#i’ll probably make this look nicer someday

[percexe]

i get way too into silhouette blocking

[flowersonpebbles]

Week 3: Travels 19. Deep Roads

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I clench my jaw, rubbing my head in agony. Alistair rubs my back reassuringly. “Gah… is this what you felt in Ostagar…?” I mumble softly.

“Yup. But it was the first time back then. I feel slightly less like I’m gonna die this time ‘round.” Alistair titters sheepishly. “Well… not really, it’s probably going to get a lot worse the deeper we go…” he admits carefully, smiling apologetically. I frown deeply at the realization. “I feel water helps a lot… and elfroots.” He offers gently, opening his backpack and getting out some elfroots. I smile gratefully, worried though.

It’s been a few days in the deep roads. The headache gets worse and worse but I’ve learned to manage so only Alistair knows about it. Since he also feels it. It’s so dark down here… and cold sometimes. Its nicer next to rivers of lava though. It terrifies me down here though… and the thought of having to someday come down here to die, alone…? It makes me sick to my stomach. I feel cheated. But I’ll... there has to be a way to stop it…! Right…? Zev grabs my hand with a soft smile, “You look so gloomy, my Warden…” I smile sadly, intertwining my fingers with his.

[pixeldistractions]

And please, God, let me have this, Maria prayed sometimes. Granted, she was well aware that praying for a man was probably far beneath an almighty being’s concerns. But this, specifically, she needed this. What she felt for Jordan was special and gentle and pure, and she’d been alone now for years because no man she’d ever met could match what she felt for this one.

“You don’t talk about him much,” Jordan said.

“Oh, talk about who?” Maria was still lost in delightful reverie.

“Your husband.”

Funny how Maria didn’t want to think about her dead husband at all when she was with Jordan.  

“What was he like? Like, what kind of guy was he? I mean, unless it makes you sad to think about or something.”

Jordan seemed genuinely interested to know, so she told him. “Oh, no, it’s okay. It’s not too sad anymore. Well, he was an officer in the Air Force. He was only a couple of years older than me, but he always seemed so grown up. Like, he was probably even grown up as a little kid. He liked classical music and tennis and crossword puzzles. Um, he wasn’t super religious or anything, but he always went to church, like it was something he felt he need to do. He volunteered. And he was really good at saving money.”

Jordan nodded. “The kind of guy who has all his shit together.”

Maria shrugged. “I guess he did. He didn’t need me for anything.”

“Don’t say that,” Jordan said. “People have all kinds of needs.”

“Okay, maybe he enjoyed hearing me play my violin.” 

“You never told me you play violin.”

“I guess because I don’t play much anymore. It was a long time ago. I’m out of practice now. I lost track of it when we got married, then I had Johanna, then the war and everything… and now here I’ve come to my final resting place.”

Jordan laughed. “Yikes.”

“Well, I’m a single mom, you know. Who wants all that baggage?”

“She’s a kid, not a prison sentence.”

“Are we talking about the same kid? That kid over there with rabies?”

Johanna clicked away at the keyboard. On her game, a tiger roared.  

“Even that kid,” Jordan said.

“Well, anyway, I don’t even remember how to date. It’s rough out there. Stephanie invited me to this wedding as a guest, plus one. I don’t even know who I’d ask. I don’t even know people, except my lesbian neighbors on one side, and the elderly couple on the other side. And the people here at work. Unless, maybe, you’re not doing anything tomorrow night...”

He smiled kindly. “I’m on the roster as staff.”

“Oh, right,” she said. “Damn. You should have been nicer to Stephanie.”

“Next time, for sure.”

“Stephanie’s next wedding?”

“Ha ha. I mean, you know, anyone’s.”

What on earth? Did he just say he’d go to a theoretical someday wedding with her? It made her heart race and her mind bend into twists trying to figure it out.

“Sorry, the kids were distracting you,” she said. “I bet you have a lot of work to finish.”

Not work to finish with Ingrid, she meant.

“It’s okay,” he said. “I need to find something for lunch anyway.” 

“I’ll make you some lunch. I was going to whip something up for Johanna anyway. It’s the least I can do. For looking out for my little feral animal. Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

He took a seat at the counter next to Johanna. She was playing a computer game about matching animals to their habitats. “Hey Jo Jo, what kind of animal are you?”

“I’m a wolverine, grrr!”

Jordan laughed. “I believe you.”

— from “my sweetheart #3: feral” (7/7)

Next ->

[not-alien-girl-v]

Vampires Will Never Hurt You (Harry Styles)

Chapter 10

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"So you do sleep," was the very first thing Harry heard when he woke. A few weeks had passed since the drive we took, which meant I actually had to go through with my plans to confess to my mom about everything.

Harry jerked awake at the sound of my voice, turning to see Donna and I leaning against the wall of his bedroom. Donna had her elbow resting on my shoulder as I sipped on the smoothie that I got from Jamba Juice this morning. "Can I help you?" He finally spoke.

"Not really," I replied, now purposefully make loud slurping noises with my straw to annoy him. He squinted his eyes shut for a moment before widely opening them like he was trying to prepare his brain for whatever we were doing.

"So what, are we just having a family reunion in here and you didn't invite me?" Charlie suddenly walks into Harry's room as well, joining us in standing there.

"He sleeps, did you know that?" Donna asked him. Donna and Charlie seem to be back where they were before, with Donna's feelings too hard for me to read and Charlie hopelessly in love with her, but she has no idea. Same old same old.

"You sleep? Since when?" Charlie plastered a genuine smile on his face. I think he might actually make an effort to be nicer to Harry now. I'm not sure though; I haven't spoken to him since I talked to him about Donna and Florence.

"Since always I-" the exasperated Harry tried getting out but was interrupted yet again.

"Donna, I think I accidentally got your smoothie, which one did you order again?" Louis barged into the room, holding a smoothie similar in color to the one in Donna's hand. "I didn't drink from it, promise, it just smells weird."

"Ok! Does anyone actually need anything from me, or are we all just hanging out in my room today?" Harry finally got one full sentence out.

"Oh yeah, by the way, you're meeting the coven today," I casually slipped in.

"And you're telling me this now?" Harry seemed annoyed, yet endeared, like I was being irritating but deep down he didn't really mind.

"Mhm. We're leaving in 30 minutes, I suggest you get up now," I slyly turned around and walked out of the room, Donna, Charlie, and Louis following close behind.

From behind the man's closed door, I heard a loud groan. He loves us so much.

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I made the choice of leaving Jorge at home. One human vampire is enough to explain to my family, the bird can wait. Plus, it's not like he could break out of the cage. It's practically impenetrable. I think.

