating nickname he had thought up for you.

The sound of fabric crackling indicated he stood up. Faintly, you heard Baby’s voice in the background, saying something about it being time to have some fun. Muffled voices of your friends echoed somewhere in the distance. Where were they?

You slowly opened your eyes. To your relief, Otis had indeed moved away and stood at the edge of the circle. He was now wearing a large black cape, but his normal clothes were still underneath: the dirty tank shirt and the jeans with holes in them.

Your gaze darted around the room, searching for your friends. They were huddled together at one end, and to your shock, they seemed to be gagged and tied together. You saw the traces of blood on their skin and their clothes. Connor seemed to be missing part of his face, an ugly hole revealed the bone of his skull. It made your eyes turn wide in fear. Carrie, next to Connor, stood at such an angle that you couldn’t quite see her face, but you could hear her muttered pleas through the gag. Was she trying to tell Connor to stay alive? Or was she pleading for her own?

The group was bound by ropes that dug cruelly into their flesh. Despite their wounds, they were alive – but their eyes held a terror that mirrored your own. Especially when your eyes met those of Stacey. Your gorgeous friend. Ugly deep lacerations marred her perfect skin. You quickly tore your eyes away from her.

Footsteps signaled the approach of someone. By the sight of the shoes that came into your vision, you knew it had to be Otis again. But there was snickering from the edge of the circle and when you glanced up you realized there were more people gathered there. Not just Baby, but Mother Firefly stood at the side, watching you calmly. There were a few other men who stood there, making themselves comfortable. One, with the weird makeup of a clown smudged on his face, had taken his meat into his hand and was already battering it before the show had even started. What the heck was going on, you thought in alarm.

"Please, don't hurt them," you begged, tears streaming down your cheeks. "We didn't do anything to you."

Otis ignored your pleas, his fingers digging painfully into your arm as he dragged you into the center of the circle. You tried to resist, but your limbs felt weak, still heavy with sleep.

"Tonight, you become part of our family," he whispered menacingly, his breath hot against your ear. "I'm going to breed you, make you carry my child."

"Please, no!" you cried out, struggling futilely against his grip. You could feel your sanity unraveling, your mind consumed by terror. This man, this monster, could not mean to defile you in such a way. You were not ready for any of this. Not ready to be a mom, to have a child, to carry the offspring of someone as vile as him.

Someone who was hurting your friends…

"Shut up!" Otis snarled, silencing your protest. He towered over you, his presence both commanding and ominous. It was clear that your fate was sealed, and there was nothing you could do to stop him.

A chant erupted from Baby and some of the other spectators. Wonderfully melodic, considering the foul ritual that was about to take place. You tried to cover yourself up with your arms, but Otis tore them away from your chest, revealing yourself to him.

While you’d been out, someone appeared to have swapped your clothes for something far scarcer. You’d noticed it when you’d felt the cold air brush past your naked arms and shins. You were donned up. Glittering panties and a revealing contraption that did little to hide your breasts, as if it were some kind of holster rather than a bra. Your breasts peaked out and must have been on display all along. But the worst of all was when Otis flipped you over and made you sit on hands and knees, and you realized there was a slight weight on your head.

The pink bunny ears. He’d put them back on, you realized with a sob.

A tear, and whatever flimsy panties you had on were gone. With his hands firmly on your hips, Otis shouted out a few inexplicable words, either in a language you’d never heard or some kind of made-up song. As the ritual commenced, the air crackled with dark energy, and you couldn't help but wonder if you would make it out of this nightmare alive.

"Welcome to the family," Otis hissed, his voice dripping with malevolence as he entered you in one firm thrust.

The world came to a standstill.

His cock was stretching you open, throbbing deep inside your core. You gritted your teeth and tried to keep from crying out loud, but it was hard. Your hands curled into fists. You felt Otis stare down at you, his gaze burning while he remained motionless.

Your spectators cheered. “For the family,” you heard one of them shout. You felt Otis’s cock pulse deep inside. Then, he moved. His body pressed heavily against yours, a dark shadow overwhelming your senses. His breath was hot and ragged, punctuating each thrust as he forced himself inside you. You couldn't help but let out quiet whimpers of pain, feeling utterly humiliated and helpless.

"Silence," Otis growled, his fingers pressing into your throat – just enough to make you gasp for air.

You were starting to see stars when his grip finally faltered and you could breathe again. Taking deep gulps of breath, you tried not to focus on the salacious wet sounds that came from between your legs. You tried not to think of what his man was doing to you, or how his cock was battering your insides mercilessly.

His low groans filled your ears, and you winced when he pulled your hair, forcing your head back up and your back to arch awkwardly. Your breasts swung with each thrust, up and down, delighting the viewers. You heard coarse curses and increasingly wet sounds as some of the other family members were coming to a climax. Spunk was shot through the air, landing a few feet away from you, tainting the satanic circle.

You were relieved it hadn’t landed upon you, but the relief was only short-lived when a particularly hard thrust made it hard to think, reminding you of Otis’s promise.

“That’s right, Buny,” you heard his voice rasp behind you. A slap against your hips before he gripped them tight again and forced you to move along his cock. “Let me put a little Firefly in that pretty little tummy of yours.”

You felt the burning of his gaze leave your back when he addressed your bound and gagged friends at the other side. “Hear that? Your friend loves to milk my cock.” A low chuckle escaped him. You were vaguely aware of Baby and some of the others laughing.

“Gotta milk my cock, aren’t ya, Bunny?” This one was directed at you, but it was hard to focus. His hand had slipped from your hip to your breast, kneading it hard. You gasped, unable to bite back your reaction. Your walls clamped down on him hard, earning you another pleased groan.

“That’s it, girl. Take every drop,” his hips slammed against your own, wet sounds mingling. It was an evil betrayal, but your body responded well to him. The pain between your legs ebbed away and was replaced by something more passionate; a sensation of warmth and pleasure. Your walls pulsed around his shaft, eager to cum.

“Fuck,” Otis cursed in your ear. “Gotta milk my cock so baby can milk your tits, eh? Gotta grow nice and full for us, aren’t ya?”

You wanted to say no, wanted to protest or push him away from you. But his thrusts grew more desperate, more erratic, and his weight was still forcing you down on your hands and knees. You couldn’t help but slump over once his hand left your breast to guide your hips again, and you rested your forehead on your hands, gasping with each deep thrust of the devilish cock inside of your core.

You felt him hit the end of you; felt how his cockhead pushed against your cervix as if he wanted to open you up completely.

A few more harsh thrusts brought back the pain through the building pleasure, and Otis came. He made sure to bury his cock deep inside, groaning as his cum shot forth. You gasped, tears rolling down your cheeks at the feel of warmth flooding your womb. Your body trembled, and though you knew it was physically impossible, your breasts started to feel tense and full. Your stomach ached and your pussy pulsed around Otis’s cock. You hadn’t come yet. Dammit. You’d been so close.

Having reached his climax, a twisted grin spread across Otis’s face. He pulled out slowly, a trail of cum and blood dripping down your cunt and onto the dirt floor below. Your pussy twitched, eager for release. Instead, all it did was push the cum forth for everyone to see. And as you rolled over to your back, you could tell through the hazy spell you were in that his family was still watching. How their eyes were primed on your opened legs.

Without missing a beat, Otis began chanting in an ancient, guttural language. The ritualistic words echoed around the room, reverberating through your very core – chilling you to the bone. You had felt empty and violated, but upon hearing his words, your body started to heat up again. Your pussy pulsed wildly, clamping down on something that wasn’t there. But it was enough. You came, shrieking in surprise as your body reacted violently to his chant.

Otis stood between your legs once more, pushing his already hardening cock inside you in one go. You could see his face now as he took you, see his discolored teeth and his lips curled in a snarl while he started to pick up a quick pace. You felt his heavy balls slapping against your ass. How had they refilled this quickly, you wondered in shock?

But another ripple shook your body as another orgasm washed over you. You cried out, loudly this time, not caring if anyone would see or hear. This was pleasure. Absolute, horrific pleasure. Your pussy pulsed around his shaft, begging him, milking him. Again. And Again. You felt as if there had been no end to your orgasm.

Candles flickered wildly, casting eerie shadows on the walls. Your friends whimpered in their bonds, their eyes wide with terror as they watched the horrifying scene unfold before them. With a final, triumphant shout, Otis finished his incantation, and with it, he came inside of you once more. The room seemed to shudder under the weight of his dark power, and you struggled to keep from collapsing beneath him.

Then, the room grew silent.

You lay twitching underneath Otis’s larger frame, body pulsing in the aftermath of your orgasm. His cum had oozed from your joined bodies, your pussy lips felt raw as they enveloped his softening shaft. He pushed inside a few times for good measure as if to remind you of your duty to bear his child. The devil’s spawn.

With lips parted in a silent gasp, you looked up at him and saw how he opened his dark red eyes. Slowly, a grin crawled upon his lips. He reached out a hand and tapped something above your head. The bunny ears, you thought with a shock.

“I think it caught,” he murmured only for you to hear. “But for good measure, we shall have to do this a few more times. Hope you're not allergic to my cock. You’re gonna be ridin’ it for a good while to come.”  He chuckled at his own joke, but you felt no joy to join him.

Instead, your eyes went wide at the promise, realizing that Otis did not intend to lock you away until you’d given birth to a child. No. He was going to keep you as a little sex toy. A woman he could use for his own deprived pleasure. You’d have to do this again and again. The thought chilled you to the bone.

But Otis was already pushing himself up, grabbing your legs to pull them up while he studied the mess he’d made inside. Sticky sperm combined with your own juices were covering up your entrance. Your pussy pulsed, weaker now, but still enough to make it seem like it was gobbling up the mixture of cum.

The demonic man between your legs grinned at the sight and then shook his head before he let go of you. Your knees fell to either side, leaving your abused pussy on display. But you no longer cared for modesty. They had seen it all, hadn’t they?

As he turned away from you, Otis’s malicious gaze fixed upon your friends. “Well, thank ya’ll for coming to see our yearly Halloween ritual,” he said, although you wondered if any of your friends were listening to him. Most of them were jabbering nonsense behind their gags, squirming beneath their bonds in an attempt to either get away or plead for mercy.

Mercy, you thought sardonically. As if that existed in a place like this.

You rolled your head to the side and brought a hand up to your head. You ran your fingers past the soft fur of Stacey’s pink bunny ears. Cursed, you thought, as the afterglow of the sex finally left your body, and your senses started to return to you.

“As this is a yearly show,” you heard Baby’s excited voice but did not feel as if you had the energy to turn your head and watch them. “We have a little sacrifice to make to the Gods. Well, our God, anyway.” She sounded like a cheerleader all right. Especially when she excitedly shouted “Satan!”

You heard the desperate gasps from your friends at this revelation. They must know that their end was in sight.

“Now, usually, we only have the sacrifice part to look forward to. But I think your friend over there, provided that she’ll live long enough to bear Otis’s children, might be in for a treat each year, starting now.”

Wait the fuck. You held your breath. Did they just say you had to endure this sadistic ritual every Halloween from now on? You felt panic seize your heart at the thought that you would not only be subjected to this disgraceful treatment again each year, as long as you stayed alive, but that you would also be used as a cock sleeve by Otis the whole year round from now on.

You closed your eyes and tried to block out all sounds. Otis’s breeding Bunny. That’s all you were reduced to now. How could a small fun trip have gone this wrong?

"But as you guessed, your lives end here," Baby declared cheerfully to your friends. You heard them howl behind their gags in response. “Ah, don’t worry,” she cooed at them, almost lovingly. “Otis will make sure we get you all nicely prepped so you can stay with us in our museum forever.”

Her laughter pierced through the darkness of the night. Stalking towards them like a predator closing in on its prey, Otis and Baby made their way over to your friends. You did not see it. Did not deign to watch their suffering as their lives came to an end one by one.

Instead, you lay on the floor, in the middle of the circle, breathing heavily. You felt the cooling sticky goo between your legs and prayed it would not take. That you could escape this twisted house and make your way home. Start a new life there.

But as silence filled the area, the Firefly family crowded around you, smiling and cooing as if welcoming a newborn into their twisted fold. It was a sign that your friends were gone. Dead.

"Such a precious addition to our family," Mother Firefly crooned, gently stroking your hair.

You felt hands grasp your arms, helping you up.

"Otis's child will be strong," Tiny rumbled, his monstrous form looming above you.

"Congratulations, darling," Baby giggled, her eyes gleaming with a perverse excitement. "You'll learn to love it here."

You noticed that Otis stood quietly in front of you, staring down at you with an expression you couldn’t decipher. Fresh blood stained his hands and colored his shirt a deep crimson. He leaned down, his lips brushing against yours in a forceful, possessive kiss that left you breathless and shivering. The hands of the other Firefly members forced you in place so that you were unable to pull away.

The taste of him was vile, like blood and smoke and mold. Nonetheless, he deepened the kiss. His tongue surprised you, brushing past yours until it hit the back of your throat, nearly making you gag. You tried hard to breathe, to cooperate with this demanding kiss. But once it finally broke, you panted heavily, bare breasts heaving up and down. Otis didn’t even look down at them. You felt his hand run through the back of your hair while his lust-craven eyes sought to meet yours. The darkness in them frightened you.

 “Take my little Bunny to my room,” he commanded. The men who held your arms hoisted you up to your feet. A sickening quelch could be heard from your legs as globs of cum released from your core and dripped onto the floor.

“Might have to do it again, son,” you heard Mother Firefly say to Otis. It sounded so matter-of-factly… as if you were a cow that needed to be bred. Do it again? Your body flushed warm at the thought of Otis inside of you again. A physical betrayal. This wasn’t you.

Had his demonic ritual caused that effect?

You heard Otis laugh. “Yeah, that one won’t get away,” you heard him tell Mother Firefly. And as the men guided you away, you heard his ominous whisper follow you like a ghost.

“Welcome to our family, little Firefly. Enjoy your stay. I know I will…”

His words were a dark promise that echoed in the deepest recesses of your soul. The Firefly family's twisted games had only just begun. And as the night wore on, you knew one thing for certain: there would be no escaping the Firefly family. Not now.

Not ever.

~ Fin ~

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[saudariel]

the playlist! my contribution to the adar prayer circle lmao 🕯️🕯️🕯️

heavy, aggressive alt/metal. lots of saudar vibes because i feel like their dynamic is so central to adar's arc. or what we've seen of it at least! some of the songs are purely vibes based, some are more based on lyrics. honestly i made this for gifmaking and for background noise when i'm at work but can't escape the Brainrot, so it's not a fully fleshed out character playlist, but i'll add more to it (if our man lives 💀)

enjoy! lyrics under the cut 👀

listen on Spotify here

moth // HELLYEAH

I've been cast out, sequestered Pushed the fuck around Blindsided, beaten Locked up and bound Always thought I was human But maybe I was wrong I've been treated like an animal Since the day I was born The wounds that I wear like the crown upon a king So heavy they lie with all the pain that they bring My life is full of longing, but for what I'll never know I've been drawn into the fire as I reap what I sow

blood // bad omens

There's no rest for the wicked There's not a home underneath the mud And we're all dead, so what's the difference Between a god and a loaded gun? I am the sun, rain, the ocean I am the flood, flames, the chosen It's in our blood, it's on our breath It's in the taste between life and death

soft spine // spiritbox

Soft spine, ascending up to meet my Eyes wide, I am a witness to your regicide The dissolution of your soft spine You all deserve each other You steal the echo from their ghosts You pick your teeth with sacred bones I hate the ones that love you And those who profit from you It's time to reap the tide you sow

god's image // mike's dead

If I was made in God's fucking image Is he as fucked up as I am? Is he sick like me? Is he sick like me? Is he sick like me? If I was made inside the holy system Where the fuck are all my friends? Only space to leave, only space to leave, only space to leave

DEAD THRONE // arankai

Look what you've done, all your skeletons have come to life On a dead throne, tell me how you sleep at night All your sins will be paid in blood a hundred times This isn't retribution, this is fucking regicide

alpha & omega // king 810

Welcome to the truth God made me in His image, who the fuck made you? You want my voice from me? You can have it just know I sound like this, because the Devil has my throat I make your insides shift, that is my gift The sea parts, and then comes the flood And men have died to make this, you can't imitate shit The talent I have, I paid for in blood

house of cards // deadlands

You may think that you have leverage But I'll lay this shit down Think that you're a high-roller Just a joker and a clown Under the gun You'll confess to all the wrongs you've done And when push comes to shove There's nowhere you can run

welcome to hell // mike's dead

I bet you thought that i was finished but I'm back at the gates I am back with the demons and embers and flames And I am not alone I brought a couple million souls So you can see for yourself I'm the king, I'm the goat As above, so below where the light is removed And your death is in bloom on the path seldom took I am here, I am now in the shadows of doom You can call this hell, but I call this home

counting bodies like sheep // a perfect circle

I'll be the one to protect you from Your enemies and all your demons I'll be the one to protect you from A will to survive and a voice of reason I'll be the one to protect you from Your enemies and your choices, son They're one in the same, I must isolate you Isolate and save you from yourself

necessary evil // motionless in white

Strip off the weight of mortality and check it at the door I'll show you the worst in me Blow out the candles, I need not a wish for I am everything Now crawl to my boots and lick (kneel before me) Imma have my cake and fucking eat you too It's my party and I'll die when I want to Die when I want to, die when I want to The monster you've made is wearing the crown I'll be the king and you'll be the clown I'll take the blame, parade it around You've made me the villain you can't live without

before i forget // slipknot

Stapled shut, inside an outside world and I'm Sealed in tight, bizarre but right at home Claustrophobic, closing in and I'm Catastrophic, not again I'm smeared across the page and doused in gasoline I wear you like a stain, yet I'm the one who's obscene Catch me up on all your sordid little insurrections I've got no time to lose, I'm just caught up in all the cattle I am a world before I am a man I was a creature before I could stand I will remember before I forget

black sheep // crown the empire

You kick me in the teeth, then pin me to the ground You take the sickest part of me and spit it out your goddamn mouth All my life I've been running with the black sheep Cast me out, watch me come back as king

exit wounds // bad omens

Raised by wolves in sheep's clothes that abandoned me But taught me to get up when I fall to my knees Man makes monster, monster kills man Taking your crown's always been part of the plan

villain arc // bury tomorrow

These walls can't hold us No prisoners Godless, no control I'll say it, "Fuck your halo" This world can't take us No prisoners, Godless evermore Fuck your halo Destined to go through hell For this fire inside of me I am labelled an enemy And I like the way it burns It's like they'll never learn