I had set up a little water feeding bottle of blood for him, kind of like in a hamster's cage. Although he's no hamster, it seemed to work pretty well.

However, the small bird in the window was the last of my concerns as I sat in the back seat next to Harry. Donna had stolen shotgun on me, not that I minded much, I just liked to pretend I did, and it was Charlie's car, so he was driving. Someday, I swear I'm getting my hands on that car for a drive. Just once. Charlie doesn't even have to know. I'll add it to my list of shit to do.

My mind was mostly preoccupied with Harry. When is it not, honestly? I'm really starting to regret what I did, that boy is nothing but trouble.

Do I introduce him as my friend? My vampire friend? Are we best friends yet? Is it safe to say that? Do my family know who he is as a celebrity? Will that make things awkward? I must have had a dumb look on my face as I precariously thought about it, because Harry nudged me with his shoulder.

"What's on your mind?" He asked. I didn't feel in the mood to discuss this with him, especially since knowing him, he won't give me a straight answer, he'll just pull one of those 'whatever you want to do is fine' bullshit answers. I hate when he does that.

"I should probably give you the run down of my family, you too, Louis," I peeked around Harry's figure in the middle seat to look at Louis on the other side of him.

"How much preparation could we need? I mean, I know the three of you already, I can't imagine your family could be any worse," Harry assumed. Bad idea.

"Well you'd think so, wouldn't ya," Charlie quietly chimed. Harry gazed back at me, perplexed.

"Right, so. My family. The three of us, we're the tip of the iceberg, you could say. You could take any one of us alone, and we're pretty normal. Get us into a group of three like this, and it may not be ideal, but we're talking about everyone here. The entire Callahan clan. Plus Donna."

"But you're the youngest, and you mentioned your older siblings to have a sense of maturity," Louis added. He was right. I was most likely the most childish of my family. But I'm forever 22, it's not like I need to be growing up anytime soon.

"While that's true, it's not always so black and white," I paused, "let me explain."

"So on my dad's side of the family, there's Maude. She's the oldest out of everyone. The most mature, and from that, the strictest. Trust me, you do not want to cross her. I don't think I've ever seen that woman smile," I started.

"She smiled all the time, then you were born," Charlie added, snarkily.

"Shut it Charles. Anyway, then there's Jane, the second oldest. She's pretty quiet and really shy, so don't waste your time making much of an effort talking to her, I doubt you'll get much. Then there's Charlie. He's," I stopped to look at him, "a character. I'm sure you've gotten the gist of him so far."

Harry nodded along while Louis looked completely and utterly confused, like he was trying to solve a rubix cube in his mind.

"Then on my mom's side, there's Leonard, he's actually two years older than Charlie, but the oldest of my mom's children. If you thought I was a handful, wait until you meet him. He's like Charlie but more rowdy, I guess. He's also got a smart mouth, so watch out for that. I'm pretty sure he's where Charlie gets it from. Then lastly, of my mom's kids, there's Eleanor. I love her. She's my favorite sibling by far, we've always gotten along great, and she's very fiery. She's the same age as Charlie. The only reason I don't hang out with her is because she travels a lot with Leonard, so I have to keep bland old Charles here instead," I poked fun at Charlie.

"Y'know, from this rundown, I'm starting to get the idea that you don't like me very much, Faith." Charlie pulled out his dad voice, a voice I fucking hated, because he mostly uses it when he's being mature, which just makes me look like an asshole child. It's only fun being immature when people go along with it. However, this time, I ignored it. "Anyway, that's the rundown. Any questions?" I turned back to the two men next to me.

"How exactly are you guys all related? Like who's related to who how and how did you guys get together?" Louis questioned.

"Oh, so my dad has three kids: Maude, Jane and Charlie, technically 4 counting me. Then my mom has 3 kids, Leonard, Eleanor, and me. So like, Charlie and Jane and stuff, they aren't blood related to Leonard and Eleanor. And I only  have half siblings. And so my dad, Robert, had 3 kids with a woman named Alice a really long time ago, then Alice died. And my mom, Cecilia, has 2 kids with a man named John a long time ago, he also died, then my parents, Robert and Cecilia found each other and got married, then they had me in 1446, which was the true start to the 'Callahan Clan' as we call it, since that was when everyone was together all at once."

"Did that make sense?" I asked them, feeling like I lost them somewhere along the way. Harry reluctantly nodded his head, although I could tell he didn't get it, and Louis just flat out shook his. "That's okay, you'll get it eventually."

I decided to leave it at that, and continued with my thoughts about how to explain everything. They're not going to like this.

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The second we pulled up to the large house that contained my family, I felt like I might throw up. It was like going to high school all over again. (Yes, I did attend a senior year back in 2008. It was not pretty)

Charlie was the first to get out, followed by Donna, then Louis and Harry, but I stayed in the car for a moment longer, trying to compose myself. If I could have one, I'd probably be experiencing a heart attack right now. I took a deep breath, glancing out the window to the house. I can do this.

Harry surprisingly came to my side of the car and opened the door, extending a hand to me. I took it and he pulled me out.

The 5 of us walked inside.

I was immediately greeted by screaming, something glass shattering, and extensive swearing. Just another Friday at the Callahan house. If you're wondering why I would ever leave such a fun and eccentric family, this is the reason. I turned to my left and saw Leonard trying to dead-lift my dad with Eleanor on his back. Leonard was literally a walking stick figure, so I'm not sure what he expected to happen, but he collapsed onto my dad, with Eleanor falling on top of them, laughing hysterically.

The moment they all noticed me standing in the doorway, their expressions dropped from something sweet and loving to something bland and emotionless. Eleanor quickly perked up, though.

"Faye!" She clumsily climbed off of my brother and ran up to hug me. "I haven't seen you in forever! What are you doing here?"

"I, uh, wanted to catch up with you guys," not a total lie. I did in fact have things to tell them. New things. About my life. That's what catching up is, right?

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"So, I'm sure you're wondering why I gathered you all here today," I spoke, at the front of the room, standing next to the TV. My siblings were all piled onto the main couch, with my parents on a loveseat nearby, Harry and Louis squeezing into one single sized chair, and Charlie and Donna sitting cross-legged on the ground in front of them.

On the television next to me, there was a powerpoint I had single handedly prepared for this occasion. I clicked the remote in my hand, turning to the next slide. It was blank at first, until I clicked again and a picture spun in from the left, and a title faded into sight at the top of the slide. Once the effects were over, the picture revealed to be an image of Edward Cullen sitting at his biology desk, the title reading 'have you ever read twilight?'

"Right, so, Twilight, am I right? Great book series, great movies, I personally loved them," I started, talking a lot with my hands to help ease my nerves. "Today, we're going to be focusing on one character in particular, and that would be Mr. Edward Cullen himself." I clicked again and a new picture of Edward appeared, this time with cat ears, anime blush, and sparkles photoshopped onto him.

"Faye, I swear to god," Donna swore under her breath. Meanwhile, Eleanor was trying her hardest not to burst out laughing, looking like she was about to blow up.

"Now, who can tell me something about Edward Cullen, anyone?" I skimmed my eyes over my small audience until Louis raised his hand. "Yes?"

"He's a vampire," Louis answered, his voice sounding weak, trying even harder than Eleanor not to laugh.

"Precisely. He's a vampire. But aside from that, he's a cool guy," I concluded, clicking again so a pair of black sunglasses would slide in from the top and land on Edwards face. I turned my head to glance at Harry and Louis, who both looked like they were in physical pain trying not to laugh. Louis had his hand over his mouth and Harry was hiding his face in his hands.

"Alright, next slide," I clicked again. "Why is this important in our lives?" I read from the screen. "Well, vampires are pretty awesome. I love them. If only they were real, am I right? My thoughts exactly! So from this thought process sprouted the idea to look through Grandma's grimoire. Grandma, what a smart and noble woman, that's for sure. So smart, in fact, that she was able to single handedly write a spell for vampirism. Impressive right. Now, while reading this chapter in the grimoire, I decided to make my own revisions to it, y'know, for gits and shiggles. Now, I never planned for this to go a long way." Lie.

"Now here is when the first known vampire comes into play," I clicked again to show a crude drawing of a bird. I did it myself. Needless to say, I'm not an artist. This time, it was my mother that sighed in disappointment.

"This is Jorge. He is a bird, if you couldn't tell. He resides in my antique birdcage in my bay window, and he is a pleasure to have. He is peaceful when not taunted, he drinks a small bit of blood, and he's only attacked one person so far, that person being Mr. Harry Styles," I clicked again and a picture of Harry appeared on screen.

"When I saw Jorge attacking Harry, I captured Jorge, made sure Harry was alright, and then I left. End of story, right? Wrong. Soon after that, I ran into Harry again at IHOP, where I decided that if fate brought us together twice already, then it must be fate who wants to keep us from separating. This is when I performed the vampirism spell on Mr. Styles."

The looks on my family's faces was to be expected, I doubt they've had any run-ins with vampires previously. Gasps were heard round the room.

"So, what's the recap? Well, Harry is a vampire. His friend, Louis, is interested in joining the coven, and we have a new pet bird named Jorge, who is very inexpensive to maintain, all I feed him is a couple drops of blood every morning and he's alright. And as for me, well, I have a pet, two new friends, and the spell for vampirism!" I remained cheerful so I wouldn't seem freaked out.

"Any questions?"

Eleanor raised her hand, and I nodded at her. "Right, so which one is Harry and which one is Louis?"

I clicked all the way to the end of the presentation to the glossary which included pictures. "Glad you asked." After explaining to her who they were and that they were both famous and a brief timeline of the formation and with it, dissipation of the boyish pop sensation that was One Direction, I ended my presentation.

Once all the conversations fell into a lull, everyone's heads turned to my mother, for the final verdict. It's an unspoken rule of conduct in this household, she's easily the man of the house. She sighed heavily once more.

"I'm truly out of words, Faye. I mean, vampires? You understand how irresponsible this is?" I nodded my head vigorously. She pursed her lips. "Your two boys, they can stay, I suppose. Since they aren't causing any harm, I figure there's no harm in keeping them around. As for your vampire, I'd like for you to send me a copy of the spell. And as for your other friend, Louis, was it? He is welcome to the coven. I'm sure we can teach him the basics, if that is what he desires."

On that note, my mom carefully lifted herself off the couch and walked to the kitchen, stopping at the doorway. "Faye, will your friends be staying for dinner?"

I glanced back at the two men squeezed into one chair and they both nodded happily. After turning my head back to my mother, she nodded silently as well, and disappeared further into the kitchen.

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[mrmissmrsrandom]

I was tagged by @lanonima for this meme! Thanks for tagging me! :D I’ll try my best to answer haha. (For everyone reading it gets long)

What's one thing that your friends say that applies to you? Like a quirk or something they know you for? Something they associate with you always?

I’ve been told I am one of the most “genuine” people someone has met, meaning I say what I mean for better or for worse haha. Also as soon as someone learns I teach they comment that I say things “in a teacher’s tone” at times. 

Who inspires you in your life? I don't mean a celebrity, but a person you know, brag about someone incredible that is your inspiration.

Don’t really have anyone! I’m surrounded by a lot of great people, but I don’t really have the mindset to emulate them. What usually fuels me is wanting to do well on something or, well, at times spite haha.

Who do you consider to be your favorite person and why?

That is too loaded a question! I have a bunch of amazing friends who I love deeply, but I don’t see anyone as my “above all” favorite.

What's your favorite kind of animal? If you lived with said animal, what would you name them? If you have said animal, what is their name?

Sharks, and I don’t think I could live with one very well, since I’m currently a distance away from the ocean. For another favorite, I have a lovely black cat named Donna. :D

What color is your most recent obsession?

Probably pink or red! I don’t have a lot of either in my wardrobe, but the pieces I do are my absolute favorites. ^^ If not, cerulean or teal blues are always my go-to.

What's a little decor item that you want to own in the future?

I am the kind of person who isn’t too heavy on decor preferences: if I get something I usually like for it to be nice but to also serve some sort of function. However, a photograph of a house covered in kudzu from a local gallery continues to haunt my dreams.

Do you have any mundane but cute "talent"/thing you can do? Something just slightly unusual but also completely usual?

I’m a good baker, and usually when it comes to stories or events I have a very good memory! 

Do you like fashion? What kind of a dresser are you? More casual? Fancy?

I love fashion but I also love comfort. XP And I don’t have as much disposable income to get more into fashion. I usually like to get nicer pieces that will last or take care of the things I have. However, I always get a new pair of sneakers/athletic shoes per year because I wear them at some point nearly every day. 

Do you wear makeup? What's your go-to makeup look? If you don't wear makeup, have you ever thought of wearing it?

I don’t usually wear makeup: if I do anything beyond my basic skincare routine it’s usually lip tint and some eyeshadow, but I don’t have the patience for much else. XD Maybe someday.