WAR // mike's dead

All of my life I’ve been yearning for violence I’d sell my soul just to burn in the riots All of my life I’ve been clinging to pain I need someone to blame For these thoughts in my brain Feel the blood on my chin I’ve been off of my shit don’t tempt me Feel the parasites in my skin Didn’t know I could feel this empty Who’s at fault, for my lack of resolve?

red // woe, is me

Now I'm free, you goddamned leech Fuck your pulpit, and fuck what you preach You may have the world at your feet But nothing in this life is concrete You’re self-indulgent at my expense So let me give you my two cents

power // king yosef

This being was made a long time ago I've peeled the wound and I let it show Change for better or worse Perpetuate pain 'til the flesh meets the Earth I've always been like this, it sits in my skin Reinvent myself, won't let you in You do all you can, I do all I want The things that make a man The things that make a God

crushed // deadlands

I'm done being seen as a motherfucking pawn You use and abuse me to get what you want I'm done being burned and a game that you play I'm so fucking sick I'll do it my way We'll do it my way The predator is now the prey Enough is enough Now you're the one who's fucking crushed

remember me // dal av, andy cizek

Amidst a violent night, there is a dying star Mired in lies and spite, it's fading from afar I used to chase the sun, now I'm afraid of it But if I'm honest, I never thought I would get this far I was a loaded gun, now I'm in front of one A catatonic cycle, over and over Am I alive? Am I a phantom? What was on fire is now but a fading ember Will I survive? Is there an answer? And if I die now, will anyone remember?

higher than death // 3TEETH

How should we die? Our beautiful freedom Can't keep it alive when you can't find the meaning Look at us now, beaten and bleeding I'm higher than death It's theft, everything they took from us And left lies, lies, lies What's left? Motherfucking selfish greed As they let us die

the hell i overcame // bad omens

Oh, did you really think the pain Would send me to an early grave? Did you think I couldn't break these chains After all the hell I overcame? God, please, forgive those who doubt me Forgot about me Then throw them down into the flames

burned at both ends // motionless in white

Nothing is like it was before I know not who I am anymore Chasing something that's behind me When will I be set free? Broken promises left to mend Burning the candle at both ends No light to find my way back home But I don't know where home is anymore The sinking ship has washed ashore

burned at both ends II // motionless in white

Leaving you behind left me aimless Staring in the mirror and I feel like I'm faceless The only thing I know is that I'd rather die Than live in a world where you still control my life The curse you left, it ends tonight Even if I have to tear out my insides Never again will this heart be your home I'll be happy as someone else Today, I found my open door I set my sights on something more I'm done reliving the pain you dealt me I'm sick of trying to take back time Today, I live for something more

[waitineedaname]

20 questions for 20 writers!

tagged by @buffintruder thank you!!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

89 ! that feels like a lot

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

355,274 which also feels like a lot!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

usually whatever I'm hyperfixating on at the time! right now it's mdzs/the untamed, but I've got some scum villain wips in the works

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Handsome Mystery Boy -- Skam soulmate AU

hot dilfs in your area (not clickbait!!1!) -- HLVRAI modern au

Strider Bros Feelings Jam -- Homestuck post-canon

Let's Get This Over With -- HLVRAI dream-sharing

The Secret Boyfriend -- TAZ Balance modern au

5. Do you respond to comments?

usually! it might take me a bit, but I usually try to respond, especially if it's a more recent fic. if it's an old fic or the comment is just, like, a string of heart emojis or something, I usually don't respond. doesn't mean the comment doesn't make me smile though!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

tbh I don't write a whole lot of angsty endings? even if it's an angsty fic, I try to end on at least a hopeful/bittersweet note, y'know? I guess the angstiest ending would be Frayed Seams because it's in the middle of the series and is giving context to the strained relationship between the Kageyama siblings. they do eventually begin to mend their relationship by the end of the series! just. not in this fic.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

this is once again rather hard because I mostly write happy endings! and I have a lot of short fics that are just. pure fluff. I guess if I'm looking for a fic that's long enough to Earn a happy ending, it would be a tie between Plant Their Hearts In Community Gardens or the sun in the summertime! I love how much Mob and Reigen's lives have improved by the end of the show <3

8. Do you get hate on fics?

not that comes to mind! I don't think I've ever gotten hate comments, so if people don't like my stuff they at least only complain about it somewhere I can't see it, which I appreciate

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

not really! I am usually a genfic writer lol though I have had wlwangxian robot sex on the brain lately for. reasons. and also I have a feeling some of my bingqiu fics are going to be like, scenes in the Middle of them having sex, because [gestures] bingqiu

10. Do you write crossovers?

I haven't done a whole lot of them, but I think the concept can be fun if executed properly! crossovers where the two casts meet don't generally appeal to me, but crossovers that function more like an au (characters from Series A in the universe of Series B) are more my speed. I have been pondering a svsss/hlvrai crossover....

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

god I hope not

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yeah! I've had a couple fics translated into Russian, way long ago

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

not in a "we both were writing the fic in its entirety" way but I have written some aus and fics where I was bouncing ideas off friends so much that they might as well be a co-author. Let's Get This Over With would not exist without @neonlav's help

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

oh christ I have no idea. I'm a genfic person. bingqiu is doing something vile to my brain chemistry lately though

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

so many... so so many......... do not look in my google docs folder, there are too many untitled documents that have been abandoned........... I guess a more recent example would be a mdzs fic where wei wuxian is the juniors' camp counselor. I think the idea was v fun but I could not figure out where to take it. man I wish I was an artist so I didn't have to write plots for my silly little aus

16. What are your writing strengths?

dialogue! I love writing dialogue, especially when I feel like I really Get a character

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

fight scenes.... also pacing and figuring out how to end a fic, final lines are so hard

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I am not fluent enough in another language to pull off writing whole chunks of dialogue in another language! sometimes I'll use terminology from another language, especially if it doesn't translate well (like Japanese or Chinese honorifics and family terms) but otherwise I don't write in another language bc I would be too worried about it being incorrect

19. First fandom you wrote for?

it was, embarrassingly, for the since disgraced video game youtuber Cryaotic. in my defense, I was thirteen. the first fandom I posted fic for was for Hetalia, which is just as embarrassing. once again, my defense is that I was fourteen

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I am genuinely so goddamn proud of Let's Get This Over With. I had so much fun writing it, there are some concepts in it that I'm really proud of, and I just really enjoyed writing for hlvrai. those character voices were fun to play with

I'll tag @patron-saints, @scribefindegil, @localdisasterisk, @thatneoncrisis, and @notedchampagne!

[dndorkdoggo]

O' Lily of My Valley

Glib has seen his love grow old too many times, he just wishes there was a way to keep him around.

Goodbid/Glib (3583 words) TW: Lots of Death Talk

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Glib is old. Not physically, he stopped aging a millennia ago, but mentally.

He’s seen cities rise and fall, walked the streets of plague-ridden villages, and held the hands of dying soldiers who were shot in a war they never wanted to fight. He’s known the corrupt rulers who are too arrogant to fear death, the coughs of children too young to understand what it truly means to die, and young men who call out for their mother on their death bed, only to meet him. He’s buried everyone in his family, all the people he grew up with, and all of their kids several times over.

He was the first to become a God, and he was just unlucky enough to become the permanently immortal God of Death, doomed to walk Vontral alone.

Except he’s not quite alone.

Sure, there’s Callum, the insane God of Dreams, but there is also a certain half-elf mortal who gets reincarnated every 200 years, and always seems to come back with an infatuation with death.

“Those are bad for you, you know,” Glib says as he pulls his hood off his head, his brown hair falling limply in front of his deep green eyes while he steps out of the darkness from beside the man. The setting sun casts long shadows across the buildings, giving an ethereal, almost spooky look.

“So you’ve said,” the mustached man says nonchalantly. He’s leaned against a brick building in Bowenburg, watching the mostly empty streets while blowing smoke from a cigar that hangs loosely from his lips. His eyes stay transfixed on the unaware people in front of them, unbothered. He knew Glib would come to him.

The god scowls as he grabs the cigar from his mouth and puts it in his own, sliding to stand next to the taller man. The smoke fills his mouth and floods his airless lungs before he lets it slowly seep from his mouth like a dragon. “I mean it, it’ll fucking kill you,” he growls.

“Death doesn’t scare me,” he says cheekily.

“I should,” Glib says snappily. “Most people are fuckin’ terrified of me.”

“Well, I’m not most people, now am I?” he shoots back, mirth twinkling in his coal-black eyes.

For a moment, Glib considers telling him everything, the reincarnations, the old love, the lifelong relationships, all of it, but he stops. “No, no you aren’t,” he settles on instead.

“Besides,” the half-elf begins slowly, grabbing the cigar back from the god, “An early death just means eternity with you sooner.”

“Goodbid,” Glib growls, though all his previous names sit heavy on his tongue. Lawrence is always the first to come to his mind because it was the first, followed by Naethan, Plutos, and Milburn, but this time it’s Goodbid. Johnny B. Goodbid. “You’d be with me for eternity anyway, why are you fuckin’ wasting the time you have among your friends and family.”

“My family won’t talk to me no more, not since I began workin’ in your bidness,” Goodbid brushes off easily. “And Mr. Goodbid works alone, I ain’t got friends other than Death himself.”

Glib growls, but knows there’s no way to convince the half-elf. There never is. “Why are you here anyway? Aren’t your stomping grounds Riftreach and east of it?”

“Yeah, but I heard a rumor of this dope ass horse that walks the town at night.” The taller looks at him with a cheesy grin. “And I want him.”

“Her,” Glib corrects, “And you can’t be serious, you came all the way out here to try to catch a horse?”

“What? I’m a man of style and that white horse is stylin’!” Goodbid jokes. He snuffs the end of his cigar on the brick wall as the sun disappears over the horizon.

“Let me get this straight, your plan is to what? Stake out here until a pretty white pony comes prancing through town and then you are going to try and what? Catch her?” he questions, his irritation at the plan slipping into his words.

He has to admit that it does sound like something that he would do.

Every iteration of him always loved horses, and Milburn, the reincarnation before Goodbid, had a gorgeous brown and white horse that he lost on the coast just east of Bowenburg. The horse was given to him by his father the Friday before his death, so Milburn named her Friday and treated her like royalty, often better than he even treated himself, so losing her was the worst thing imaginable for him. For nearly ten full years, Milburn searched for that horse day and night, begging Glib every night to promise him that Friday hadn’t died yet and that there was still time. The search for her killed the half-elf, but the horse never did die. Well. The horse, unless she gained immortality through magical means, died sometime after Milburn, but Glib pointedly refused to check because an angry part of him would try to take his wrath out on an innocent horse who got spooked in the middle of the night and ran off.

Distantly, Glib wonders if Goodbid’s infatuation with this infamous white horse is the past echoing through him.

“Hey now,” the mustached man begins, bringing the shorter out of his train of thought, “I thought you promised me you ain’t a mind reader!”

“Goodbid,” Glib groans, using a bit of irritation to mask the fear that he would lose this reincarnation to horse hunting as well.

He laughs. “What? I think it’s an excellent plan, thank ya very much.”

The Death God levels a flat look at him before shaking his head and stepping back towards the shadows, drawing his hood up.

“She doesn’t come out until about two,” Glib explains. “You might want to sleep until then.”

Without hesitation Goodbid sits down in the alleyway with his back to the brick wall.

“What- no- I meant-” the Death God sputters.

“I ain’t gonna spend money on a bed if I’ll just have to kill the staff that sees me,” Goodbid, ever the penny pincher and hitman, reasons. “I ain’t exactly supposed to be in Bowenburg.”

“And the better option is to just sleep in the alleyway?” Glib questions, gesturing to the many ways that he could be spotted and captured.

Goodbid just smiles up at him. “But my guardian angel wouldn’t let that happen, would he?” he asks cheekily, already settling against the wall and closing his eyes.

“I’m not your fucking guardian angel!” the shorter retorts, but it doesn’t come out as hostile as he intended it to.

“Then why are you always here for me?” Goodbid questions, sleep edging into his voice.

Glib is silent for several minutes, as he watches the other’s chest rise and fall until it evens out into sleep before he answers. “Because you’ve always been here for me.”

Despite himself, the human mutters a small spell that would redirect anyone’s attention away from the alley, fulfilling his role as guardian angel as he settles against the opposite wall, alternating between watching the half-elf sleep and watching the empty streets of the college town.

A chill settles in the air after a while, causing Glib to drape his cloak over the sleeping man to keep him from shivering in his dreams before he tilts his head back and bathes in the cold air as it blows across his icy skin. He lets his eyes drift up to the sky and traces over the stars that have been named and renamed by every new generation of scholars.

He thinks about old times when he and Lawerence- no, it was Naethan then- used to star gaze. The half-elf would name the stars and constellations easily before asking Glib for their old names, and in every language the old god could think of.

He stares silently at the sky until his mind inevitably wanders into the song that seems to live within his brain.

“Lily, o’ lily of my valley won’t you stay the summer long?” he sings softly, remembering the first time he sang it to Goodbid.

“Fall leaves me tired and winter is cold without the sweet ring of your bells to keep my body warm.”

Although he had been Plutos at the time.

“Your lips are poison and your love leaves me dizzy, o’ lily of my valley, won’t you just kiss me?”

He had been so nervous to show him the words, worried he’d understand what it actually meant.

“Summer grows near, your time comes to an end, and until springtime, I can’t kiss you again.”

But Plutos was none the wiser.

“Lily, o’ lily of my valley can’t you stay this summer long?”

He had asked Glib to sing it to him whenever he was upset, like a lullaby.

“Lily, o’ lily of my valley, I will miss you while you’re gone.”

And he had it sung to him on his deathbed.

“Beautiful song,” Goodbid says groggily as he sits up, causing Glib to jump.

“Jesus!” he hisses.

“Nope, just Goodbid, but I’ll give it to ya, Mr. Death, you were pretty close,” Goodbid teases.

Glib swallows the uneasy feeling of being called “Mr. Death,” but it’s not like this Goodbid knows any better. Glib stopped telling them his name in hopes that one day he would remember on his own.

“What time is it, anyway?” the half-elf asks, stretching like a cat, the Death God’s cloak pooling in his lap as it falls off his shoulders. “Do I got time to catch a few more Z’s?”

Glib looks back to the sky, tracking the moon. “No, your internal clock was fucking spot on,” the Death God mutters. “It’s nearly 2 a.m. exactly.”

“Well, hot-diggity-dog!” he says with a manic grin. “Well, let’s get on movin’!” He stands up, straightening his clothes and mustache as he throws the cloak back over the short man.

“Mustache, do you even have a clue where you’re going?” Glib says as he steps out of the alley behind Goodbid.

“Not even a little,” he says as he weaves through the streets. “But I’m sure I’ll know it when I see it.”

“Goodbid,” Glib growls. “Tell me you actually have a-”

As if cued in by Glib’s annoyance, the sound of hooves clopping on the stone roads draws both their attention.

Before the Death God can stop him, Goodbid is racing towards the noise. The Death God follows close behind him, muttering swears in every language that he knows -which is all of them- as the tall man almost certainly runs headfirst into a guardsman on horseback.

They burst into a plaza, illuminated sparsely by floating magic lights, but standing in the center is a beautiful white horse with a long flowing mane that ends in electric green. She is larger than a normal horse and has an otherworldly calm about her. She stands patiently, white hair covering most of her eyes, before she turns and calmly trots away.

The pair stands gobsmacked for a little too long before Goodbid is back to running after her. A feeling washes over Glib that tells him something is amiss here. This horse has never allowed herself to be seen so clearly by anyone before, only flashes of white hooves and green tails trotting between streets. The fact that she let them see her leaves a funny taste in the old god’s mouth.

“Goodbid!” Glib hisses as he too runs after them. “Something isn’t right!”

“Not now, Death!” Goodbid whisper-shouts back. “We’re hot on her tail!”

Glib makes an annoyed sound but resolves to ignore his discomfort as they weave through the streets. They’re right behind her, step for step, and seemingly gaining on her, until they burst back into the open plaza from before, and the white horse is nowhere in sight.

“Damn it!” Goodbid swears. “I thought we had her!”

Glib scans the streets as he mutters, “This is probably for the best.”

Goodbid sighs dramatically. “Why can’t I have a snazzy horse?” he jokingly pouts, though Glib can spot the genuine disappointment in his face.

“Because I don’t think that was a normal horse,” Glib explains looking back up at the taller. “Trust me, something was up with her.”

“Well, now, I personally think a bounty hunter riding a ghost horse would be even cooler than a bounty hunter riding a pretty white horse-”

“Goodbid-”

Their little “argument” is cut short by the sound of hooves, though this time they are moving much faster and growing louder instead of softer.

The pair look around frantically before spotting the white horse barreling at them with her head low.

“Shit, shit, shit-” Glib screams as the massive horse hooks her head between Goodbid’s legs, throwing him onto her back and biting into the Death God’s cloak, lifting him easily off the ground.

A white and green mist forms around them as the horse continues barreling forward before in a flash of white -and a wave of nausea- they are suddenly somewhere else.

It resembles a weird amalgamation of Riftreach and Bowenburg, with the sleek style of Bowenburg buildings and the layout and height of Riftreach. The streets are impossibly clean and the sky is blindingly white, bathing the entire area in the same otherworldly glow that surrounds the horse.

Glib roars in anger, more at the audacity of the animal bringing them here than the fact that they are actually here. Thick black fog begins to billow from his cloak as his skin turns ghostly transparent, revealing his skeleton. His eyes become unearthly black as a sickly grey and poisonous purple swirl around his hands, but before he can fire off any of the spells he has, the horse drops him flat on his back.

“That will not be necessary,” the horse says, her voice carrying that same ethereal calm that surrounds her.

“You fucking talk?!” he shrieks, rage still boiling in his blood.

The horse gives him a flat look. “Yes, I am Friday, the Goddess of Fate, and I can talk.”

“Friday?” Glib echoes, bewildered. He stares expectantly at the horse for answers, but she offers none. Surely this can’t be the same horse, but the name is too convenient.

Goodbid awkwardly slides off her back and helps Glib stand up before half-hiding behind him. “Ms. Friday, this ain’t some kinda punishment for trying to catch you, is it? Because I didn’t know you were a sentient horse, and I do treat my horses quite well-”

“No, Mr. Goodbid, it is no punishment, I just needed to step in to make sure what needed to happen, happened,” she says to silence his ramblings.

“And how’d you reckon that?” Goodbid asks, a naturally curious man.

“Your vanity and love for horses would surely draw you to Bowenburg if you heard of an impossible-to-catch white horse,” she explains simply.

Goodbid is silent for a long moment before nodding slowly. “Well, now, I guess there’s no use in arguin’ with a goddess of fate now is there?”

Friday laughs, though it sounds more like church bells ringing. “No, no, there is not, I know what is fated to happen so I know what has already happened.”

“Yeah, yeah, that sounds about right,” Glib sighs.

“So, what are we here for then?” Goodbid questions. “You say you brought us here to make sure fate don’t change, but I don’t see much changin’.” He gestures around them before looking more closely for seemingly the first time. “And, uh, where is ‘here’?”

The goddess shakes her head. “Walk with me,” she says simply, as she begins trotting towards a large building at the end of the street.

“Well, you heard her,” Goodbid says after a moment of vaguely confused silence before he begins to march after her, Glib reluctantly following.

“This is a place known as the Order Realm,” Friday explains. “It is much like the Death Realm that your friend there comes from.” Goodbid looks at Glib before turning his attention back to the horse. “The Primordial of Order once lived here, but was killed by their creator, the Nothing. Butinstead of letting their power be destroyed, they and their seven siblings -in their respective realms- created thrones which would distribute power to any mortal who sits in them.”

They have reached a tall white cathedral with green and grey stained glass windows. Friday easily trots up the stairs and into the building, walking towards a strange-looking chair at the far side. It’s made of metal and gears with tubes full of green liquid running up and down the sides.

“The four possible powers of Order are Fate, taken by me; Peace, taken by an older God named Vaktaan; Knowledge, taken by a man named Aldor; and Law,” she stops speaking as she reaches the throne before looking at Goodbid. “Who is meant to be claimed by you.”

“Me?” Goodbid asks, stopping nearly ten feet away from the chair. “Why me?”

Friday gets a pensive look to her face, well, as pensive as a horse can be. She looks at Glib, but only for a moment before carefully saying, “Fate works in mysterious ways, and you are fated to be with another immortal.”

“Ain’t no way an immortal would choose to be with me,” the half-elf counters. “I’m just Mr. Goodbid.”

Glib snickers at that, earning a confused look from the taller. “You have no idea, do you, Bid?”

“Mr. Death, are you telling me that you’ve been holding information back from me?” Goodbid asks, sounding more betrayed than accusatory.

Friday steps in to save Glib needing to explain. “He has only withheld information that you would discover in due time, as you have every time.”

Goodbid stares at her for a long moment. “What do you mean ��as you have every time’?”

“Sit on the throne and everything will become clear,” she says, gesturing at the chair with her head.

“Why should I trust you?” Goodbid counters, resting his palm on the hilt of his short swords. “You’ve done nothin’ but kidnap me and my friend and talk in damn riddles.”

“Goodbid,” Glib says. “Trust her, sit on the chair.”

“I thought you had a bad feelin’ ‘bout this!” The hitman snaps back.

Glib tries to stay calm as he explains. “I had a bad feeling because you came to catch a magic horse with no plan and we were actively being led into a trap to get us here.” They hold intense eye contact for another few seconds before Glib says, “You’ve said it yourself, you aren’t afraid of death.” Another few seconds of silence before the death god growls, “Sit on the throne.”

Goodbid looks between Glib, Friday, and the chair for another few seconds before hissing, “Fine, what’s the worst that can happen?”

He walks over to the throne with a clearly fake confidence and sits down on it, crossing his arms.

For about three seconds, nothing happens, but then the gears begin turning, and the sound of metal clicking rings through the air. The liquid in the tube swirls and pumps faster before metal arms on either side of the chair clasp down onto him. The room fills with blinding white and green light.

“What the shit?!” Glib yelps, stepping forward, mind racing on ways to get the half-elf free before all the noise comes to a stop, and the metal arms slowly retract.

Sitting in the chair is still the half-elf, though his suit is now white with a green tie and pinstripes. He looks around, mildly confused, flexing his hands as he tries to adjust to the increase of power.

“I’ll leave the two of you alone,” Friday says, as she turns and begins walking towards the doors at the far end. “You’ll have much to speak of.”

“So,” Glib says, drawing his attention to him once the horse is gone. The light of recognition dances in the taller’s eyes, yet it’s different from five minutes ago. “How do you feel?”

“Glib?” he says instead.

The human’s stomach drops, and butterflies erupt, the contrasting feelings nearly knocking him off his feet.

“No,” the death god says, deep in denial as hope blooms in his chest. “No fucking way you remember.”

The half-elf grins at him, though it’s not the typical smile of his persona. It’s a genuine smile that softens his eyes in a way that makes the human’s heart speed up and time slow down. “Glib Murphy,” he says slowly, as if savoring the way the name fits in his mouth. “I remember you- well, I remember everything, but most importantly, I remember you.”

“Lawrence?” Glib says quietly. The hope spreads like fire through his veins and settles like hot coals in his hands. He wants- no- needs to lay his hands on the half-elf, but he can’t bring himself to move, as if he is afraid that if he moves too quickly, or speaks too loudly, this moment will shatter and his Lawrence will return to being “Mr. Goodbid”.

“That’s the name, Mr. Murphy.” He holds open his arms as he adds, “And I hope you’ll wear it out.”

Glib’s legs are moving before his brain comprehends it, and he crashes headlong into the taller’s open arms.

“I swear to fucking god if you die and I lose you for another two-hundred fucking years-” Glib says into Lawerence’s new white suit.

“I ain’t goin’ nowhere, Glib,” he soothes. “I’ll stay the summer long.”

[angelbvn]

courtesy of jinn for giving me this delicious prompt!!!

“ummm umm popular girls in a car blastin music??”

i am now gonna cast my headmates for what they would be doing in this scenario :>

Kaz - the demoted DJ. kaz would of started as the dj (probably in the passenger seat) and then eventually would have A) drank and passed out or B) go yelled out till he threw the controller for the music to someone else :> (he would soon regret this)

Nex - the driver. nex is always the driver, with a triple shot expresso in the cup holder and headphones in they were listening to their own music and ignoring everyone else in the car. now nex appreciated kaz’s music taste though it wasn’t her favorite. so when he got rid of the remote they were a little relieved…. or so they thought.

AJ - the crackhead. honestly…is probably snorting something off the window or arm rest in the car. probably reached for the control of the music but failed miserably because he began to sneeze uncontrollably cus he was actually snorting salt / pepper and not drugs.

Toru - the high laugher. is absolutely crying of laughter the whole car ride (someone must have spiked his drink *cough kaz*) toru somehow manages to get the remote and promptly begins playing every bad bitch tiktok audio he can think off. rolling the windows down, sticking his head out of the sun roof like a dog and screaming the lyrics ( AJ most likely doing the same )

Megumi - the one who wishes they weren’t there. most likely would be shoved in the middle of toru and AJ trying his best to shrink in on himself and disappear. probably sinks to the floor of the car and sits there like a rock scrolling on his phone prying to god toru and aj get hit by a flock of pigeons and die.

EHEHEHEHEHEEEE this was too fun omg.

[cartiswafu]

**Title: "Hearts Under Guard"**

**Genre: Princess x Bodyguard Romance**

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**Story:**

**Chapter 1: A Princess's Dilemma**

In the magnificent kingdom of Eldoria, Princess Aria gazed longingly out of her tower window. The sun shone brightly over the lush gardens, and the laughter of children playing in the courtyard echoed through the castle walls. At 24, Aria had grown weary of the constraints of royal life. Despite her title, she felt trapped in a gilded cage—a life of duties, meetings, and strict protocols. Her only solace was in the kitchen, where she could create culinary delights that filled the castle with warmth and comfort.

But with every passing day, her desire for freedom grew. She longed to explore the world beyond the castle gates, to experience life as a normal young woman. Yet the weight of her responsibilities and the ever-watchful eyes of her bodyguard, Jake, kept her tethered to her royal duties.

Jake was the epitome of stoicism, a man of few words who exuded an air of strength and protection. His cold demeanor often made him seem unapproachable, but beneath that exterior lay a fiercely loyal protector. He had been assigned to Aria since she was a teenager, and over the years, he had become her shadow. While she saw him as an obstacle to her freedom, he saw himself as her unwavering shield.

**Chapter 2: The Forbidden Outing**

One fateful afternoon, Aria hatched a plan. She would sneak out of the castle and experience a taste of freedom. Dressed in a simple cloak, she made her way to the stables, her heart racing with excitement. But as she mounted her horse, she felt a familiar presence behind her.

"Your Highness, where do you think you're going?" Jake's voice was low and firm, sending a jolt of frustration through her.

"Just a ride, Jake. I need a break from all of this," she replied, gesturing to the castle.

"You know it’s dangerous for you to be out there alone," he countered, his eyes narrowing.

"Please, just this once?" Aria pleaded, her eyes sparkling with determination.

After a moment of silent contemplation, Jake sighed, his resolve wavering. "Fine, but I’m coming with you."

**Chapter 3: A Day of Freedom**

As they rode through the vibrant fields of Eldoria, Aria felt a weight lift off her shoulders. The wind tousled her hair, and she laughed freely for the first time in ages. Jake, though stoic, couldn't help but feel a flicker of warmth as he watched her revel in the beauty of their surroundings.

They spent the day exploring hidden glades and picnicking by a serene lake. Aria shared her favorite recipes, and to her surprise, Jake revealed that he, too, had a passion for cooking. As they prepared a simple meal together, Aria felt a connection growing between them—a bond forged in laughter and shared moments.

**Chapter 4: Revelations of the Heart**

As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the landscape, Aria and Jake found themselves sitting side by side on a grassy knoll. The air was filled with an unspoken tension, and Aria's heart raced as she caught Jake's gaze lingering on her.

"You're different out here," he admitted, his voice softer than usual. "You seem... happier."

She smiled, the warmth in her heart blooming. "I feel free. I wish I could be like this all the time."

Jake's expression shifted, a hint of vulnerability breaking through his stoic facade. "You deserve to be free, Aria. But my duty is to protect you, even if it means keeping you from what you want."

The weight of his words hung in the air, and Aria's heart ached at the realization of how much she had come to depend on him. "You protect me, but I want to live, Jake. I want to find love, to experience life."

**Chapter 5: The Shift in Dynamics**

As the days turned into weeks, Aria's outings with Jake became a regular occurrence. Each adventure brought them closer, and the lines between princess and bodyguard began to blur. Jake's stoicism cracked under the weight of his growing feelings for her. He found himself captivated by her kindness, her unwavering spirit, and the way she brought light into his otherwise guarded life.

But with every stolen moment, the fear of the consequences loomed larger. Jake was aware of the social divide between them—a princess and her bodyguard. He feared that his feelings would only complicate their already delicate relationship.

**Chapter 6: The Festival of Hearts**

The annual Festival of Hearts in Eldoria was a time of celebration, love, and joy. Aria had dreamed of attending the festival since she was a child, but her duties often kept her confined to the castle. This year, however, she was determined to experience it, and she enlisted Jake's help.

As they entered the bustling market filled with vibrant colors and the sweet aroma of food, Aria's eyes sparkled with excitement. She pulled Jake along, her laughter echoing through the air. They danced together, shared sweets, and enjoyed the festivities, forgetting their roles for a moment.

But as the night wore on, they found themselves standing under the twinkling stars, the atmosphere charged with unspoken feelings. Aria turned to Jake, her heart pounding. "What if we could be more than just princess and bodyguard?"

Jake's heart raced, torn between desire and duty. "It’s not that simple, Aria. Your status—"

"I don’t care about status!" she exclaimed, her voice firm yet filled with vulnerability. "I care about you."

**Chapter 7: The Confession**

The weight of her words hung between them, and in that moment, Jake's resolve shattered. He stepped closer, his intense gaze locking onto hers. "I care about you too. More than I should."

As if drawn by an invisible force, their lips met in a tentative kiss—a kiss that ignited the sparks of all the unspoken emotions they had harbored. It was a moment of bliss, but reality crashed back as they pulled away, the implications of their actions settling in.

**Chapter 8: Consequences of Love**

In the days that followed, the kingdom buzzed with rumors of their growing closeness. Aria's parents, the king and queen, soon caught wind of the whispers. Concerned for their daughter's reputation, they summoned her for a meeting.

"Aria, we’ve heard troubling things about your relationship with Jake," her father began, his tone stern. "He is your bodyguard, not a suitable match for a princess."

Aria's heart sank as she argued for her feelings, but her parents remained firm. "You must end this before it tarnishes the royal name."

**Chapter 9: The Rift**

Devastated, Aria confided in Jake. "I can’t lose you. I won’t let them dictate my happiness."

Jake's heart ached for her, but he knew the risks. "You have a duty, Aria. I can’t be the reason you lose everything."

Their love became a painful secret, and the distance between them grew. Jake focused on his responsibilities, while Aria felt the weight of her royal obligations suffocating her spirit. The joy of their outings faded, replaced by a lingering emptiness.

**Chapter 10: A Choice to Make**

With the royal ball approaching—a pivotal event for Aria's future—she knew she had to make a decision. She could either comply with her parents' wishes and marry for duty or fight for the love she had found with Jake.

On the night of the ball, Aria donned a stunning gown, but her heart wasn't in it. As she mingled with nobles, she felt Jake's watchful presence, a reminder of the love she yearned for. When the clock struck midnight, she excused herself, her heart racing as she found Jake in the gardens.

"I can't do this, Jake," she confessed, tears glistening in her eyes. "I can't pretend to be someone I'm not."

Jake stepped closer, his expression fierce yet tender. "Then don’t. Choose love, Aria. Choose us."

**Chapter 11: The Stand for Love**

With newfound determination, Aria returned to the ball, her heart set on reclaiming her happiness. She approached her parents, ready to confront them about her feelings for Jake.

"I refuse to marry someone I don’t love," she declared, her voice steady. "I want to be with Jake."

The room fell silent, and her parents exchanged stunned glances. "You must understand the implications of this choice," her father warned.

"I do," Aria replied, her resolve unwavering. "Love is worth fighting for."

**Chapter 12: A New Beginning**

In the wake of her declaration, the kingdom buzzed with mixed reactions. But Aria stood firm, supported by the love she and Jake had fought for. Slowly, her parents began to see the sincerity of her feelings, and they realized that true happiness could only come from within.

As the months passed, the kingdom gradually accepted their unconventional love story. Aria and Jake became a symbol of hope—reminding everyone that love transcends titles and expectations.

Together, they faced the challenges of royal life, blending their passions for cooking and adventure. Their journey was not without obstacles, but with each obstacle, their love only grew stronger.

In the end, Aria learned that true freedom came not from escaping her responsibilities but from embracing who she was—both a princess and a woman in love.

As they stood together, hand in hand, under the stars, Jake whispered, "You were never meant to be confined. You were meant to soar."

And with that, Aria knew that she had found not only her love but her true self—free, fierce, and forever cherished.

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*Note: 12,000 words(i think💀)

[staytheb]

Just A Little Bit; Falling For You - Chapter Two: party

Word Count: 6,887 Summary: The cousins attend their friends’ birthday party and end up having fun with friends and interacting with their Love Interests before leaving. previous chapter || next chapter

updated: 6.1.24

"It's so freaking cold, man." Serena complained while shivering.

"And it's too eary for this, especially on a Sunday."

The quartet were currently on the rooftop of their home, co-owned by their fathers, while overlooking the city of their quiet neighborhood as they awaited for the early morning sunrise some time after seven. Linna and Melanie came into their sisters' bedrooms to coaxed the two into watching the first Seoul's sunrise of the 2023 new year and to wish on for some good vibes to began their new year, too. The four returned home late last night after hanging out with their friends and so the older pair were quite grumpy about being woken up earlier than wanted while the younger pair had too much energy to continue to sleep in despite wanting to.

"It's because you're not wearing a puffer jacket, but a thick hoodie, and probably didn't even grab any heating packs." Melanie deadpanned.

"Also, we're watching the sunrise which happened to fall on a Sunday, too."

"I know, but still, I had a thermal sweatshirt underneath last night, but took it off later on and just slept with just my shirt instead." Serena explained, groaning.

"Anyway, this hoodie was also the first one I saw that was closes to me and put it on right away without thinking of anything else because two people wouldn't stop rushing us about it."

She cast her eyes onto the younger two, still shivering.

"Also, I misplaced my hot packs and didn't feel like searching for it as well as my puffer jacket."

All four wore hoodies, sweats, socks, and slippers to observe the tranquil scenery around them despite the chilly weather save for Serena as the other three also had on their puffer jackets to withstand the cold early morning weather.

"Here." The trio offered each of their heat packs to Serena, which she graciously took.

"Thanks."

"Anyway, why are we watching the sunrise again?" Kierra questioned with a yawn, uninterested.

"Because it'll be our first Seoul sunrise for the first day of the year." Linna explained.

"I mean, we always slept in on the new year back home so this should be added to our memories compare to previous years."

"I have enough memories." The older two chimed, yawning.

"Oh, just stay and then we can go back to sleep for a while after it's over." Melanie told them with her phone ready to capture the view.

Linna did the same thing before casting the other two with a weird look.

"Yeah. I thought y'all like the whole scenery thing."

"We do, but it's too early for this shit." Kierra responded with another yawn as Serena nodded, also yawning.

"Yeah, for reals."

However, amusing thoughts swirled around Serena's head as a slow smile graced her face.