Recommend us one movie that the critics/public didn't like that much when it came out but you personally think is a hidden gem!

This had me do a wikipedia check to make sure, but according to Rotten Tomatoes not as many people like Jurassic Park: The Lost World as I do. I know it has flaws (all films do!), but I love it. 

What show are you watching right now? Recommend it to us!

It’s hard for me to focus on one particular series since grad school drains my focus, but I’ll pick two anime I’m watching weekly: Heavenly Delusion and Skip and Loafer. I really like both of their original manga, and so far their adaptations are strong!

I also started watching a documentary series on the development of Psychonauts 2 that’s all released on Youtube!

Have you ever watched an anime? If so, which one!

I have, as seen above with my show recs. I’m going to go with a deeper cut and say Shinsekai Yori, but also agree with @lanonima that you should watch The Twelve Kingdoms. 

What's your favorite kind of art medium? Recommend us an artist or show us an art piece (could be music, painting, crochet, whatever) that you really love!

I don’t really do much art myself, but I have been trying to grow my appreciation of it across different mediums! It’s probably a basic answer, but all the wall paper prints done by William Morris and Kelmscott Press (I think?) bring me joy. 

What do you like to do when you are bored?

Read, cook, bake, listen to podcasts, do dishes, watch birds at my bird feeder (and scare away the squirrels that come to it too). 

How many pillows do you sleep with, if any?

Four

Do you have trouble with sleeping? Do you remember your dreams a lot or forget them as soon as you wake up?

I have some trouble getting to sleep some nights, but most times I’m able to get at least seven hours. I can remember my dreams but try not to remember the really strange ones.

Who is one cool character in something you've seen in your life that you hyperfocused on at a time in your life.

Probably Blue (also called Green) from Pokemon Special/Pokemon Adventures in my late tweens/early teens. That series was really my first time reading manga and I loved her character. But there has been, so many. So so many. I’m probably most famous for my love of my Fire Emblem blorbos Tine from FE4 and Lukas from FE15.

Show us your current phone case!

I don’t know how to input photos right now and cannot be bothered, but it’s clear and blue. :)

Recommend people a song that has meant a lot to you sometime in your life and share us the story about if you'd like.

I like a lot of music, but a song played incessantly and gotten emotional over is “Self Control” by Frank Ocean when I first heard it back in 2016. It just hit me in a way I can’t quite describe, but I might have related it to an OC at that point haha.

  How has your day been so far?

 Okay! Stressful but thinking less stressful than I was worried about!

UwU - I love you!

Awwh shucks. :D

Tagging honestly anyone who is inclined to do this! This was a fun time. 

[diabolik-boys]

Hello Admin! May l ask for headcanons for the Sakamaki brothers with a bride who is very pretty yet gives off a creepy aura which makes people uncomfortable. Many want to approach her but can't find the courage to do so.

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===== CREEPY BRIDE/GROOM: SAKAMAKI =====

=============== Shu Sakamaki ===============

"There's just... something about you that is a little off-putting.  Even for me.  And I don’t get disturbed often.”

Shu might leave this bride/groom alone more than a usual bride/groom.  He just wouldn’t want to possibly deal with any feelings of being unsettled.  It would remind him of Kanato, and he usually avoids Kanato.

He would eventually not care and not feel unsettled after a while, so any avoidance would end.

He’d still treat the bride/groom as usual.  Biting, claiming, doing whatever he wants really.

Eventually he would not be disturbed by them anymore.

=============== Reiji Sakamaki ===============

“...You are quite unsettling for a bride/groom, aren’t you now?  I suppose Kanato will take quite the liking to you.  I am not moreso disturbed by you as I am just curious as to why you put off such an unsettling aura.”

Reiji would not really mind if the bride or groom was “creepy” in nature or anything.

He would find it interesting to possibly study, since not many brides/grooms would have characteristics that made any of the boys feel unsettled before.

Reiji would still perform experiments and do so as he wants with the bride/groom, whether it be blood taking or whatnot.

Fortunately for the bride or groom, though, he wouldn’t be interested that often, not really wanting to face the wrath the Kanato would probably have if any of them touched the bride/groom.

=============== Ayato Sakamaki ===============

“Sorry I don’t want any ghost scout cookies.  Leave me alone.  Ore-sama will get my blood from you whenever Ore-sama wants, for as long as Ore-sama wants.  But don’t bother me.”

Ayato doesn’t really like his prey to be creepy and unsettling.  He’d rather they be bombshells and “easy to break”.

So, he probably wouldn’t want them around him much.  They’re someone Kanato would probably pin after more than him, and he wouldn’t want to get into any fights with the hysteric over it.

While he doesn’t care what the bride/groom looks like in terms of getting blood, he probably wouldn’t be interested too much in them for other means of entertainment.

He’d get pissy if they scared him or spooked him.

=============== Kanato Sakamaki ===============

“Wow, you look lovely~... Like a doll that’s already been killed and sewn shut.  Ne, do you like graveyards, like me~?  I should take you to see my mother’s grave~... Do not worry, I’ll make you into a pretty doll someday, too.”

Kanato would have a big crush on any potential bride or groom that would seem “creepy”, and pretty at the same time.

He would even treat them a little more nicer than previous brides or grooms.  He’d want to take them on even maybe a few dates.

Kanato would grow an attachment to the bride/groom easily.  He’d want them for himself and no one else.  Especially not Laito, since he tries to claim every bride/groom.

He would be delighted to know if they shared any similar hobbies as himself.  It might even convince him to keep them alive.

=============== Laito Sakamaki ===============

“Well, you are quite curious, aren’t you now?  Nfu~... Do you think you scare me~?  I’ve seen worse attempts at being creepy from my brother Kanato.”

Laito isn’t scared.  He doesn’t mind what his brides or grooms look like or act like.  He will still work his charms, what he does best, always.

Although he can sense the unsettlement with the bride/groom, he doesn’t really focus on it much.  It might make him just be more interested in them and why they put off such feelings.

However, he wouldn’t want Kanato to get pissy at him for interacting with the bride or groom much.  He would keep his distance just a little bit more than usual.

Eventually, though, he just wouldn’t care what Kanato would think and would pursue whatever he wants.

=============== Subaru Sakamaki ===============

“You remind me of Kanato.  He’s annoyin’.  Don’t act all textbook creepy and I won’t get annoyed with ya’ anymore often that I already will.”

Subaru doesn’t really sense much “creepiness” about the bride or groom.  But he could get a little unsettled from time to time if they just stare.

He’d probably act normal, as he usually does with any bride/groom.  Nothing really special.

He’ll take blood as usual if he wants.  Won’t really interact with them much.

Subaru just keeps his distance from everyone though.  The bride or groom won’t be an exception.

(I think you’d like this ask @eyelessdoll-y - Admin Azusa)

[shig-a-shig-ah]

LAYING CLAIM

» pairing: dabi x fem!reader

» cw: dubcon, revoked consent, noncon (we’re going on a journey, okay?), rimming, anal fingering, anal sex, crying, gratuitously fanon characterization. 18+, minors DNI.

» a/n: Started this months and months ago, and since I’m finally getting around to wrapping some WIPs, I guess you can have it now. Thanks @thebiggergroove​ for beta-reading!

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The thing about Dabi is he's not usually a possessive guy. Fucking is fucking, as far as he's concerned—it doesn't really matter who is doing it with whom as long as everyone is getting off on it. But goddamn if there isn't something about you that makes him want to make you his.

And he's gotten that, more or less. It took some sweet talking and cajoling, and a few late nights where he made you come until you couldn't see straight, but you agreed not to go sleeping with anyone else. Sure, you've made him promise the same, but that's fine. Not that he's going to actually stop, of course, but he goes out on recruiting missions alone and he figures what you don't know won't hurt you.

That's all enough to satisfy him, at least for a little while. But then a few weeks pass and there it is again: that stupid jealousy and all those unbidden thoughts about the people you were with before him. People he knows. You never talk in too much detail about your past hookups, but he's not stupid, is all too aware that he's not the first one in this ragged band of miscreants that you've crawled into bed with. You've fucked Jin, and Shigaraki, and probably even Magne, god rest her soul—Dabi hadn't missed the way the two of you had huddled up giggling in the corner of the old bar one night, disappearing together unusually early, making those bedroom eyes at each other. And in theory that's fine. Nothing wrong with two girls having fun together, after all. Hell, bi chicks are hot and Dabi wouldn't mind taking advantage of that someday.

But first he needs to find a way to get the image of you with your legs spread for half the League out of his goddamn head.

If he's being honest, it's Shigaraki who bothers him the most. Magne is dead. Jin is a decent dude and, Dabi has to imagine, tame as a kitten in the sack. But Shigaraki, well...Dabi can tell just by looking at the guy that he's a freak, and the idea of you riding Shigaraki's dry, crusty dick, of letting him do who-knows-what filthy shit to you? It just gets to him.

And then Toga has to suggest that stupid game and go putting ideas in his head.

You're all sitting around the crumbling office space that passes for a hideout, drinking to celebrate the League's first successful double-amputation (because fuck that germophobic, transphobic prick), and blondie is just begging to play a drinking game. Normally Dabi doesn't go for that shit—why anyone needs an excuse to get wasted is beyond him—but he's in a good mood, and you make that adorable pouty face as you tell him that you played in college, that it's really fun, and somehow he finds himself sitting in a circle on the dusty floor with the rest of you losers playing 'I haven't' or whatever the fuck it's called.

It's all bland shit to start. Toga's never driven a car, Shigaraki's never gone to school. But, after you've made your way around the circle once, everyone seems to be loosening up and Spinner takes one for the team by getting to the interesting shit and admitting he's never slept with a girl. It spurs a moment of awkward silence made all the worse by his red face and obvious self-consciousness about being a virgin, but then Compress stage-whispers "Neither have I," before winking salaciously at the blushing lizard and taking a dramatic pull from his beer bottle. It's enough to lighten the mood.

After that, Dabi's forced to admit it's a decent game. There's not much he hasn't done sexually or criminally, and since those are the two topics everyone focuses on, he finds himself getting hammered faster than usual. It's a good thing too—his buzz makes it easier to ignore the look you and Shigaraki exchange when Jin announces that he's never tried watersports, easier to pretend his gut isn't twisting at the knowing smirk on your leader's face as he raises his beer bottle to drink and you follow suit.

That particular moment makes it all the more surprising when, on your next turn, you hide an embarrassed face behind your hand and announce that you've never taken it in the ass.

Dabi can't stop thinking about it the rest of the night. Obsessing over it, and the idea of being your first, your only, even if only in some less than conventional way. The thing is, it's downright tame in comparison to a lot of what you two get up to, so barely even kinky that it's almost impossible to believe you've never tried it. Sure, you've never done it together, but he'd just figured neither of you were all that into it, since it hadn't come up when you were doing lewd shit to each other.

That kind of sex is fine from his perspective, but only fine. He doesn't actively seek it out because in his mind nothing beats the feel of being balls-deep in a warm pussy, but that doesn't mean he hasn't done it. He's hooked up with plenty of girls that were into it and has always been happy to oblige; hell, he's even taken it more than once, on account of the fact that when it comes to the bedroom he's willing to try anything twice.

But doing it with you? Well, that thought sticks. The two of you finally go to bed and Dabi's so turned on by the idea of your virgin ass that he can't help testing the waters, prodding teasingly at that tight hole with one spit-slicked finger until you're squirming away and whining. He doesn't manage to convince you right then, but he makes those puppy dog eyes that are far more effective than they have any right to be, and you agree to give it a go in the future.

"Not here," you specify, the words fuzzy on your drunken tongue. "Someplace nicer, with a real bed." You already have your reservations, and you certainly don't relish the idea of undertaking that particular venture now, on a worn mattress in this falling apart building, with its paper-thin walls and complete lack of hot water. Between your booze-fueled haze and the seeming interminability of the League's poverty, you mostly forget about that casual promise by the following morning.

But Dabi doesn't. He picks up a small bottle of lube the next day and carries it around in his pocket shamelessly, a little reminder that he has something to look forward to besides roasting that prick Endeavor, and he strokes himself off to the idea more than he's proud to admit as he waits for the League to move on to better things. He can be patient, when he needs to be.

That patience takes a toll though, and the minute the League settles into their new digs in Re-Destro's sprawling villa, where there's actually privacy and clean, comfortable beds, Dabi shows up at your door with a cheshire grin and every intention of finally getting something from you that's just for him.

You grimace when you remember that promise, try briefly to talk him out of it even, but he isn't so easily dissuaded. It's made all the harder by the fact that you can't give him a specific reason why you've never tried it, beyond that it seems uncomfortable and you hadn't particularly enjoyed the couple instances when you'd allowed someone to slip a finger or two in there.

"C'mon, baby girl," Dabi coos, his breath hot in your ear as he pins you to the wall, working two unnaturally warm fingers into your cunt. "I'll make sure it's good for you. Be gentle, get you nice and warmed up first, all that sweet shit."