"Anyway, here's to a new year of y'all chasing after your boys and making even more memories with them."

She threw her hands in the air, happily.

"Yay!"

The other three glared at her.

"Shut up."

"Oh, be quiet."

"Wow, don't even start that."

Serena giggled.

"Why not? It's fun."

However, she frowned after hearing their words and the fun wasn't all that fun now.

"Let this be the year Serena has her own boy problems!" Melanie wished into the morning air.

"Yes, let Serena get a taste of her own medicine!" Linna chimed in soon after.

"And let that boy be Lee Heeseung, please!" Kierra added, laughing.

"Y'all are hella annoying." Serena commented as the trio told her the same thing.

"So are you."

"You're the one that started it."

"Takes one to know one."

A moment later, the sun slowly rose a few minutes before eight and they wished each other a happy new year, remembering that they haven't done it yet.

"Happy 2024 New Year!"

They talked about the new year and such while they continued to watch as the colors in the sky changed with an awe look before heading inside after taking a few more pictures. The older pair return to their rooms to get in another two hours of sleep while the younger pair went about getting ready for work unlike their sisters even though they worked at the same time.

"Will there be anything else for you, sir?" Linna asked the young man after inputting the last item onto the system.

The person flashed her a not-so-charming smile, but Linna wasn't impressed by it despite the young male constantly flashing her one every so often since enterting Simplistic. She found another person's smile even more charming than this guy and in no way would this guy win over him.

"Yeah, can I have your number?"

Linna remained calm while responding.

"Unfortunately, we're not allowed to do that while working."

She flashed him a feign polite smile while repeating her previous question.

"So, will there be anything else for you, sir?"

This still didn't deter the man from his pursuing.

"Do you attend Hyebi University?"

Linna sighed, not wanting to confirm or deny it as she wasn't interested. She just stared at him as he continued.

"How about a date afterwards?"

He flashed her another smile, but it made Linna become even more uncomfortable from his constant pursuit despite indirectly dismissing him on several ocassions. Luckily, Kierra overheard the whole conversation and intervened in the end. Kierra replaced her on the register while Linna asissted Melanie with the drinks.

"Hello, sir. Will there be anything else you'll like to order?"

"Hey, I was still talking to her."

"Yeah, and now you're talking to me."

Kierra flashed him a small smile that didn't reach her eyes. She hoped he got the message.

"So, will there be anything else for you tonight?"

The man re-directed his attention onto Kierra instead with that same non-charming smile.

"Would you like to go on a date with me after work?"

"Sir, either you pay for your food or I'll have to ask you to leave."

Apparently, he didn't get the hint and now Kierra had to change tactics. Heeyeol had been in the office since opening, speaking with several people over the phone while leaving the quartet on their own. Eunchan wouldn't be in for another hour and so had to deal with it on their own.

"So which will it be?"

The same smile remained on her face as the young man grumbled incoherently before pulling out his phone and tapping it against the machine.

"Thank you."

Kierra flashed him another smile.

"Your number is twenty-two and your order will be out shortly."

He avoided eye-contact with her while taking his number tent and hurried off to the furtherest table from the counter. Kierra held her smile before turning around with an annoyed look. Luckily there wasn't another customer in line. She clipped the receipt on the line before gazing over at her sister and cousins.

"Either me or Minseo will run his order out to them. He's number twenty-two."

The trio nodded, understandingly with Serena scoffing.

"I swear, some people are just so annoying."

"For reals." The other three agreed as they all got to working on the rest of the order.

A moment later, the door chimed indicating a customer had either entered or exited, and it was a young woman. They greeted, but she completely ignored them. The female made her way towards the young man from earlier. She kissed him on the cheek before taking a seat from across him, holding his hand, happily. Linna shook her head as not long ago he had flirted with her and her sister despite having a significant other.

"If you two lose, then you'll have to give us kisses on the cheeks." The cousins' friend, Nicholas, declared, smiling.

"If you win, then we will give you kisses on the cheeks."

"What's up with you and kisses, Nicholas?" Serena remarked with a laugh.

"Don't you have admirers that you can do all that stuff with?"

The cousins attended their friend's, Saerom, birthday party a few days later as they always missed out since going back home during this time and would return closer to the next school term. Currently, Kierra and Serena were playing their nth drinking game for the night against Nicholas and their other friend, EJ.

"You know you and Hayoun love my kisses."

Nicholas blew them another playful kiss as Serena smacked the invisible kiss away.

"You're such a flirt."

"Only for you and Hayoun."

He shot Serena a knowing look as Serena shook her head.

"Get real. You should be giving those kisses to someone else."

"Who?"

"That's for you to figure out."

"Meanie."

"Mmhmm. Because she's gonna move on if you keep this up."

"Who is 'she' though?" Nicholas probed, but Serena shook her head.

"Not telling. Anyway, if Hayoun and I win, then you two have to give us piggy-back rides back to Girls' One's house instead."

That house were lived in by Woojoo, Sujin, and a few others as Girls' One was one of the nicknames of the homes of their female friends to tell which house was who for easier comprehension. Girls' Two was the other house that they were partying at the moment. The same went with their male friends in a similar manner of Boys' One and Boys' Two.

"Oh, are y'all staying with them tonight?" EJ asked.

"Mmhmm. Their place isn't as packed as this house." Kierra stated.

"Also, it'll be late to go back home after this since we're all drinking."

"Then EJ and I will just have to win then to get them deserved kisses."

Nicholas swung an arm around EJ's shoulders.

"Right?"

"Yeah." EJ agreed half-heartedly, but laughed nevertheless as he looked at the female duo.

"Now let's finish this game."

"Fine by me." Serena responded while shooting her ping pong ball, making it in.

"Whoo!"

The cousin high-fived as Kierra readied herself to shoot and also made it in a second later.

"Drink up!"

The male duo drank with the others around them while cheering for either team, wanting to see which one would win. Soon the pair won with Kierra making the last cup, causing the two males to down the rest of the remaining cups.

"Yay!" The cousins cheered as Serena faced Nicholas.

"Will you be able to carry me later?"

"Yeah...no." He responded with a giggle as he leaned onto a giggling EJ as well.

"Can you?" He asked his friend as EJ shook his head.

"I don't think so either."

The two let out giggles and just as they were about to drink some more, Serena took their cups from them.

"No more. We'll finish these."

Both Kierra and Serena drank both cups despite Nicholas trying to grab his cup back.

"I said no more, Nicholas."

Serena blocked him from reaching for his cups.

"But I'm not done yet, Park Minseo."

"No."

"Ugh, fine. Meanie."

"Good. Y'all need to sober up."

"Me, too." Kierra chimed in.

"I need to sober up, too. I can feel it hitting me now."

"Come sober up with us then."

EJ motioned for her to join them, but she dismissed him.

"Nah, I'm done for tonight and who knows if Nicholas will try to give me kisses in the process."

Kierra shot Nicholas a playful look as he grinned at her while wrapping an arm around her and pulling her closer to him.

"Do you really think so lowly of me?"

"Yes."

The two shared a giggle as Nicholas leaned his head against hers.

"You always play so hard-to-get."

"No I don't."

"Yeah, you do, especially evading one particular person I know."

Kierra's brows furrowed.

"Who?"

"I'll tell you if you tell me who Minseo likes."

Kierra chuckled.

"She doesn't like anyone."

"Oh, don't lie. I know she does." He remarked as he leaned even closer.

"Then tell me about the person that I should focus on that likes me."

"I'm not telling you because you should learn that about yourself."

"Oh, c'mon." He begged, but EJ intervened.

"C'mon, Nicholas. Let's go chill over there."

"But Hayoun needs to tell me what she knows."

"Nah, EJ, take him."

"Okay, okay."

EJ giggled as she pulled his friend away as the pair bid the cousins a wave.

"Alright, now are they done playing their own beer pong game?" Serena said as glanced to the other tables.

"Oh, there."

Kierra pointed to the furthest table from them.

"They're going up against Fuma and K and apparently are winning against them."

The cousins got closer and watched their sisters finished the game against the male duo.

"No!"

"Yay!"

Came the two different responses.

"Hey, Minseo. You saw that Youngseo's elbow passed the table when she threw that last shot!" K called out to Serena.

"Right? You saw that, right?"

"Hey, I did not." Melanie disagreed.

"And don't bring her into it since you lost."

"Because she always takes my side that's why."

"Only because you're too clingy." Serena remarked as K pouted.

"Hey, don't say that. No, I'm not."

"C'mon, K. Let's just drink up and play another game." Fuma said as he handed K his cup of the remaining drinks on the table.

"Okay. Let's play another round."

The two males cheered as they giggled.

"No way, you two." Linna declined.

"I ain't playing another round with y'all."

"Yeah." Melanie chimed in, agreeing.

"You two are too tipsy."

"No we're not." The two denied while giggling some more.

"Yeah, y'all go over there and sober up with EJ and Nicholas." Serena ordered the two as she grabbed their cups from out of their hands.

"Now, these are mine."

She blocked them from reaching for the cups as Kierra helped to shoo them away to join the other two to sober up.

"Go chill and then we'll talk about another round."

"Okay, okay, but another round for sure when we sober up." K repeated as the cousins nodded while the two went to join Nicholas and EJ.

"Yeah, yeah."

"How are you feeling after drinking some more?" Melanie asked her sister as Serena finished the two drinks.

"Peachy."

Serena flashed her smile, knowing her sister knew she wasn't, while setting the cups onto the table and faced the younger two.

"So, are we done for the night?"

"Yeah." The younger two replied.

"But I think I need to sober up before we go though." Melanie said as she rubbed the side of her head.

"I'll get you some water or snacks to help you." Linna offered as she walked off first.

"And I'm gonna use the toilet." Kierra said as she, too, followed after her sister.

"Okay, so you," Serena pointed at her sister while pointing to the other side of the backyard, "Go chill with the others, needing to sober up."

"Yeah, yeah." Melanie dismissed her sister while already making her way towards that direction.

As for Serena, she pulled out her phone to message the others about leaving soon, not sure if they were ready to go or not. However, in the process she had turned around to walk off somewhere yet had taken a few clumsy steps. A hand immediately came out to steady her.

"I guess you're clumsy off the ice, too."

A giggle followed.

"Or is that just the effects of the alcohol, Park Minseo?"

Serena briefly glanced at the person to see Heeseung, noticing a red flush upon him.

"I guess to both, maybe?" She answered with a small smile.

"However, I noticed that you're way drunker than me, Lee Heeseung."

"Nah." He giggled as she eyed him.

Heeseung giggled again before admitting a few seconds later.

"Okay, maybe just a little though."

Heeseung chuckled as Serena smiled.

"Anyway, thanks, Heeseung."

"You're welcome, Minseo."

Heeseung flashed her a warm smile while letting go of her upper arm. Serena unconsciously rubbed at the spot that his hand was just at with her free hand, feeling weird about it, and remembered that she was supposed to contact the others upon seeing her mobile phone. Before she could excuse herself, Heeseung spoke first.

"So," He began as Serena tilted her head out of curiosity in wondering what Heeseung wanted to say to her.

"Hmm?"

"I shouldn't have agreed to a game with those two." Melanie muttered, slightly annoyed while rubbing her temples.

"Then again, Jiyeon wanted to play before school started up again."

A soft chuckle left her lips.

"Of course, it's my fault for drinking more than I should have though."

She continued rubbing at her head while slowily making her way to the others when a water bottle popped up in front of her, causing her to stop in her tracks.

"Oh, what the?" She said, startled.

"Sorry, Youngseo, I didn't mean to frightened you."

The familiar voice came as she saw that it was Jake that offered her the drink.

"I watched you playing earlier and for your safety got you some water to help you out."

Melanie still seemed hesitant, but noticed that the bottle itself hasn't been opened either.

"Um, thanks."

She shyly smiled as she took the offered drink as Jake smiled in return.

"Welcome."

His face became amused upon seeing Melanie struggle with opening the water bottle. He wanted to offered his help, but saw how determined she seemed in wanting to open the bottle by herself and didn't intervene. She suddenly felt like she was being watched intently and looked up to see Jake's eyes upon her. She flashed him an awkward smile, but then shot him a suspicious look.

"You didn't do this on purpose, did you?"

Jake laughed with a shake of his head with a firm look and hands in the air.

"No, no, I did not."

He cast her with a smile.

"I swear, Park Youngseo, that I didn't do anything to the bottle."

She still gave him a suspicious look as he laughed in disbelief.

"No seriously, Youngseo, I didn't tamper with it."

"Okay, good."

She decided to trust him while offering the bottle back towards the male.

"Then could you help me out?"

"Sure."

Jake helped Melanie as she thankfully took back her drink.

"Thanks, Jake."

"You're welcome again."

She flashed him with a quick smile before taking a sip of water as he looked about them before focusing his eyes on her again.

"I didn't realized that we had a lot of mutual friends between us."

"Um, yeah, me either."

Melanie closed the bottle while looking about them as well before focusing her eyes onto Jake.

"Then again we definitely had different schedules that never crossed paths."

"Yeah, you're right, you're right."

The two stood there in silence before Jake spoke again as Melanie tilted her head.

"So..."

"Hmm?"

"What should I grab for her?' Linna contemplated as she arrived at the coolers filled with refreshments.

"I did say I'll grab her water, but soda wouldn't be bad either."

Just as she made to grab either option, her eyes spotted a bottled of orange juice instead.

"Ooh, she'll like that better and so would I."

Linna grabbed two of the same orange juices before closing the cooler's lid. She stood upright again while trying to open one of the bottles to drink out of it, but for some reason was having trouble opening it.

"Seriously?" She muttered to herself, annoyed.

A cough sounded from behind her.

"Would you like some help, Jiyeon?"

Linna whipped around upon hearing a familiar voice.

"Oh, Sunghoon, hi."

Her heart thumped against her chest upon laying eyes on him, but focused back to what he had asked her.

"If you could, please."

She casually handed him the bottle as Sunghoon smiled while opening it easily, and handing it back to her.

"There you go."

"Thanks."

She happily took back her drink and took a swig out of it before thanking him again.

"Thank you again, Sunghoon."

"No problem, Jiyeon."

Linna took another drink and later closing it as she felt awkwardly shy being this close to Sunghoon, and so she tried to maneuvered around him to leave.

"Um, anyway, bye, Sunghoon."

"Hey, Jiyeon, wait."

Sunghoon blocked her way as she backed up a step to keep some distance between them.

"Um, yes?"

"So..."

"Ah, I feel so much better." Kierra mused to herself, already feeling sobered as she left the bathroom.

She turned the corner, but ended up tripping and falling on to her hands and knees against the hardwood floor. She and the other person groaned as Kierra sat on her knees and looked over her shoulder to see a still sleepy Jay with his back against the wall.

"Seriously?" She muttered as she turned around on her knees to face the male.

"Jay."

It seemed he hadn't heard her and Kierra felt like he had just fallen back asleep. She stared at him with a small smile and a shake of her head.

"I guess you haven't changed much, huh?"

Still, Kierra didn't want to leave Jay like this.

"Jay?"

No response. She leaned closer and placed her hand onto his arm to give him a slight shake while speaking in a soft, but firm tone.

"Jay. Jay, c'mon, wake up."

Still, Jay remained unbothered and Kierra rolled her eyes while shaking him hard.

"Yah. Park Jongseong."

Kierra was on the verged of actually smacking and hitting the male to wake him up, but luckily he stirred away. His eyes fluttered open to see Kierra in front of him.

"Hmm? Hayoun?"

He said her name in such a sweet and soft tone that it tugged at her heart, but she shook those thoughts away.

"Okay, finally."

Kierra leaned away as she eyed him.

"Were you really just gonna stay sleeping right here in the hallway?"

"Um, no?"

Kierra shook her head as he wasn't there when she entered and wondered how he could have fallen asleep right here in just a minute or two. Then she recalled that was one of his special skills in falling asleep within a minute.

"Did you have too much to drink tonight?"

"I don't think so." He answered, still drowsy.

"Are you sure."

"Yes."

Kierra knew he didn't sound so sure and so did Jay, but continued to be confident in his answer.

"Well, I think you should go home." She suggested.

"You must be tired or had a little too much. I mean, you don't live that far away from here, right?"

"I don't and I'm fine, Hayoun."

"Right. Sure you are."

"I am."

Kierra gave him a look as he returned the same look back.

"Seriously, Hayoun. I'm fine."

"Okay, fine. You're fine and I'll just leave you alone then."

Kierra huffed as she made to stand back up, but Jay hurriedly reached out a hand to stop her without a second thought, pulling her towards him and causing her to fall against him in the process. Although a quick second, but felt like forever for Kierra as she stared in shock at Jay with him doing the same thing.

"Hayoun, I'm sor-"

"Apology accepted. Don't worry about it, Jay."

Kierra used his upper body to push herself away from him, not wanting to hear anything else and just wanting to get away as soon as possible. The whole thing was making her brain blank out yet her emotions were making her feel all sorts of way

"Um, I gotta go. Stay safe and get home and then fall asleep in your bed." She advised him despite initially wanting to make her escape.

"Bye."

She quickly stood upright and ran off, a bit clumsily, before Jay could apologize once more. He ran a hand through his hair while leaning against the wall in defeat.

"Why did I even do that in the first place?"

However a soft look graced his features upon the concerned words she had said just a few seconds ago.

"So, um, how did you and Sunoo become close?" Sunghoon asked, catching Linna off guard.

"What?"

"I mean, like, how did the two of you become such good friends?"

Sunghoon stumbled upon his question with another question as she found it adorable, but refrained herself from showing that after recovering from the first question.

"Um, well, besides through Woojoo, of course, but Sunoo and I got close through our hobbies and interests." Linna answered with a small smile.

She and Sunoo hung out a lot during their high school days and even now into their college life alongside the others with movie nights, cafe trips, and whatever the others felt like doing, too. However, she and him had a lot of play dates as Sunoo always found fantastic places to check out whenever they found the time to do so.

"Why do you ask?"

"Oh, just curious as you two hung out a lot during the two outings at Lotte World."

Linna tried not to let his words sink in too deep and casually tried to find reasoning with it and her next words.

"He and I did hang out with the others a lot, too, though."

"Um, yes, true."

Sunghoon had no idea why her answer bothered him. Before he could ask something else, he noticed Kierra coming up to them after exiting the house.

"Hey, sorry, Sunghoon, but Jiyeon and I gotta go. Bye."

"Um, bye Sunghoon." Linna bid him goodbye with a small wave as she allowed her sister to pull her away.

"Bye."

Sunghoon also waved slightly as a sigh left his body while he watched the two head towards the corner part of the backyard.

"So, Youngseo, what made you stay in town instead of going back home for the winter holiday?" Jake asked with a cute look.

Melanie hadn't noticed how adorable Jake appeared to be until now. Then again, she did admit to her cousin and friends that he was cute and all, but at the time she was just trying to play along with them. Now she knew that she was seeing him in a different light than before and needed to not do that. She dismissed the thoughts and hoped that her face didn't show anything differently to Jake.

"A change of scenery is all."

She flashed him a smile. Despite the past few years that they've known of one another, Melanie has never told Jake that she also grew up outside of South Korea and that she knew English. Of course, the situation for it never really presented itself for it. Melanie knew that Jake assumed she was from another province and not from overseas. Then again, the cousins did have a so-called aunt that was a close friend of their fathers that used to live in Sokcho though.

"I just wanted to see how Seoul would be like during this time around instead."

Although the cousins could've stayed and attended school back home, they all opted to travel and studied overseas and settled in South Korea compared to Thailand. The latter being their mothers' homeland, but their mothers weren't comfortable with them traveling alone. However, thanks to the so-called aunts and her three sons, the quartet had others that can watch over them if needed which set their parents' hearts at ease to allow them to study abroad. 

"Oh."

Was all that came from out of Jake. Melanie wasn't sure how to take that though as she wasn't sure if he was upset at her words or expected something else. Then again, a sweet smile was still evident on his face.

"Um, how about you?" She asked a moment later, making conversation.

"Don't you usually go back home, too?"

Jake, too, would go back home for the holidays, but Melanie never really kept tabs on the guy and just heard stuff in passing.

"I do, but this time around I thought to stay in Seoul instead of going back to Brisbane."

Jake flashed her another smile and just as she was about to ask a question of her own, she suddenly felt two arms latched onto either side of her.

"Hey, you two, but sorry, Jake, we gotta go." Kierra interrupted the pair with a somewhat apologetic look and tone.

"Yeah, Jake, sorry. Bye." Linna bid him a quick bye as she tugged on Melanie's arm to signal her cousin to do the same thing.

"Uh, yeah, Jake. Sorry. Thanks for the water and have a good night."

Melanie waved goodbye as she was pulled along by her cousins to find her sister. Jake watched the trio with an amused smile and waved goodbye as well although a slight pout appeared upon his face a few seconds later.

"So, how close are you to Nicholas, EJ, and K?" Heeseung asked as Serena raised a brow.

She thought to herself on why this was the question that he had wanted to ask her.

"Um, well, we were classmates and attended the same high school." Serena answered honestly as a laugh left her lips.

"Since then, those three and a few others have just been appearing in my life."

Heeseung didn't know what was funny, but a small chuckle came out of him anyway.

"Ah, okay."

"Mmhmm. Um, how do you know them?" Serena repeated his question back to him, not really thinking.

Heeseung chuckled.

"We're also high school classmates, played on the same basketball team, and now attend the same university."

"Funny that we had them as classmates in high school, but never saw the other with them though."

"Yeah, but it's so weird that we never hung out together despite having mutual friends, too."

"Mmhmm, yeah."

Truthfully, despite all the mutual friends amongst them, the real reason was that Serena hardly socialize and only did enough to live through high school and so far in her university years. She hated the attention from others and disliked fake people, not wanting to be associated with them. Still, Serena was lucky she grew close to some good people and remained in good graces with others that didn't rub her the wrong way. Then again, she had Kierra a majority of the time as they hung out more, but for some reason the two of them always attracted people when they didn't want to and just became friends of sorts in the end. They were nothing like their social butterflies of a sisters which added even more to their so-called social circle even if they more or less grew to become friends over time.

"Yeah, what a small world." She commented, but then Kierra's words from the other day sprung up.

She inwardly groaned about the stupid invisible string theory. However, she hoped that her face remaiend stoic and didn't looked weird to him.

"By the way, Minseo, d-"

Heeseung was interrupted when Serena's cousins and sister showed up.

"Sorry, Heeseung, but we all gotta get going." Kierra interrupted him without knowing as she flashed him a smile.

"We're all just feeling a little tipsy and need to walk it off."

"Yeah, bye!" The other two agreed as they rushed Serena along.

Serena cast Heeseung with an apologetic look while giving him a slight wave with a slight head bow. Heeseung held up a hand to wave back as for some reason he felt disatisified with his interaction with Serena. Anyway, the four text their friends, letting them know that they ended up leaving earlier. Luckily, they had the house's passcode. The four later talked about what had happened while also teasing one another in the process, saying it seemed like a cliche drama plot of sorts.

"So, there's fifteen minutes left and we're good on pre-closing." Melanie stated while looking around.

There were no customers in the store and the latest one had just left a few minutes ago.

"Minseo and I finished the load of dishes from earlier, too." Kierra informed as she and Serena smiled.

"Yeah, there were a lot of them. Did not expect to get that rush two hours ago."

"I know right."

"Well, we're all good now." Linna assured with a bright smile.

"And all we have to do is do some last minute cleaning of equipment and dishes, and then we're good for the night."

"Mmhmm. We'll sell whatever we have on hand and if we don't, then Seohoo can take them back home." Serena remarked as their childhood friend and co-worker, Baek Seohoo, glanced at her.

"Why do I have to take them back?"

"Your mom and brothers wanted something."

The mother in question, So Eunmi, was the so-called aunt and a close friend of their fathers, and she now resided in Seoul alongside her three sons. Seohoo being the youngest of her three sons.

"Oh, right. I forgot."

"Mmhmm."

Melanie looked around them again, remembering what she wanted to discuss with them.

"Since it's Seollal and Heeyeol gave us the okay for it, I was thinking we can briefly do ramen and tteokbokki instead of the rice balls." She mentioned.

"We can also do rabokki, too."

This was the quartet's first Seollal as they went home for the winter holiday. So, they enjoyed the quiet and calm Seoul since many went back to their ancestral home for the three-day holiday.

"Ohh, that sounds good."

Seohoo nodded, approving of the idea.

"I'm all for it."

"What about hwachae instead of ice bars?" Linna inquired.

"Or we just keep the ice bar, too.

"Ooh, that sounds good, too. Let's keep both." Seohoo exclaimed, happily.

"What else? I mean still keep the bottled and canned drinks as those are easy to work with, right?"

"Yeah." The cousins replied.

"Oh, let's add some sausages so that we can add that to the rabokki." Melanie chimed in, already craving the meal.

"Actually, let's just add the rice ball back as it works well with the corn cheese." Kierra said, changing her mind.

"The customers would also like eating them alongside the ramen and tteokbokki, too."

"Okay, cool. I'll re-write the menu stand with the updates and message Heeyeol about the changes, too."

Serena walked off to do just that as it was easier to work in the back without the customers seeing.

"I'll go and update the P-O-S with the items so we don't have to do it early in the morning."

Kierra flashed them a smile while she made her way to the back office to access a computer to do so.

"What should we do?"

Seohoo looked from Linna to Melanie.

"We can make a list of all the items we're gonna need for tomorrow to make sure we have enough ingredients." Melanie suggested as Linna nodded.

"Yeah, and we can do some parital shopping after work or super early in the morning, too."

"Oh yeah, sounds like a great idea." Seohoo agreed with a nod.

"Just let me know if you want me to take care of it instead or a majority of it."

"We will."

The trio went about the rest of closing and helping the other two if needed.

"Alright, Jungwon," Sujin announced to get her brother's attention as she stood on the makeshift stage within the restaurant the party celebration was being held at.

Sujin and Jungwon's parents rented out a section of the restaurant for Jungwon's birthday party celebration with few interruptions from other patrons.

"Tell me that I'm the best sister for getting you the best birthday gift ever!"

"You're the best!" Jungwon excitedly yelled as the others within his party cheered.

"Whoo!"

Besides the immediate and some extended family there at the event were Jungwon's six close friends. Sujin only invited Woojoo as it was her brother's birthday and didn't need to invite others to it as she already got the cousins to come as entertainers due to them being a K-POP cover group back in high school. Woojoo was the only one that knew the cousins were here to perform for Jungwon's celebration. The quartet weren't keen on returning to those days, but felt like it would be a good deed to do as Jungwon was a friend and Sujin begged them for entertainment purposes. So, this was more of a compromise as the four always missed his birthday in the past since they were back home until this year.

"Of course I am, anyway," Sujin continued on.

"I invited some special people to give you awesome stages."

Sujin motioned towards and announced the quartet as the four were standing off to the side in their black and yellow outfits, matching their so-called group name.

"Please welcome, The Bumblebees!"

The four casually came onto the stage while waving at the crowd while hoping that they wouldn't be recognized at all. Their outfits consisted of shoes, sweat pants, hoodies, face masks, and snapbacks to overall conceal their identities. The only thing you could make out for sure were their hands, hair, and possibly their eyes if they adjusted their hats another way to reveal them. Sujin was the one who came up with their name as they were her favorite. She bribed the four with snacks and drinks for a whole month in doing this favor for her since the cousins were reluctant to participate.

"1, 2," Serena began as they finished as all four, "We're The Bumblebees!"

The four didn't introduced themselves individually, knowing they wouldn't stick around for long, as the attendees and other restaurant goers cheered loudly with Sujin being the most enthusiastic.

"Once again, The Bumblebees, and enjoy!"

Sujin quickly stepped off of the stage, allowing the spotlight to shine on her friends while making her way off to the side to control the music for them. The quartet gave her the signal to start as they got into position. They rearranged the choreography of the songs to fit their team of four as they have already done these songs in the past based on other choreographies they've learned from others online and through the female dance team of their school. Once they finished there were loud cheers and applause as Sujin joined her friends.

"Whoo!" She cheered alongside the others.

"Please give another warm applause to The Bumblebees!"

The audience cheered and clapped once more.

"Now, we'll have to say goo-"

Jungwon interrupted his sister.

"Wait. Can I make a request?"

Sujin looked at the quartet before Linna motioned with an arm for Jungwon to proceed to what the request was.

"What is the request?" Sujin asked her brother.

"Can I ask them to do All I Wanna do, but with me joining?"

Both Kierra and Serena immediately replied, not wanting to partake in such an activity.

"No."

"Well, there's your response." Sujin responded before speaking again.

"We'll now sing the birthday song and that will end our entertainment for this evening."

Sujin led everyone in the birthday song as a cake was brought out and placed in front of Jungwon. Once the song ended did he blow out the candles. Before anyone else could asked the four questions, they waved goodbyes and dashed off while laughing. Ni-Ki stared after them curiously as finding the sound of laugher familiar, but didn't ponder on it longer as he soon became interested in the mentioning of cake.

"So, who wants a piece of cake?"

Upon hearing the cake bit, both Linna and Melanie made their way over to the table and each stood on one side of Woojoo.

"Could we have some cake to go, too, please?"

Serena and Kierra joined the trio a second later after having to use the toilet.

"So, we'll be outside as you two grab your pieces." Kierra informed the younger two as they bid Woojoo and Sujin goodbye while wishing Jungwon a happy birthday.

"Can you take mine? I need to use the toilet." Melanie said as she dashed off in a rush.

Linna casually watched her cousin run off before focusing her attention onto the delicious looking cake. When she finally got hers and Melanie's slices, she was too happy and in thought about it, Linna turned too quickly and ran into another body causing the cake to smear hers and the other person's clothing.

"I am so sorry." Linna immediately apologized as the other person calmly told her it was also his fault.

"No, no. It was my fault."

Linna's brows furrowed upon recognizing the voice and glanced up to see Sunghoon.

"Park Sunghoon?"

She didn't realized she said his name out loud.

"Ah, yes." Sunghoon confirmed with a sweet smile.

"Do I know you...?"

"Ah, no." She denied.

"You don't have worry about that."

Linna side-step around him, nervously, lying as she didn't want the confrontation at all.

"Once again, I'm sorry about this whole thing."

Sunghoon reached a hand out as if to stop her.

"Ah, wait a minute."

"No, no, no." Linna repeated as she evaded his hand and ran off while softly yelling a 'sorry' behind her.

A sheepish laugh left his lips as Sunghoon stared at her retreating figure until it turned the corner. He looked down at his clothes as a sigh left his lips, wondering if his friends had any spare clothes for him to wear for the mean time. On the way home, Linna explained about the cake incident as Melanie asked where her piece of the dessert was upon not seeing any in Linna's grasps. The trio teased her some more, but Linna just groaned in embarrassment about it all.

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Yennefer thanked him, and reached for the reins as he set about securing the child upon his saddle. She nodded in agreement silently once they were ready to push onwards, and pointed towards the glow of magic lighting up the sky, tearing her gaze away from them and staring up into the unnatural fire streaking the skies, moon-drenched and blinding, gleaming like the blade of a sword. Something dark rose in the pit of her stomach, filling her veins with its sharp, cold chill, but she did not deign express it. She sighed and swiftly followed the witcher, spurring her horse north to where –above the already blue smoke and streaks of the dawn– hung the brightest star of the Winter Maiden.

Soft, calm wind swelled and pulsed around them, carrying in it the scent of the rain that had no doubt fallen here, too, the night before, and as they rode forth, Yennefer tried to keep up with the witcher's pace, despite the pain flaring through her chest with every step onwards. She well knew they had not much time left if they meant to salvage what they could of what the child had once been; she did not want them to ride along forest tracks for days either, for fear of the shadows they held deep within their gullies and groves ( laden with dark secrets and, surely, whatever darkness had been courting them ) - not for herself, but for the girl. Already, she felt her body numb and cold, drained off its pulse. Chaos flowed through her veins, a never-ending stream of pulsating, swelling Force from the amount of spells that she had been constantly casting for what felt to her, weeks now. Yennefer would not deign admit it, but she could imagine that there was not much strength left in her; if something came for them, again, she did not want Eskel to have to fight for the both of them. She resolutely gathered what energy was left within her and pressed on, hastening her pace and coming to ride now next to the wolf, her eyes often drawn to the child, lingering with worry as the girl often tossed her head against his chest, shivering, her mouth pressing into a hard line.

Their travels north were harsh; through glades and steep, narrow trails, had they to ride, through shallow backwaters stinking of rot and stagnation, and thick wetlands teeming with fog (eerie, silver-bright and not natural) following the grey-white wall of hard, dark mountains that framed the trail towards Kaer Morhen, their snow-capped summits glistening bright and gold in rare moments when the sun pierced the darkness hung over Kaedwen, and when a severe frost descended in the late hours of the evening, Yennefer could scarce now feel her hands.

She impatiently stirred her horse onwards, and came to ride close to the cliff from which unfolded a view over the perilous, dark trails that led in the depths of the woods that enveloped Kaer Morhen. There was a deep chasm with a waterfall roaring at its foot, open like a mouth hungered for everything passed near it. The sorceress, half numb and dizzied, blew into her frozen hands, wishing desperately that she could cast some spell to warm herself; but she did not want to waste her energy on frivolities. Soon, she thought through the unnatural silence that fell over them, pierced only by the harsh gurgling of the falls and the stirrings of the woods around them- soon, they would no longer have to suffer in this dreadful chill.  ❝ — Eskel... ❞ she called out to him, and reached for her saddlebags, drawing her velvet cape round her shoulders,  ❝ —have her drink this. ❞ she tossed a vial containing something pale-blue and gleaming in its glass container; she had no doubt that he was warm enough to share his heat with the child and keep her from freezing to her death, but she would be loathe to risk it (she was so small; so very small, the thought kept rippling through the fog that blurred her whirling thoughts, over and over again). Then, a little breathlessly, ❝ by the gods, I know not why they had to build your lair in the shadow of death itself... Are we not almost there? ❞ Yennefer asked with hope and impatience drenching a dark, velvety voice, fleetingly recognizing the path they had now taken. Somewhere far away into the mountains, a wolf's howl —made strange and terrifying by the sharp winds that carried it over the slopes — pierced the air. Yennefer shuddered with fearful apprehension, chilled to the bone. She felt the cold air ripple and pulse, wondered what lurked in the dark ravines down below. They had to make haste. Surely, they could not be but a breath away from the keep, now, and would reach it before dusk fell fig-blue overhead. They had to.

@wanderingwolfwitcher

"Fair enough. We'll make it a last resort only. Recover as much as you can in the meanwhile. With luck we can get ahead of anything else this demon attracts our way... got a head start, at least."

Eskel's deep, calm voice agreed at last, listening to the raven haired Sorceress closely and taking the time to go over and help her up on to her horse carefully, making sure she was secure there, before taking the child back down towards Scorpion. His viper eyes remained alert along with the rest of his enhanced senses, mapping out their surroundings, making sure nothing was of yet following them. The medallion was nearly useless in the present, in such close proximity to the demon... constantly going off, it wouldn't be able to detect new threats most likely. He would have to do it the old fashioned way, the way he had done it before he had earned his medallion in the Trials. Reaching the war horse, he put the child up front and climbed up behind, taking up the reins in one hand, while one arm wrapped around her kept the girl in place on the saddle.

Surveying the land, then looking back to Yennefer, the Witcher nodded her way, no more words needing to be said, before starting forward towards the northern trail leading up Kaer Morhen Valley, into the Blue Mountains. Within moments the two of their horses were up and away from the village, though he had the feeling more threats lie ahead, with how much blood had been spilled in the Blue Mountains over the years, and what the demon was capable of summoning. They would cross that bridge when they got to it... fight only when needed, and stick to outrunning the storm. Choosing one's battles carefully was always a sign of wisdom, and one of the many lessons he had been taught growing up and out on the Path. Not that it had stopped him from fighting the Ruehin in the first place. That he had survived, much less got the girl away from it still felt like a dream... but his task remained, the battle not yet over. The exorcism awaited.