It really is unfair how persuasive he can be when he fixes those pleading turquoise eyes on you. The way the pads of his fingers are curling just right deep inside isn't helping either, and he teases you like that until you give in to his cajoling, though you still insist on waiting a couple nights so that you can do your research and make sure you're entirely prepared. Dabi demonstrates his appreciation by burying his face in your cunt and not surfacing for air until you've come three times and are begging for a break.

When the night finally arrives, Dabi's feeling positively giddy. He slips into your bedroom with a bottle of wine and a couple glasses he's brought, a little something to help you relax because he's a gentleman when he wants to be. It should be good booze too—he lifted it from Re-Destro's private stash, and he's certain baldy doesn't drink anything that costs less than ¥30,000. Of course, Re-Destro doesn't love sharing either, but the uptight prick is too scared of Shigaraki to complain about anything the League does. They all take advantage of that, because they can and because it's fun to watch him bite his tongue when they piss him off.

You don't make it easy for Dabi to focus on pouring the drinks though, not when you're reclining in that armchair by the window, freshly showered and fidgeting nervously. He was half-erect before he got here from just thinking about what he was going to do to you, and the sight of you acting like you're some blushing virgin spurs him all the way to rock-hard. By the time your glasses are close to empty, he's straining uncomfortably in his pants, and can't fight back his impatience any longer.

"What do you think, doll?" he murmurs, setting his glass to the side and standing up, shrugging his jacket off before leaning down to ghost his lips over your neck. "You ready to move this to the bed?"

The way you chew at your lower lip anxiously before nodding makes his dick throb.

You empty your glass with one final, large swallow, your heart racing as you rise. You know it's stupid—you and Dabi have fucked countless times and a lot of it hasn't exactly been vanilla—but it's been a long time since you've actually tried anything new. His obvious excitement doesn't help either, paradoxically; it leaves you fretting about what will happen if you're somehow bad at this, or if you can't take it and have to stop. You've never really worried about disappointing him before, but now the thought weighs acutely on your mind.

It's with halting steps that you approach the bed and then, when you can't realistically drag your feet any longer, you finally tug the nightgown you're wearing off your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor to reveal what's underneath.

"Damn, baby girl," Dabi breathes, looking you up and down. You'd figured that since it was a special occasion you might as well dress up, donning a strappy bra and panties. They're little more than elaborate, crisscrossing pieces of lace, all white since he'd seemed so fixated on this pseudo-innocent, first-time act. His reaction doesn't disappoint, eyes lighting up as he stares at you hungrily.

You let yourself fall back on the bed, nestling against the many pillows. The look on his face has your stomach fluttering, and the wine has helped you to relax a bit despite your nerves, a pleasant warmth spreading throughout your body. It's joined by a different kind of heat when you feel the mattress dip beneath Dabi's weight as he positions himself over you, one knee resting between your thighs, just barely brushing against your center, a hint of what's to come.

"You look so good I could just eat you up," Dabi whispers hotly against your ear before tracing his lips over your jaw. Even though he wants to take his time, let himself savor this, it's taking every ounce of patience he has to keep the promise he made to get you worked up and ready for him, to not to tear those pretty bits of satin and lace off and have his way with you right then.

You whine eagerly when his mouth slants hungrily over yours, savoring the feel of those mismatched lips, the way the rough skin of the bottom one contrasts so deliciously with the top. Hot hands run over your sides as the kiss deepens, your tongues tangling together, and you moan against him.

When you finally break for air, Dabi moves his lips to your throat, his tongue lapping at your pulse before he sinks his teeth into you. He loves to mark you up, loves making sure everyone can see that you're indisputably his, and it's even hotter now that he knows he's going to fuck you in a way no one else has. You're shivering beneath him as he works, your hand tugging insistently at his hair, and Dabi lets out a low, throaty growl.

"Guess I'm not the only one who's eager, huh?"

Your hips tilt in response, pressing needily into his firm thigh, and Dabi can feel the skin on his cheeks straining against his staples as he grins. He traces one hand up over your ribs, cupping at your supple breasts, teasing your hardening nipple through the flimsy fabric of your bra. Those deft fingers work under the seam of your lingerie as he shifts his weight, increasing the pressure against your center while he pinches and tugs at the peaks of your breasts until you're whimpering, spreading slick along his leg even through your thin panties.

Dabi pulls away abruptly, rolling onto his back and tugging at you to change positions, shaking his head when you move to mount his hips.

"Come here, baby girl," he says, his tongue tracing over his bottom lip. "Like I said, I wanna eat you up."

The promise in those words sends a bolt of heat straight through your core as he guides you to straddle his face, hot breath tickling your inner thighs. One calloused thumb brushes your clit lightly through your underwear, blue eyes sparkling when your breath hitches at that soft touch. When he pulls that useless fabric to the side and runs his tongue over your already-damp slit, you shudder.

Dabi lets out a pleased groan at your reaction and gets to work more earnestly, lapping at your sensitive nub, licking and sucking until you're moaning and only then shifting a little so that he can lap at your insides, that same rough thumb replacing the pressure of his tongue on your clit. It strokes firm circles as he buries that hot, wet muscle inside you, the metal barbell there teasing your inner walls as you grind involuntarily against it. You can't help but whine when he withdraws it, but that disappointment is quickly replaced by you startling as that same wet muscle extends further back to tease at your puckered entrance.

"A-ah, Dabi, wait," you protest, your face heating up self-consciously almost at once.

Dabi pauses, shifting just enough to keep his reply from being muffled as one warm hand runs reassuringly up your thigh. "I don't think I can help myself, doll," he says, his slick-coated lips splitting into a wide grin, "you just taste too good."

That heat in your face worsens as he dives back in, not even waiting for you to respond before he's flexing his tongue to poke at that tight ring of muscle. You still try to squirm away, feeling unprepared for this. You hadn't even considered it among the possible activities were volunteering to participate in, but Dabi is holding you firmly in place with the hand not working at your clit, and when another whine of protest escapes you, it's weaker than the first. The foreign sensation of his tongue against your neglected hole has you hyperaware of the press of his thumb at your apex, and you can feel tension building in your core even as you writhe in embarrassment.

It's as though he knows, too, and you suppose maybe he does; after all, he's the one who's done this before. He thrusts his tongue a little deeper, rolling your clit between two hot fingers with enough pressure to cut off any further protests. A long moan is the only sound you can muster as you spill over the edge, your thighs clenching around his head and your hips jerking shakily as you ride out your climax with his tongue still buried obscenely in your rear.