@okruchlodu

[my-precious-treasure]

A Cat’s Nap

Savanaclaw Masterlist

In which you find Leona napping. Written for @sociallyawkwardcorgi on behalf of Leona’s b-day.

The ground is hard beneath you and you groan as you roll over. Slowly opening your eyes, you’re met with the soft light of the setting sun. The foliage around you casts strange shadows across the walls and floor of the greenhouse. You stretch while sitting up and pop things back into place.

“Hmm. . .did I really sleep all afternoon?” Blinking lazily, you watch the world outside the insulated glass walls for a moment. The clouds drift slowly and the trees sway gently in the breeze. Part of you wishes you could stay there forever, but you know you have work to be done.

Begrudgingly, you rise from the floor and meander towards the exit. Before you can reach it though, you notice another figure on the floor a little way off the path. Curiosity gets the better of you and you find yourself wandering over to them. As you get closer you finally realize it’s Housewarden Leona.

Being part of Ramshackle Dorm, you don’t interact with him much and when you do, he’s always been rather. . .unsociable. You can’t deny that he’s a little rough around the edges; he’s caused his share of problems for you and Yuu. But somehow, you still get the feeling that he doesn’t have a bad heart. Maybe he just needs a little shove. Or maybe you just give him too much credit. That isn’t really your problem, though.

As you crouch down beside him, you can’t help but stare. He really is beautiful. His dark ash-brown hair always looks so shiny and frankly, it’s not fair how long his lashes are. Without thinking, you find yourself reaching out to touch him. As you brush a few stands from his face you note that his hair rally is soft.

You aren’t entirely sure what possesses you to pet him, but as you do, his ears start to twitch slightly. Gently you place your hand behind one and scratch lightly. To your surprise, Leona begins chuffing quietly while still in slumber. You stifle a laugh at how cute and unassuming he is.

Without warning, his hand reaches up and catches yours. He slowly cracks his eyes open to look at you and you almost get lost in their emerald gleam.

“What do you think you’re doing, herbivore?”

“Ah. . .sorry. I just thought you looked so pretty while sleeping.” You can see a faint blush spread across his tanned skin. He huffs and glares at you.

“Who gave you permission to touch me?”

“I suppose I gave myself permission. Sorry, it was a bit rude.” You can see amusement hidden in his eyes as he watches you.

“I didn’t say I didn’t like it. But touch me again without permission and I will end you.” You blink at him before bursting into laughter. You just can’t take him seriously after seeing him sleep so peacefully until a moment ago. He growls at your response.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again. But the offer stands if you choose to ask.” Shifting your weight, you smile down at him and stand to take your leave.

“Where are you going? You disrupted my sleep. You owe me.”

“Hmm?” You cock an eyebrow at him and his blush seems to grow.

“. . .Stay.” You snort slightly at his soft demand and instead of leaving, you find your self situated against a tree with his head in your lap. Your hands run through his hair once more as you lull him back to sleep.

The ground doesn’t seem as hard as it did earlier and the warmth of the twilight on your face is just too relaxing. The weight of Leona’s head like a blanket. Your hands begin to slow as his soft snores become your lullaby. You think that one more nap won’t hurt anyone as you close your own eyes once more.

Tag List: @breadforhowl @raekwon88 @kkat808 

[telemna-hyelle]

Sweet is the Sound of Falling Rain (Zelink Week Day 3: Rainy Days)

Oot Zelink, from my totally 100% Canon secret marriage storyline

@zelinkweekofficial

It was a shame, Zelda thought, that such a lovely day had to be to wasted on an event like this. It was a lovely morning in early summer: the sun shone brightly, unhindered by the odd fluffy white cloud that drifted lazily by. A pleasant breeze stirred the leaves and kept the sun’s warmth at a comfortable level.

Unfortunately, the company wasn’t half so pleasant. Zelda had taken advantage of the lovely weather to host a party in the palace gardens, in order to talk with her various nobles, officials and visiting diplomats in a more relaxed manner. Such meetings were important, a good way for Zelda to breed goodwill while keep abreast of the goings on and opinions of those with power both within and without Hyrule.

Sadly, the more casual atmosphere meant that certain people (single men, young or otherwise) felt it was the perfect time to approach her. Prince Ralf of Labrynna was just reluctantly moving off to speak with someone else, which was unfortunate. Of all her suitors, Prince Ralf was the most likeable; always respectful and earnest enough in his affections that Zelda felt a little bad for him. Her affections, after all, were quite fixed elsewhere.

Sadly, his departure left Zelda open. The Queen saw movement in her periphery, turned, and clenched her jaw to hold back a groan.

Councilman Cole was a particularly odious little man who had been determinedly pursuing her for years. He had never attempted anything untoward yet, but something about his words and the look in his beady little eyes never failed to make Zelda feel like a butterfly he wanted to pin to a card and hang on the wall.

Link hated him with a passion.

I suppose it’s for the best that he’s busy today. Zelda thought as Councilman Cole came to a stop in front of her. So Link won’t have to struggle with the temptation to send Cole flying.

She extended her hand, somehow managing to keep her face impassive as Cole bent over it for far longer than politely necessary. As always, however, he backed off the moment before the contact became unacceptably long, which kept him safe from retaliation.

Zelda gritted her teeth. She almost wished he would linger for a moment longer, so she’d be justified in blasting him into a wall.

“Your most incandescent majesty!” The man was saying, his voice gratingly sweeting, like bread soaked with far too much honey. “What a pleasure it is to see you again. I hope you have not been suffering too much in my absence.”

“Thank you for your concern, but I have been managing quite well.” Her word were chilled enough that it would send the average unpleasant noble bowing and skittering away.

Chancellor Cole, sadly, seemed to be made of sterner stuff. He took a small step closer. Zelda carefully eased back.

“Of course, of course, I should have expected that,” He was saying, his tone even more cloying than before. “As always you soldier on, despite the burden of bearing the crown alone.”

Zelda cast a desperate gaze around the garden, hoping that someone would come to the rescue—but Link wasn’t here today.

Someone save me from this situation. She cast a pleading gaze heavenward.

A raindrop landed on her nose, immediately followed by a flash of light and an ear-splitting boom.

Dark clouds instantly overtook the sun, and rain feel down like a curtain dropping suddenly, immediately drenching the entire garden.

Zelda smiled brilliantly at Councilman Cole and the drooping state of his once-impeccably crafted moustache. “We shall have to table this conversation for a later time, sir. I’ll let you know once there is an opening available for you.”

And then, she was darting off through the gardens, calling instructions to startled servants and guests. And then, before anyone could stop her and invite her in for tea and conversation, Zelda stepped through a side door into the castle. The lock clicked shut behind her, and Zelda took the moment to lean against the door and breathe.

The thick stone of the castle walls muffled the rumbles of thunder and rain, while the high ceiling of the hallway carried what sound there was through the air. The effect was like a blanket of rain and thunder wrapping softly about her, the rhythmic noise nearly soothing and calming as her own lullaby.

She let out a sigh, letting the stress and anxieties caused by the councilman and his ilk seep from her shoulders. Then Zelda picked up her skirts and ran to her tower bedroom.

She slipped through the door and found Link right where she expected him to be—seated comfortably on the windowsill, staring out at the rain and idly playing on his ocarina. The tune struck her as oddly familiar, though she couldn’t recall ever hearing it before. It almost sounded like it could be a song she knew played backwards, but this wasn’t the time to analyze music.

“Link!”

Link, who had doubtlessly been aware of her entrance but had been intent on his music, lowered the ocarina and grinned at the address—just in time to catch Zelda as she flung herself across the room and into his arms. His noise of surprise was immediately cut off as Zelda’s lips found his, her arms twining about his neck. Link didn’t stay surprised for long; the next moment he was returning Zelda’s sentiment with equal enthusiasm, hands hastily stuffing the ocarina in his pouch before reaching up to tug Zelda closer.

After a minute Zelda leaned, grinning up at him. “My hero.”

Link smirked, reaching up to snag one of her hands and bring it to his lips. He pressed a kiss against her knuckles and winked. “I live to serve, my queen.”

Zelda’s grin dissolved into laughter. She leaned against his chest, shifting so she could see his face. Link’s fingers intertwined with her own, his thumb stroking the back of her hand idly. Zelda sighed in contentment, snuggling just a bit deeper into his embrace.

“I thought you would be gone until tonight.” She said at last, gently arching one inquisitive eyebrow. “When did you return?”

A slight scowl pulled at Link’s brows. “Just in time to see that creepy little man try and weasel up to you again. Since I’m not allowed to punch him….” He paused, sending Zelda a hopeful look.

Zelda bit her lip to hide a smile. “No, Link, we can’t go about punching our subjects. It’s not what a good ruler does, you know.”

“it’s not like I’m the king yet, you know.”

“Yes, you are.” Zelda raised her other eyebrow. “We might not have held your official coronation yet, but by virtue of marrying into the royal family, you became royal yourself.” She poked him. “Besides, even if you weren’t king, that doesn’t mean you can go around punching people.”

“Aw.” Link shifted, tucking Zelda’s head underneath his chin. “Not even when it’s a rat in human form who keeps bothering my wife?”

Zelda chuckled softly. “I promise, the instant he slips up and crosses the line, you can punch him.”

“I don’t want him to cross the line at all.” Link grumbled, squeezing his wife protectively. He let out a sigh. “I suppose there’s nothing for it then. I better stick by you all the time and make sure nothing happens.” He smirked. “I can see a lot of thunderstorms in our future.”

The queen laughed. “Speaking of such things, how long will this storm last?”

“I put enough magic into it to make it last until after sunset.” Link said cheerfully. “No more Councilman Cole for you to deal with today.”

“Excellent. Though discretion is the better part of valor.” Zelda mused, shifting slightly in his arms, sliding her hands up his chest to her shoulders. “Perhaps you should make your resolution to stick by my side effective immediately.”

“Oh?” There was a grin in Link’s tone. “And what shall we do, stuck in a room all by ourselves on a rainy day?”

“Hmm.” Zelda pressed a kiss to his temple, murmuring softly in his ear. “I can think of a few things.”

“Your majesty,” Link said, turning his head and catching Zelda’s chin in one hand. “I like the way you think.”

And as the room was filled with the brilliant flash of lightning passing by, he kissed her.

[tooruluv]

Katsuki Bakugou x F!Reader ( part 1 )

❝ ...and then there’s you. ❞

description: you and bakugou have hated each other since childhood. through the constant bickering, fighting, and actual fist fights... you had no idea that you had been writing to him.

genre: angst, soulmate au where you have a notebook that you can write to your soulmate in

word count: 3.8k

warnings/notes: strong language, lots of angst, aged up characters, bakugou being bakugou, reader has an air manipulation quirk created as part 1 of 3 for my winner of my tooruluv2kparty contest @katsulovee​ <33

teaser | part 2

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“ ‘cause when the sun goes down, someone’s talking back ” - talking to the moon, bruno mars

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The storm only escalated, casting the sky in deep blues and greys. Loud rain clattered against the roof of your apartment building, the ceiling of your top floor apartment being the only thing that separated you from the pour. 

The rain may be cold, but you were on fire.

You had been livid all day, positively outraged by the man who seemed to always be in your way. He was the most arrogant, most opinionated, and most… loud-mouthed person you ever met. You were screaming from the inside out, burning with rage.

Groaning, you sprawled out on your bed.

Katsuki Bakugou was the biggest fucking issue on the planet. His absurd need to be the best at everything he did, his cold demeanor and venom that spews from his mouth -- you wanted nothing more than to punch him directly in the throat. 

With a deep breath, you flipped open your Soulmate Journal. 

The world was such a strange place, full of quirks and criminals and heroes and villains. To add on top of that, when you turn thirteen a journal just… appears. And whoever is your soulmate can read everything you write. Once they read it, they can reply or talk to you that way and the ink disappears. There are plenty of rules that go along with it, like if you turn thirteen before your soulmate does, the ink is red until they receive their own journal. Or how the journal itself is indestructible. Or the biggest rule: you cannot write any given name. 

When you’re thirteen, your life is full of hope and wishful thinking. Almost everyone at that age is excited to start writing to their Person, the one who they were supposed to be created to be with. You were surprised when you opened yours to find nothing written.

You assumed that you were a bit older than your soulmate, but that was quickly shut down as you wrote in black ink. Your soulmate hadn’t written anything. 

It took two months for him to write back. Two months of your excessive writing and nearly diary-like entries. Two months of you wondering if they would ever write back. Until he did.

Today sucked.

That was all you wrote, your past two months of writing still ever present and glaring at you with smudges and hinted annoyance. The ink started to fade like Harry talking to Tom Riddle, reappearing with new handwriting.

It was scrawled across the page with terrible handwriting, very much one of a middle school boy. 

Life sucks. Deal with it.

You were now twenty two, an adult and that once hope and love has turned into pessimism and indifference. And life still sucked. 

You were pretty famous, your air manipulation quirk one that catches a lot of attention. That, alongside your rivalry with the second most famous hero Bakugou, brought an abundance of recognition. Bakugou completely steals your thunder every chance he has, stealing your light and victories. 

You hated him. With the utmost disrespect, you hated him. Since your days in the hero academy, the two of you were at each other’s throats. He would even stop in the middle of antagonizing Deku to make some horrendous comment towards you instead. 

You ended up scribbling along the Soulmate Pages, heated rage boiling with each word.

Hey Honey! I need to vent if that’s okay.

Of course.

You would not believe the shit I have to endure in real life. I wish I could describe the hatred I have for this man I work with, he’s a real piece of shit. Anyway, how was your day?

My day was about the same as yours, living with the idiots of real life. If we could write names I would because there’s this bitch I work with that I fucking hate.

Maybe we need new jobs (insert laughing face even though I’m livid right now)

Yeah. Maybe. But we’ll get through it.

It took years for your soulmate to warm up to you. The first interactions were hesitant, slow, and barely considered conversations. But now you can discuss your day as if you were texting a friend, talk about your likes and dislikes. 

He was your soulmate after all.

You learned that he was a boy and an only kid, he had a strong quirk, and that he liked ramen. He was a rule follower and his handwriting always used proper punctuation. You told him all about your life and how you wanted to travel away from everything.

You wanted to know who he was, more than anything. 

You wished you could tell him your name and quirk, where you lived and who you were. You wished he could do the same. 

You’ve tried, of course, to write out your name and location. But the second the words were written onto the page, they turned into a random assortment of letters. Gibberish. Never to be written, never to be known.

“Dude, fucking relax!” You rubbed your temple at your desk, voice spitting venom against Bakugou’s loud vocals. “Not everything is about you, just sit down and wait to be sent on a mission.”

“What did you say to me?”

Katsuki Bakugou had been going on and on about how Deku got assigned to a mission in upper Japan, sent to work with a separate force for a bit to expand his horizon. He was outraged, yelling and standing tall and broad to pretend to be bigger than he was. 

You were doing paperwork, trying to concentrate despite his yelling and complaining and bitching. You were hovering above your seat with your legs crossed, papers scattered (it was a habit of yours, to just kind of hover a couple of inches off the surface of things; air manipulation and all that). 

“I said,” You turned to look into his ablaze eyes. “Sit down and wait. Not everything is about you.”

You only threw fuel into his fire, you could hear the sparking between his fingers. You turned back to your paperwork. 

“You don’t get to tell me what to do, you’re not even in the top five heroes.” Bakugou barked in your direction. You could feel his heat as he approached your desk. “You can sit and do your own paperwork all you want! I need to be put on serious cases, just like stupid Deku is always placed on.”

“You can argue with me all you want.” You moved to continue your work, pretending to be unbothered. You could feel the anger boil in your chest. “But you still are and will always be measly little number two. Now shut the fuck up, you’re interrupting those who are actually working.”

He was going to hit you, you knew he was. You two ended up fist fighting all the time, oxygen and explosions ending in destruction. Before he could, your boss walked in with a bellowing, “Bakugou! Get over here, I have something for your loud ass!”

You decided to give him a bored middle finger as he walked away.

They say that words are the way of life. You could say an infinite amount of words and sentences in your lifespan, you could say a word and only ever say it one time. Each assortment of words are different each time, something new every day. 

You figured that’s why you hated the soulmate thing. 

Finding your soulmate should be one of chance, of pure coincidence and meeting of strangers. With the journal, you are starting something you only hope to find. You could go your whole life without finding your soulmate.

And that is terrifying.

There are horror stories of writing to an endless notebook, sad movies created where the lettering turns back to red before they’ve found each other. You wanted nothing more than to meet and just… be with the man you’ve been writing to since you were thirteen.

It seemed to be some sick joke, a tease in the palm of your hands.

When you were young, you attended UA High. It was meant to be the best school for heroes, grooming them into the best of the best. Both of your parents had been heroes themselves, your mom with a cloud quirk and your dad with wings. You took after a bit of both, no wings and no clouds but could create air currents and manipulate the air surrounding you within a certain radius. It has something to do with your breath and lungs, but you never looked too much into the actual DNA aspect. 

When you arrived in the hero program, you passed the tests with ease. You tried to focus mainly on yourself and gaining your own points, alongside a couple of students with the same idea. 

You were pissed when you were placed in 1-B instead of 1-A. It was the start of your rivalry with the explosion boy. 

Luckily, you quickly gained friends. You actually seemed to have a soft spot for Hitoshi Shinsou, and you and Itsuka Kendou seemed to be the only two with brains (this led to many conversations resulting in shit talking and giggling). So in the end, you weren’t too upset to be placed in the second best class. 

And you did get to fight with Bakugou a lot more without punishment, your professor wanting to be number one as much as anyone else. 

One particular day that you remember to this day, one that really labeled your hatred for Bakuogu, was just a normal day at first. You were finished with your normal morning classes and just beginning the hero portion of the day, the training and fighting. 

Your class was working with Class 1-A for the day, teaming up with one of their students and seeing how your quirks would act both against and with each other.

You were, of course, teamed with Bakugou.

The fucker was already set in his ways, loud and in need of attention at all times. You were well aware of his… loud personality… at that point, being beside Shinsou when he called your class “extras”. He was already someone you wanted nothing to do with. 

“Good luck.” Kendou muttered to you when your names were announced as partners. “See ya.”