Dabi's face is covered in your juices by the time he slides from between your thighs, and he wipes it away carelessly with one arm as he repositions you again, pinning you on your back and wasting no time peeling away your now-soaked panties. He grins at the sight of your glistening folds and swollen clit before stripping off most of his own clothes, kicking them unceremoniously to the side and relaxing between your legs, kissing at your still-trembling thighs.

He teases at your sensitive cunt with his fingers, coating them in your juices as you whimper. "Ready for a little more?" he asks, and you nod despite the fact that your cheeks are still burning from before and your stomach is knotting with nerves.

"Just...go slow, okay?"

"Of course, baby girl," he promises, "I told you I'd take good care of you." With that, he starts to work you open, dipping one finger into your tight hole just until he reaches the first knuckle, working it in and out slowly. His other hand toys at your clit, stroking and rolling that puffy nub again, making you mewl.

Dabi waits until you're relaxed before trying any more, pulling away from you just long enough to dig the lube from the pocket of his discarded pants, coating his fingers with it. He works that lone finger deeper this time, in and out until it's buried to the last knuckle.

The sensation is strange, but not entirely unpleasant; even if you think you'd rather have that finger curling in your cunt, the slight stretch is still adding to the faint throb already growing inside you, the one that worsens when his thumb returns to your apex.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Dabi growls when one well-placed stroke of his thumb has you clenching lightly around his finger. He ruts his hips against the sheets, trying vainly to find some relief for his aching member, but it's not enough—he needs to feel you, needs the vice-like grip clutching his fingers to be wrapped around his cock, and he needs it soon.

You feel him withdraw to add more lube, and then he's fingering you again, adding another digit to stretch you wider. It comes with a stab of discomfort when he forces his way past the second knuckle, and you reflexively try to pull back. "Dabi, that's too much."

He abandons his soothing attentions to your clit, one warm palm pressing you tight against the mattress to keep you in place, stroking soothingly at your hip. His breath tickles over your inner thigh as he chuckles softly. "If you can't take this, how are you ever gonna take me, hmm?" he says teasingly. "You're doing great, baby, just relax."

You will yourself to unclench, trying to picture Dabi's satisfied face once you're taking him, that adoring look he sometimes gives you, the one that you relish. Your efforts are only marginally effective, but Dabi keeps pushing deeper, fucking you slowly but insistently with those fingers, and when you don't complain again, his thumb returns to caressing your sex.

"That's a good girl." Dabi picks up the pace, cursing under his breath. "You're doing so good."

You're wriggling against his hand now, trying to increase the friction at your center, not quite minding the foreign sensation of his fingers and the uncanny fullness they bring so much now that there's heat thrumming in your core. "Y-yeah, like that," you pant encouragingly, and Dabi grins.

"That doing it for you?" he purrs. "Think you can take more?"

You start to shake your head—the stretch now feels like all you can handle—but Dabi's already adding a third slick finger, shoving it in with less restraint than before. You feel more than discomfort this time when three knuckles breach your asshole, and it quickly dampens the arousal that had been steadily building. "Dabi, slow down," you gasp.

"Aw, are you sure you can't handle it?" His blue eyes meet yours, pupils blown wide with arousal as he looks you over with the hungry gaze. "'Cause if I'm being honest, it feels like you're trying to suck me in. Like this greedy little hole wants to get fucked."

The huskiness of his voice sends a shiver down your spine, even as another whine of discomfort escapes you. For just a second his expression darkens slightly, but then he's slowing his movements, twisting his fingers instead of thrusting them in and out.

"Better?" he asks, and you think you catch an edge of impatience in his voice.

It is better though, a little at least, enough that you can focus on the way your cunt flutters every time his thumb strokes over your clit. So you just nod; it's not like this wasn't bound to be a little unpleasant at points, right?

Dabi's smile stretches wider, his thumb working faster. A mewl slips from between your lips and Dabi takes that as encouragement, his fingers resuming their persistent thrusts. It's still uncomfortable, though not quite as bad as when he started, and your teeth sink into your lower lip to bite back your complaints. You let your eyes fall closed instead, trying to focus on his attentions to your hooded nub, on the heat that's pooling in your lower belly. You're inching towards another release, and you let a hand lift to your breast, tweaking at the pebbled flesh of one nipple to help yourself along.

"D-dabi, I'm close," you stammer, your hips bucking against his hand.

"Yeah?" His movements speed up, his voice breathy and excited. "Do it, baby girl. Come for me and then I'm gonna fuck this tight little ass of yours."

You swallow hard, trying not to dwell on those words for now—you can tell you've loosened up more, tolerating the jab of his fingers, but his cock is substantially larger than those, all too intimidating. Thankfully, it's not hard to remain distracted, to focus only on your approaching peak.

Dabi can feel that orgasm rip through you when it hits, your asshole clenching around his fingers as you keen, and it's then that he reaches the limits of his patience. He needs you now, needs the thrill of burying himself in your tight ass and claiming you for his own, of reaching his own release deep inside and then watching his seed spill out afterwards. What a satisfying sight that will be.

He scrambles up from between your legs to catch your lips with his, fumbling his boxers off as his tongue invades your mouth. When he pulls away, his eyes are bright, needy. "Ready for me?" he asks.

You're not, not really, but you can see the fervor in his eyes, hear the urgency in his voice, and you convince yourself that he won't be able to work you open much more with his fingers no matter what. Your agreement doesn't matter anyway—he's already rolling you onto your side and slotting his chest against your back, his straining erection poking at the cleft between your thighs.

"Like this?" you ask, surprised by the choice of position.

"Just like this," he pants in your ear. His teeth nibble at your lobe as he slicks his cock generously with lube. "Want you spooned against me so I can see those cute faces you make, feel you squirming when you take me."

And fuck, when he slips one hand back down to finger your asshole one last time, it doesn't disappoint—your body ripples against him when that invasion catches you off guard, and he can see the way your lips part obscenely as you gasp at his touch. His fingers abandon your tight hole almost as quickly as they'd entered, and then Dabi is aligning himself with your entrance, using the last of his restraint not to slam his hips forward and bury himself inside with a single thrust.

You can feel the spongy head of his glans, and the slick coolness of the ring that adorns his tip, prodding at your rear. One of his arms worms its way under your side, his hand groping distractedly at your breasts as you tense in anticipation.

"Relax, baby girl," he murmurs, but he doesn't wait for you to even try. He's already slipping in, moving slowly until he encounters resistance an inch or so inside, and then pausing.