The second you headed to him, you could feel his apprehension. He wanted nothing to do with you. And you wanted nothing to do with him. In fact, you were hoping for Uraraka as your partner, wanting to see how your air manipulation would work with her gravity. 

Apparently the professors wanted to see the oxygen working with the burst of flames. Which, honestly, is cool yes — but it was the person behind the explosions that you did not want to be a part of.

Bakugou was not one to mumble under his breath. 

“Why am I paired with you?” He rolled his eyes, crossing his arms across his chest. “I could at least be with someone interesting like Mind Control over there.”

You already wanted to punch him. “You’ve obviously never seen my quirk.”

“Clearly it hasn’t been interesting enough to be worth my attention.”

“Say that again when I remove the oxygen straight from your lungs.” You threatened, knowing damn well you didn’t know how to do that yet. “Let’s just get this over with.”

He let out a long exhale, moving into position. You were already flying by the time he let off his first explosion.

His utter disrespect for you and your quirk not only irritated you, but only was the start of a long term competition on Who Can Be Better Than Who that lasted the rest of your time at UA.

Through the constant loud arguments, the yelling in the cafeteria and the comments just loud enough for the other to hear, the fist fights and the swearing that was reserved only for each other, you found comfort in talking to your soulmate. It was relaxing after a long day of pure annoyance and shit talking to finally just get to have normal conversations with someone you enjoy. 

Are we allowed to ask about school in this thing?

I don’t think so.

I’m sighing. Pretend that you could hear my sigh.

Wow, that was a loud sigh.

YOU’RE FUNNY! Anyway, I really want to know if we go to school together :(((

I don’t even think we can talk about JRTPD or BO::SOMD. See, they turn into gibberish.

 I mean… we can say school. So we can ask ABOUT school just not… specific schools. 

That’s true. I go to a special school and am the best in my class. You’re getting lucky by having me as a soulmate.

Well I would only hope so. Need a smart soulmate for fun facts.

Fun fact: you’re pretty cool. I guess.

Ah, the admission of your love for me.

Not love. I don’t hate talking to you if that does anything for you.

The one person you don’t hate. I’ll take it, Soulmate.

Don’t push it.

We should give each other nicknames. Since we can’t call each other by our real names.

Does the book allow it?

My parents did it before they found each other.

Okay. Like what?

I can call you Hot Head, because you’re hot and because you are always writing about how mad you are.

No.

I can always go with something cute like Honey.

This is gross. I was thinking like gamer tag nicknames.

Okay, Honey.

I take back what I said, asshole.

Honey and Asshole. The perfect pair. We could solve crimes!

I’m going to bed now.

Goodnight Honey ♡ I know that you aren’t reading these but you will in the morning. Dork.

“Do you know who your soulmate is?” You asked.

You were hanging out with Kendou, Monoma, and Shinsou in Kendou’s bedroom. The dorm rooms were all set up the exact same way, but for some reason Kendou’s always seemed to be bigger. 

“No idea.” Monoma shrugged. “I don’t think I want to know until I’m older, we’re too young and I want to focus on graduating first.”

“He’s right.” Kendou twisted in her position on her bed. “Why? Do you want to know who yours is?”

“I want to know more than anything.” You sighed. Your head was laid across Shinsou’s lap on the floor. “We get along so well and I try to talk to him every day.”

“How do you know it’s a he?”

“He told me.” You laughed. “We tried really hard to narrow it down as much as possible.”

“It sounds like he wants to know you too.” Kendou said. She giggled. “I should ask my soulmate their gender.”

“What about you, Shinsou?”

“I barely write to mine.” He shrugged, making your head tilt a little. “I’m sure they understand.”

“I’m sure they do, they were made to be yours.” You looked up at him with a smile. “Of everyone, I thought you would write the most.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because most people are scared to talk to you in real life.”

He flicked your forehead. “You aren’t scared to talk to me.”

“I’m not scared to talk to anyone.”

“I’ve noticed.”

You sighed and closed your Soulmate Journal, the rain now casting a dark shadow across the entirety of the sky. Your face was flushed in red, hair disheveled and you were still in your hero uniform, dirty and kind of burnt. 

Katsuki Bakugou had not only interrupted your victory, but he had claimed it as his own. His desperation to be the number one hero hadn’t stopped. It’s been years, you’ve grown past his stupid desire and he simply… hasn’t.

You fought the villain yourself, using your quirk to it’s full capabilities and trapping them in a circle of air. You fought for over an hour by yourself, taking up the mission while out and witnessing it first hand. Your freshly bought coffee was long forgotten as you raced after the thief.

The second you landed the thief, the ball of air dissipating as you grew tired, Bakugou arrived in a fiery feat and handcuffed the villain. Of course, the main photos were of him with the handcuffs, standing proud as if he hadn’t stolen your fight. 

His argument was that he did help. Yeah, he did ‒ for three seconds.

Katsuki Bakugou was a piss stain upon himself, truly the worst of the worst who’s own personal interest outweighs anything else in his life. He will never be anything but second best because he never thinks of anyone but himself. 

If only he could read thoughts instead of turning his sweat to ignition. Then you wouldn’t have to put your harsh thoughts into tone.

Your Soulmate was one of two people you genuinely enjoyed talking to, he always seemed to be on the same page as you. The other is Shinsou, from your high school. He was the only one you really kept in contact with.

Sometimes you like to convince yourself that Shinsou is your soulmate, since he hasn’t found his either. But you compared the handwriting and it didn’t match at all. Shinsou’s handwriting was much smaller and neater than the man you would eventually call yours.

“This is so fucking stupid!” You screamed, your rage reaching its max.

You threw your journal across your bedroom, the storm masking the sound of it banging against the wall by your bed. You were pissed, you wanted nothing more than to see Bakugou’s downfall. It’s been years. You were over it.

You were over it all. You were over him, you were over not knowing your soulmate, you were over being alone in your stupid apartment. It all reached it’s apex. Maybe you needed a shower, or maybe you needed to move from your job.

Your fit was interrupted by a loud crash on the roof of your apartment building. You nearly jumped at the sound, the sound not even close to the crashes of thunder. 

You rushed to the roof, your hero senses kicking in more than your regular carefulness. Once you were outside, you were almost instantly drenched in the rain. Only a couple of yards ahead of you was a man crumbled to the ground; they must’ve hit the roof harder than you thought.

When they turned, clutching their side, you knew instantly who it was.

“Deku?” You rushed towards him. “I thought you were in Hirosaki for some serious villain.”

He moved to stand, much taller and broad than he was back in high school. Yet still with the fluffy green hair and bright eyes with hope always seemingly sewed in. 

“I was. I just… I need your help.”

“Why do you need my help?” You helped him stand fully, taking his hand from his side to check for an injury. He wasn’t bleeding. “Doesn’t Uraraka live around here?”

“I don’t… want to involve her in this.” He stood straight. His healing must’ve started. “I… this is something I need you for.”

“Okay…” You crossed your arms. “What do you need?”

“I know what you’re going to say.” Deku started, and you didn’t move. “But it’s Bakugou.”

“No.”

“C’mon, Aero, I know that you two…”

“No.”

“Please, I…”

“Deku, you know more than anyone how and who he is. Whatever it is, he can deal with it himself.” You started back towards the stairs. “I appreciate you coming to me, for whatever reason, but this is something that you have to find someone else for.”

“Don’t think of this as us doing something for him.” Deku rushed to stand in front of you. “Think of it as a favor for me. You owe me one.”

“Don’t do this now.” 

“I’m officially cashing in my favor.”

You sighed, “Fine. Can you at least tell me what we need to do for the asshole?”

“I’ll tell you on the way.” He nearly jumped in joy. “But you cannot tell anyone. Not Shinsou, not the police, and not our boss. This is under the radar.”

“Oh, shit.” You followed him as you flew next to him. “What are you getting me into?”

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[warmblanketwhump]

safe enough to fall

a little university-themed thing I wrote using @sicktember prompts: comfort item, sneaky temperature check, medicine, unlikely caregiver, and lightly inspired by these prompts

the grip of the winter’s cold was their constant, unrelenting companion - but sometimes, B just wished it would be a little less faithful.

It doesn’t ease in the morning, when B wakes up coughing with a cold nose and stiff limbs. It stays as B shivers through the lukewarm shower and the hurried layering of clothes over damp, goosebumped skin. It sticks to them like cling wrap on the bus, in the lecture hall, the windy walk to their next class, makes them tense their rattling jaw, and leaves them hunched over and huddled up, desperate to conserve any scrap of heat.

This was a fact of their university existence - that after the pleasant crispness of fall, their poor, scholarship-funded body was plunged into four months of frozen hell. They didn’t like to complain - after all, they were getting a free education. But no one told them how brutal their university’s winters would be, nor that dorm heating was little more than a few puffs of warm air every hour, or that regardless of how many layers they pulled on, they’d be chilled to the bone until late March.

Their final class of the week is in a drafty science lab, and they hold back a groan. The cold's not the only source of their dread - it was the thought of spending 90 minutes with their perky, overly friendly lab partner, A.

A, whose parents were well-off, well-known benefactors of their university. A, who lived in a nice house with proper heating and had the money for a warm winter coat. A, who obliviously chattered on about anything and everything. Besides that, they were just so...happy. All the time.

The can afford to be, B thought miserably. There was no way all that sunshine could be real.

B really tried to tamp down their bitterness, but it was hard to listen to someone gush on about their amazing weekend their family spent on some tropical island when B spent the same weekend wrapped up in blankets, trying to stay warm enough to study their nomenclature notes.

Two minutes before class, A bounds into the lab like a freed golden retriever and begins their usual volley of caffeinated questions, which B responds to in short, clipped answers. Suddenly, the questions stop and A’s brows furrow.

“You look cold. Are you okay?”

B shifts on their stool and tucks their fingers into the sleeves of their worn secondhand coat, pulling it tighter with a shudder. “I am cold. It’s winter.” They cough weakly into their elbow - the nagging cough has gripped them for weeks now.

“Are you sick?”

Direct, then. That was new. “No. At least, I don’t think so. I don’t have a fever or anything.” In truth, they had been feeling a little lower than usual the past couple of days, the chill a little deeper, the aches more pronounced, the cough a bit more painful. But in their book, that was hardly enough call themselves sick. B sniffles and A opens their mouth to comment further, but the professor calls the class to attention, and the moment is gone.

90 minutes later, they’ve got their work cut out for them - a ten-page lab report that’s going to count for nearly a quarter of their final grade. And as luck would have it, it was a partner project, which meant B got to spend more time with the equivalent of human rocket fuel.

“So...do you want to just knock this out tonight?” A's eyes dart around nervously.

B frowns - it’s almost the weekend, and they figured A would have plans with friends this evening. But B sure doesn’t have anything going on., so they don’t protest. “No… I s’pose we should get as much done as possible while it’s still fresh. Want to go to the library?”

“Ugh." A cringes. "Do we have to? That place is like a tomb.”

B huffs indignantly. “It's not that bad," they mumble in a weak defense of their favorite study spot. A shoots them a glare, and B rolls their eyes. "Do you have somewhere better? It's Friday, so most places are closing up.”

“Well, my parents decided to go on some last-minute ski trip to the Alps again, so my place is free," A says as they step out into the biting wind. "Plus, I have a ton of food and it's actually warm in there, unlike these buildings.”

The promise of decent heating and food that wasn't from the dining hall was enough for B. "Fine. Your place." The pair trudge through the bitter wind as the sun begins to set, and soon they arrive at A's parents’ home - a beautiful, winding estate just a couple minutes away from campus. B has to bite their lip to keep their jaw off the ground - in the blustering snow, this place looks straight out of a Christmas card. Another reminder of how they don’t fit in this world.

Will you stop? B chastises themselves. A having money isn't a personal attack on you. Just enjoy the free food, finish the assignment and get over it.

Despite the towering exterior, B's house was quite cozy, colored in warm neutrals and filled with soft, comfortable furniture. Just past the mudroom, they spot a big living room filled with with an enormous overstuffed couch, squashy-looking pillows, and soft throw blankets. Everything about this place screams warm. A rubs their arms, suddenly aware of how cold they are. The heat nearly makes them dizzy, and they can feel the temperature difference as it seeps into their cold skin.

"Want some cocoa?" A tosses their bag into the corner and heads for an electric kettle in the kitchen, and B follows. "It always helps me warm up." B nods. A couple minutes later, A pushes over a steaming mug with the top entirely covered in marshmallows.

B wraps their chilled fingers around the mug and takes a sip, and the warm, rich liquid feels like heaven to their cold body. "That's amazing."

A smiles. "It's the good stuff." They sip in a surprising silence for a few moments, before A sighs in resignation. "As much as I wish this was just a social call, this report isn't gonna write itself." They grab a bag of popcorn and nod their head toward the living room, and B follows dutifully. A flicks on the gas fireplace and tosses B a throw blanket, and the pair gets to work.

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After a couple hours of studying, three instances of indignantly thrown popcorn, and a dramatic reading of the periodic table, B realized that they may have misjudged A. Deep down, under the bubbly exterior, A was a genuinely kind, sweet person. It wasn't an act - they just were human sunshine. And the longer they spent time with them, the more B realized they didn't mind their company at all.

"Alright." A drops their pencil and rubs their eyes. "If I have to balance one more equation, my brain's gonna explode. Study break time." A flips on the TV and puts the volume on low.

B leans their head back on the couch and pulls their throw blanket to their chin, trying to ward off the shivery feeling in their core. Despite the heat of the fire, the mug of hot chocolate, and the thick blanket, they just can’t seem to get warm.

Their face feels hot, but their blood feels chilled and heavy, the weight of it making them ache deep down in their bones. B wraps their arms around their knees, trying to rub away the throbbing pain and get some warmth into their skin. They glance out the picture window at the now-blowing snow. It's gonna be a miserable walk home.

"B, you're shivering." A's turning to look at them now.

B startles. "It's-It's nothing. Just a chill." The concern in A's voice triggers their flight response. "I....I should probably get back to the dorms. It’s late–" They're cut off with a hacking cough that leaves them breathless and they wince at the ache in their chest.

"B, it's snowing, and you haven't even had dinner-"

"Where's my jacket?" They push themselves up and toss the throw blanket off, instantly regretting it as the air invades their pocket of hard fought warmth. They’re trembling and dizzy and desperately freezing, but they cannot stay here. Then, the world tilts and they fall back on to the couch. For a moment, they're just laying in an icy, spinning world, trying to catch their breath, when warmth suddenly envelops them.

A's tucking the same thick grey blanket around their shivering form. As they pull away, their hand lightly brushes over B's neck, then freezes. B twists away from the gentle touch, but it’s too late. Realization floods over A's face. Caught. "You lied. You are sick."

B groans, even as their fingers weave into the chunky knit and pull the warm layer closer. "A, please. Just let me go home. I'm probably contagious. You don't want me here."

"B, you look like death warmed over. I'm not sending you out in a blizzard when you're feverish like this. I won't do it." There's a spark in their eyes and a set to A's jaw that dares B to challenge them.

B leans back, defeated. Even though they want nothing more than to run out of this room, they're too weak to stand and too cold to move. So here they'll stay.

It's okay. Someone's here. You can give in now.

No. I can't. I can't let them see me like this.

What choice do you have? You already look awful. Let them help you.

A covers them with another blanket and places a gentle hand on their back, rubbing slowly. The firelight flickers, casting light and shadow across their solemn face. “B. Tell me what you're feeling, and I'll get you what you need.”

B swallows down the rising panic, the helpless vulnerability they feel, and takes a shallow, shaky breath. “I…I guess I just feel….not right. I’m always cold...but it's...worse.” They sniffle weakly, trying to still and order their swirling thoughts. “Chills, fever, cough, sore throat, kinda stuffed up. And it just hurts everywhere.”

A nods slowly, then leaves the room. They return in a few minutes with a few small bottles, carefully scanning the labels and holding them up for B to see.

“Can you take this? Any problems with this one?” B had to take a moment and match the brand names with their usual knockoff brands, but soon they had a couple over the counter medicines picked out, along with something for their cough.

A glances at the medicine labels once more. "This one says to take with food. I've got some leftover chicken and dumpling soup I can heat up - does that sound okay?"

B nods almost imperceptibly. "Sounds wonderful." A gets up to heat the soup, and B feels the anxiety rising in their stomach when they're not in the room with them. A returns with a mug and manages to gently spoon a few sips of broth into B's mouth before B starts falling asleep, clutching the grey blanket even tighter to their shoulders.

A smiles sadly. “That blanket's my favorite whenever I'm not feeling good. It's the best thing you could have to fight off what you’ve got. Trust me.”

B curls into the soft fabric. It was as if the warm environment of the apartment and the comfort of the blanket had been a signal that it was safe to leave survival mode, rest for a moment, open the floodgates that had been holding back whatever had been ailing them for weeks.

After B takes their medicine, A’s eyes shift awkwardly around the room. “So….when you’re sick, do you like having someone with you? Or do you want to be by yourself?”

A sudden rush of emotion crashes over B. They’d so rarely had the choice. It takes all they’ve got not to throw themselves around A and beg them not to leave. “Stay, please,” they ask in a small, trembling voice. “If it’s not too much trouble.”

A smiles halfway and gently pats B’s leg. “Seeing as how I live here, I don’t think that’ll be a problem.” They take their spot at the end of the couch and pull B’s legs over their own, flicking the TV to a familiar movie. B tries to keep up with the plot, but they keep falling in and out of a fitful, restless sleep, tossing, turning, unable to get comfortable enough.

When B’s about ready to cry from exhaustion, A’s there, covering them up with another blanket, bringing them a glass of water, gently stroking the damp hair off their forehead before laying a cold cloth over it. They flinch at first, but the cool dampness eases the fire of their fever, even for just a moment. The last thing B remembers before falling unconscious is a gentle hand squeezing theirs.

It could be minutes or hours later when they jolt awake from a fever dream in a cold sweat, choking and coughing. They’ve kicked off their blankets and the cloth is nowhere to be found, but the chills are back in full force. A appears in B’s blurred vision, hand held to B’s forehead. “Poor thing. Your fever’s worse,” they murmur.

B’s still gasping for breath, curled up in the fetal position, body wracked by the shakes as they try force the words through their chattering teeth. “A...It's so cold. I’m so scared.”

If B was more lucid, they’d see something in A’s eyes crack wide open at their weak, fearful cries. A pulls the trusted grey blanket from the floor and wraps it back around B, rubbing their arms to try and make them feel warmer. There's something in the tenderness of the gesture, and B’s panicked gasps turn into soft, quiet sobs. They try and cover their face with one hand, but A’s hand is there, catching their wrist and wiping the tears away with their thumb.

“Hey. You’re gonna be okay. We just gotta get through tonight, alright?” A’s voice matches their usual cheery demeanor, but B can see the fear in their own eyes. They don’t know what they’re doing either.

“Why are you helping me?” B whispers in a tear-roughened voice.

A shrugs. "You're sick. You need help. Is it that so surprising?"

B's eyes flash a delirious spark. "You don't get it. I'm a broke scholarship student. I'm nothing like you. I'm not fun, or bubbly, or rich, or any of those things you are, and I don't fit in here. So why?"

B can't stop the words now, every single insecurity laid bare. "Why do you try to talk to me when I'm nothing but rude to you? Why'd you invite me here? Am I just a project to you? Why are you helping me? I'm not worth it!" The words spill out before B can stop them, and the raw hurt in A's eyes nearly rips B's heart out of their chest.

B claps their hand over their mouth, tears flooding their eyes. Now they've done it. They've laid it all out there. A's gonna kick them to the curb. And B won't blame them one bit.

But instead, A just looks at them, and pulls B into a hug. Their voice wavers only a bit as they whisper in B's ear: "You're not a project. You are completely worth being cared for. And you’re not the only one who knows what it feels like to not fit somewhere. Trust me.”

Alone. In a big, empty house. Studying on a Friday night. No plans of their own.

A, are you lonely, too?

Their words are so simple.

And yet they're everything B didn't know they needed to hear. A's got one arm around their shoulders, and one hand threaded through their sweaty, fever-damp hair, and they're cradling B so tightly it’s like they're the one who needs to be held.

B can't find the words to apologize or comfort them back. They're too tired for that. But they wrap their other arm around A and let their head rest on their shoulder. They stay like that for ages until their head begins to drop, and A shifts so they’re both laying down, B curled against A, A’s arm wrapped around their shoulders as they tuck a blanket around them both.

And finally, finally, B lets go. It's safe to fall, this time around. Because for the first time, there's someone there to catch them.

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#5

Stopped breathing 🫠

492 notes - Posted March 23, 2022

#4

Come back home.(RC)

- summary: Rafe goes away for 4 months on a business trip in the Bahamas and you are counting the minutes he will be back!

Warning: kissing, touching, fluffff💓

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It was the early morning hours and you flutter your eyes open to see the view of the ocean and the view of your beautiful husband Rafe Cameron. The morning sun casted in the room and landing on you, it felt so warm on your skin you smile In enjoyment.

“Good morning sweetheart” his sleepy voice still makes your heart flutter. “Good morning love” you smile and gives him a quick kiss before he decides to get out of bed. “No come back..” you mumble as you hold the white sheet over your bare chest.

“Baby I wish I can but you know I gotta get ready” his back is turn to you as he packs his carry on, you can’t hold back the smile your sporting at the scratches you’ve created on his back from the night before. “I’m gonna miss you so so much” you get out of bed and grabs his shirt and pulls it on and grabs your underwear and puts it on as you walk over to him. “Please call me everyday”

“Baby I wouldn’t miss a single call.” He kisses your forehead before grabbing your hand. “Shower with me one more time?” You bite your lip in excitement and nod. “Your saying it like where never gonna see each other” you roll your eyes and walks into the bathroom with him.

“Take off your clothes” he tells you and you look at him stupidity before he laughs. “Baby not in that way” you giggle and take off your clothes and he steps into the shower first and you join him.

“I’m gonna miss showering with you almost every day” you exaggerate leaning your chin on his head chest and wrapping your arms around his torso. He pushes the wet strains of hair out of your face and kisses your lips gently while his big hands cup your cheeks. “Me too baby, gonna miss cleaning you up”

You blush and kisses him sweetly. “I have attachments issues. What am I going to do with out you. I’ve grown up with you my whole life Rafe and now now your leaving for 4 months?” You begin to panic and back away from him and looked down. “Baby hey look, you’ll be fine. We’ll be fine!! Come on it’s only a few months.” He tries to reassure you but you don’t saying anything so he continues. “I’ll call you everyday and tell you how my dad was and we’ll even shower together. My sweet girl” he pulls you into him and kisses you deeply.

“I’m sorry.” He gets on his knees and kisses your stomach. “Don’t be sorry for being you mamas.” He kisses your inside thigh then your hip bone and all the way up until he kisses your lips. “Believe me when u tell you that I’ll be thinking of you all day and night.”

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After the shower you both get dress and drive to the tarmac. “Time to go son” Ward tells him. “Morning y/n.” You wave high and looks back at Rafe. “I’ll call you when I land. I love you so much. So so much.” He tears a little and you wipe it with a crying laugh. “I love you more Rafe Cameron.” You kiss him hard and he hiked you tight. “Okay go” you pull away. “I love you.” He walks to the plane and gets on it.

Your heart breaks looking at him go away. You need him. 2 months In you call Rafe with exciting news. “Rafe. I’m 2 months pregnant” you squeal.

“What?? No way! Baby looks at us. We are having a baby.” He begins to cry and you just want to hug him. “Yes we are pregnant” you smile and he smirks.

“Guess your breeding kink came in handy.”

“Sure did.” You laugh and show him the test.

“Cant wait to see you.”

“I love you.”

“And I love you.”

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496 notes - Posted August 4, 2022

#3

DREW WTF

498 notes - Posted April 20, 2022

#2

You’re so sexy 😩

955 notes - Posted October 7, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Trouble in paradise (RC)

Warning: cheating/ smut 18+/ heavy touching. Shower sex/ argument/ getting caught.

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It was the way he would look at you at dinner that had you in this position, the way he would watch you take a bite of your food and watch the way your lips wrapped around the fork. It was the way he talked to you, the way he would touch you even with innocence. That all lead you to this very moment. Rafe Cameron’ your cousins boyfriend pinning you against the shower wall as he drills into you. The sounds you where making had you glad that not a single soul was home.

“Fuck. I’ve wanted you for so long.” He wraps one of his hands around your neck and leans in to give you a sloppy kiss. You whimper at the feeling of his dick hitting every possible spot to exist in you.

“You ever thought about me the same way I do? Bet you do, thinking about me while you touch that pretty pussy of yours hm?” Your eyes was shut and didn’t say a word until you felt a deep thrust. “Fuck.” You moan out and open your eyes.

“Answer me pumpkin. You touch yourself at the thought of me?” His voice was so deep and he was out of breath.

“Yes I think about you everyday with my hands between my legs whispering your name like it’s a good damm prayer. God your so sexy. Love you” you mumble the last sentence and he kisses you again but slowly as his movement slows down.

“Shit Y/N say that again.” He looks into your innocent eyes and could come at the sight of the way your looking at him.

“I love you.” Her pouty lips and big doe innocent eyes had him going. He nods and thrust into you hard until your decorating his back with scratches of your finger nails. “Love you Y/N. Fuck can I come in you.”

“Yesyesyesyes” she moans with her pouty lips and he rubbed her clit and she came hard with a cry. Shaking and trembling. Few more thrust and he’s coming deep inside of you. “Shit.” You guys breath for a minute before he lets you down. Feet touching the shower floor with week knees.

“This- this has to go on. Can’t stay away from you or that pussy.” He pushes the wet hair out of your face and away from your neck and kisses your lips. “You really love me?” He ask without pulling away from your kiss. “I do.” You smile and kisses him.

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It has been non stop of you and Rafe for the past 3 months, fucking, talking, secret hang out, excuses to hang with one another. Your friends knew you where seeing someone as well as your cousin, she noticed how happy you seem and is happy for you. You just feel so guilty but can help yourself.

“So y/n! Tell me about this boy!” Your cousin breaks the silence as you where eating fruits at her Kitcen counter. You where over for dinner and to spend a night to have a REAL sleepover with your cousin. you told Rafe that this was a real sleepover and that you’ll be with her the whole night but Rafe doesn’t believe you. He knows that by the end of the night while his girlfriend is sound asleep that you’ll either be on your knees or wrapped around him.

“Uh? He’s some guy who I met at the supermarket.” (Liar)

“Oh that’s sound so tv show-is right?” You laugh and nod. “Yes very!” You look over at Rafe and he’s staring at you hard.

“So what’s this boy like Y/N?” Rafe ask and you glare at him.

“Oh now baby stop bullying her, Y/N you don’t need to spill your business out to him.” She leans up and kisses him lips. You exhale deeply and looked at Rafe. When they pull away you smile.

“Go on Y/N/N.” He begins.

“He’s a hot guy, hm?? Sometimes annoying but sweet and the sex is awesome” you smile at the thought.

“That seems like fun!” Your cousin looks down and you remember what Rafe told you. “I haven’t touched her since we made love Y/N.”

“Okay so how about we have some amazing dinner by you Marci”

“Yeah let’s.” She looks up at Rafe and you can feel the tension in the room rising.

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“Okay this was so good I’ve never felt so full in my life” you take a sip of water and Rafe smirks at you. “You sure?” He speaks up and you almost chocked on your water.

“Marci he’s bullying me.” You look at her and she smiles lightly.

“Stop bullying her.” She looks at him and stands up. “I’m gonna do the dishes. Excuse me.” She grabs the plates and you stand up.

“Do you need help?” You offer. She looked down.

“Rafe can help! Relax” she blows a kiss at you and looks at Rafe with a stern look.

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1,890 notes - Posted August 5, 2022

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[i-became-the-lady-of-the-blog]

Here is an idea for yandere Dire Crowley, as expected from thot blog, it has sex in it. Read more is added because the length. No beta

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MC had been asking the same questions over and over again, when she can go back to home, what’s his progress in finding a way to home, ya da ya da ya da

Dire had it enough. But that’s not all. He had MC, gave her clothes and a place to sleep. Instead of worshipping the he walked in, she wanted to leave! How ungrateful she was!!! On top of that, she was wasting the things he gave to her on her friends

This had to end...

Dire cooked up a plan and was sure it would work

Dire said “I have found a way for you to return home but there is an issue with one of the ingredients.”

MC was elated to hear she could go back home “What’s the ingredient? I’d climb Mount Everest to get it!”

He didn’t understand what she meant but she walked in his trap “One of the ingredients is the mixture of body fluids of spell caster and the user”

MC was embarrassed to hear but also so desperate to return home “I can bring some next morning”

“It cannot be mixed outside the bodies. If you do it, the spell won’t work and it has to be done by fortnight. And we need to gather as much as we can for spell to work” The magic was crazy for her and it didn’t have to make sense as he made her rush to the decision

MC was reluctant at first but she had no other choice. Dire was not going to ravish her in the dorm where ghosts would know what they do. He teleported them to his room.

He took off his gloves, hat and jacket leaving them on his dresser. He turned to see how nervous MC was which excited him even more. He grabbed a bottle from his drawer and handed it to MC, telling her it was just contraceptive potion. After drinking the potion, she told him she is ready.

He could have taken out all of their clothes with magic but he wanted to savour the moment. He slowly took off her clothes, his hands grazing her skin as the article of clothing fell to the ground one by one, leaving her in her underwear. Then it was his turn.

“If you please help” She nodded, her hands found their way to his vest and stated to unbutton him, followed by his shirt. Another time she might have enjoyed the appearance of his toned body but as of now it was nerve wrecking and it was about to become worse since she had to remove his pants too.

Dire already took off his shoes, was waiting for her to unbuckle his belt and take off his pants. He felt himself harden when her hands unzipped his pants and she knelt on her knees to remove the rest of it. When it was done, he saw her face his clothed cock, seemed surprised to see the bulge. He barely held himself from thrusting forward. She got up and reached to his mask, was stopped by his hand. “Later” he said before reaching towards her bra “We need to normalize seeing each other’s naked body or this week won’t pass” She nodded, letting him do as he pleased.

He unhooked her bra, freeing her breasts. He let her bra fall to the ground as he admired her chest, how good they would feel if he were message them and lick her nipples. It would be real in a few minutes. He then took off her knickers and told her to remove his. They had plenty of time to admire those parts later.

He removed the duvets with magic. “This might hurt but as kind person, I’ll be as gentle as possible.” Dire said, pushing her down on his bed.

“I had sex before. Yet, we still need to have foreplay so I won’t be harmed” Well that was bummer but her past doesn’t matter.

He dimmed the lights with his magic before he took off his mask and threw somewhere in the room. He didn’t want MC to see his face yet while thanks to his nature he would see all of her reactions. She would feel his face soon either way.

“Call me Dire when we are alone, MC” He said wanted her to sing his name as he brought pleasure beyond her wildest dreams. He pressed her to the bed, giving her a deep kiss and leaving her surprised. His lips move from hers to her jaw, her neck then her chest. Taking one nipple to his mouth, his hand moves to message the other one. Her breathing hitched, unintentionally pushing her chest forward Dire, letting out a soft moan. His ear picked it up as a smirk formed on his face. His stimulation was working and her moan just encouraged him further. He suckled her nipple more until moving on to the next one, giving the same attention to it.

He could smell her arousal but he was not done yet. MC asked for foreplay then Dire shall deliver it. When he deemed it was enough nipple play, he kissed his way down to her crotch. Spreading her legs further for better access, he took a good look at her cunt. What a pretty little thing, he thought. He started to kiss from his inner thighs to the main dish. He sucked her thigh, leaving hickeys that no one but them would see, he graze his fangs along her skin, he felt her tense whilst thrusting her hips. He continued to give attention to her thighs all while looking at MC’s face. She was covering her mouth with her hand, suppressing her moans. That was not going to do so he pulled her hand away “There is no shame here. Let your body sing” She nodded, letting out loud moan when he continued to kissing her thighs, moving towards her vagina.

When he reached her slit, he slid his nose like credit card before his tongue playing with her clit. He moved down to her vagina and without wasting any time he slammed his mouth on her vagina, his tongue exploring it while his nose brushed her clit. With one hand he was gripping her leg, moving it for better angle while with the other one he was messaging her breast. Soon she tried to clamp her legs together, squeezing Dire in between but that didn’t stop him. His tongues dwelled as much as it could, touching as many places it could. His fangs was brushing against her pussy time to time but it was just making her more excited. Her hand dangled in his hair, pressing her further while her hips her thrusting against him. It was euphoric and soon she felt her orgasm coming, her toes clenched as her back arched.

Dire did t want to waste time by waiting for her to come down from her high. Normally, he would expect oral in return but right now, he just wanted to cum inside her. He crawled over MC, positioning her legs for deeper penetration, her legs clasped around his chest. He looked at her face, how needy she looked, he was such a kind person to fulfill her needs. Without further ado, his cock penetrated her vagina. A deep moan left his lips as he felt her vaginal walls around his cock before he could stop himself. He just wished he could have felt this divine feeling before.

Dire was not alone in the pleasurable feeling as MC moaned as well. He brushed her hair out of her face before kissing her as he started to thrust forward. He didn’t stop thrusting his hips and soon he and MC were in synch. He was kissing her neck and jaw then mouth when she let another moan out which was silenced by his mouth.

Dire felt MC arching her back as her walls started to tense, understanding that she is close to her release, he sped up. Her walls clenched around his cock as she cummed, making him release too. Both were panting, trying to catch their breaths but Dire recovered faster.

“Sh-should we gather our cums now?” She asked.

“It’s better to gather when there is more. I am not taking my cock out so our cums won’t leak out” He reasoned with her and she nodded in agreement. When Dire recovered enough for second round, he started to move again. It had been so long since he had had sex. He is unsure if he had ever felt this way before. It had to be MC’s doing and he was glad for every moment of it.

The next two weeks went the same way. The only difference was MC was less embarrassed to be naked in front of Dire. When it was the day to cast the spell, Dire convinced her to have more sex as to get more cum mixture for the spell.

MC was so tired after so many rounds that she just closed her eyes for 5 seconds.

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She opened her eyes, it was dawn, the sunrise was lightening the room. Where she was didn’t register with her at first. After blinking a few times, she realized she was still in Dire’s bed. She turned to her side and saw him facing the other way while his hand was thrown over her. Did he forget that he was suppose to cast the magic at dawn?

MC shook Dire awake, he was being mumbling under his breath, telling to let him sleep. There was no time to waste so she shook him more harshly.

Dire turned to face her, he was not wearing mask nor the dark was covering his face. His eyes stood out as a confirmation of his fae genealogy. She didn’t expect him to look this good but she couldn’t focus on that now. “What is it, my dear?��� She was baffled to be called my dear but there was no time now.

She changed to sitting position, readying to leave the bed “You have to cast the magic before sun rises completely!” She tried to get up from bed but his arm over her didn’t budge. “Dire! Hurry!”

Dire chuckled, standing on his elbow. “Oh my dearest,” he took the hair in front of her face and tucked behind her ear with his hand that was over her. “Did you really think there was a spell such that?” He smirked as he brushed her cheek.

“B-but”

“You brat are not going anywhere. Now go back to sleep.” He swung his arms over her, pushing her back to the bed. She tried to remove his arm and get away but it was no use. “Besides why would I let the mother of my child get away?”

That shocked MC. “WHAT?! You gave me contraceptives!”

Dire laughed cruelly. “That was to increase fertility and stamina.” He lifted himself up lightly, moving the sheet and getting closer to her belly. “Maybe you are already pregnant from our first night together. It takes 2 weeks for impregnation of your kind.” Kissing her belly, “Hey little one!”

Dire straighten himself on the bed and pulling her harshly, he spooned her. “You should rest, my love. This might be the only time you’ll be able to rest.” He kissed her cheek and let his head fall to the pillow.

MC struggled to get away from his grip but it was impossible and was tiresome. Her nails dug into his hands, thinking that pain would cause him to let go but it was impossible.

All MC wanted back was the big house with red door, the lemon tree outside her window...

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Kudos if you understand the last line’s reference.