He has to struggle to keep his composure. Even like this, with not even the full head of his cock in your ass, his balls are tightening, just the thought of what he's doing nearly enough to send him over the brink. He waits until he's sure that won't happen and then starts moving, pushing insistently to work you open around his length with shallow thrusts.

"A-ah, Dabi, g-go easy," you stutter, already squirming. You can feel your body resisting the intrusion, so much larger than his fingers, and it aches slightly every time he tries to breach that inner ring.

"I am, baby, don't worry. I'll take care of you." His cheek is nuzzling against yours, his lips kissing and sucking wherever he can reach, but his motions don't change at all even as he murmurs so sweetly. He only slings one arm over your hips, toying lazily at your clit. That attention helps you relax, helps distract you a little, but it's not enough to prepare you for when he drives himself in further, finally surging past that taut band of muscle.

The invasion brings a sharp pain, one that has you crying out. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, your body reflexively contorting to try and escape the cause of that hurt, but his arms tighten around you, holding you in place as he continues to work himself deeper with every thrust.

"Dabi, that hurts." Your words are sharper this time as each stroke sends another unpleasant throb through your overstretched hole, but his only response is to plunge the fingers rubbing at your clit into your dripping cunt.

"Shh, you're doing great." He curls his fingers, stroking against that spongy spot deep inside. It makes you writhe, but that does nothing to address the pain between your legs as he fucks you.

"Dabi, don't, that's not helping, I—"

"It's okay, baby girl, you're taking me so well," Dabi coos. You'll adjust, he knows you will—you're usually up for anything, of course you can take this. And fuck, there's no way he can stop now, not when it's even better than he'd imagined—hotter and softer, your pillowy walls enveloping his length every time he plunges into you, the exquisite tightness of your entrance massaging his shaft with each thrust.

"I'm not— I don't— I don't want to do this anymore." You can hear the desperate edge in your voice now. Your heart is racing and there's a cold sweat forming on your skin as tears of pain and confusion start to leak down your cheeks. "Dabi, stop."

"Shh, shh, you're fine. You—fuck—you feel so amazing. 'S never been this good with anyone else, fuck."

"I don't care, I don't want this." You can't understand what's happening, why he's not listening. You twist your head to look at him, pleading with your eyes, but he's barely even focusing on you. His blue eyes are glazed and half-lidded as his lips wander over your shoulders and your neck, all the while murmuring those useless reassurances against your skin. You're thrashing now, your feet scrambling for purchase on the sheets as you try frantically to pull away, but he keeps his tight grip on you, one of his legs hooking around your own to hold you in place. "Dabi, I said stop!"

He shushes you again, rutting into you harshly, and a choked sob escapes you when he bottoms out inside you, his hips flush against your backside as you struggle against him. You feel sick to your stomach, and it only worsens when he pulls out until nothing but his tip remains, then drives himself back in with one agonizingly rough thrust.

You keep begging, pleading, wracking your brain and trying every past safe word you can recall, but he only continues to pound into you, his breathing erratic as he pants in your ear. "It's okay, baby. You're taking my cock like such a good girl. You're—ngh—making me feel so good."

The ache between your legs is diminishing slightly as you adjust to his girth, your body entirely unconcerned with whether you want that or not. He's still fingering your sopping cunt too, his palm grinding against your oversensitive clit with each plunge of his long digits, the lewd squelching sound of those attentions mingling with the sharp slap of his hips against your ass as he fucks you.

"You like this?" he asks, but you know he's not really asking. "You like knowing I'm the only one? That I'm making you mine, just mine, just like how it should be?"

"Dabi, stop. Please stop." Your appeals are feeble now, far more for yourself than for him as you continue to utter them between quiet sobs. Dabi's somewhere far away, awash in the tight heat of your ass and the satisfaction of finally staking his claim on you, aware of your supplications but not hearing them, not really.

You slump, still sobbing, and let him take what he wants. His attentions to your cunt have a coil tightening in your gut, but when your climax hits it's perfunctory and mechanical, no real pleasure to be found even as your hips jerk and your holes spasm, a joyless whine passing from your lips.

No real pleasure for you, at least. But fuck, the feel of you squeezing around his cock as you come is what Dabi has been waiting for, your insides massaging his length as though desperate for him to decorate your walls with his cum. It's a gift he's glad to grant—he rocks his hips more urgently, keeping his thrusts shallow now so that he's sure to get it all deep inside.

"Fuck," he groans against your neck. "Gonna make me come, baby girl. That what you want? Want me to fill you up?" You shake your head, but his movements are already growing spurtive and erratic, his grunts louder and throatier, and then you can feel his cock jerking inside you, a hot rush of cum flooding your guts.

Dabi doesn't stop then, either, keeps fucking his seed into you until he's softening, not quite able to work himself in and out of your tight, abused hole any longer, and only then does he finally pull out, a dribble of cum leaking obscenely down your thigh.

You're sniffling, drawing shaky breaths, and you try to pull away the moment his arms relax around you. They only tighten again, his lips planting soft kisses along your temple.

"Shh," he murmurs. The sound of his shushing makes you want to scream. One hand lifts to wipe at the tears on your cheeks. "You were so good, baby girl, there's no need to cry. You were fucking incredible." He means it too, doesn't think he's ever come so hard in his life as he did now, making you his.

Dabi can't wait to do it again.

[ladyloveandjustice]

The ending to the Dear Brother anime is, weirdly, more heteronormative than the manga???

Like, you think it would be the opposite since one was 20 years after the other but nope.

First of all, I knew this was a class S originator, none of the queer relationships would work out in the end and there was going to be that subtext that “this stuff is okay in high school but you’re going to conform to your expected gender role and meet a man in the end”, but I was a little shocked that the anime came out and SAID IT.

Fukiko pissing all over her sister’s grave. wow. and just to hammer it in, they have Rei’s phantom come up and confirm,: yes, none of my feelings were legitimate because they weren’t for a man, also you will someday also find a man to love.

and then Nanako’s mother also tells her she hasn’t truly loved because she hasn’t been with a man too.

These lines actually aren’t in the manga! The anime went out of it’s way to add this!

Another thing that isn’t in the manga is Kaoru going from never ever wearing skirts to wearing skirts the second she gets married. This is what she wears in the manga:

She’s more feminine and that’s a Choice, but she’s wearing pants still, on what may well be her wedding day, whereas in the anime it’s like, now that’s i’m married to a man it’s gotta be in a wedding dress and even in the airport I’m in a skirt:

(also her outfit is much nicer and suits her more in the manga, just saying).

But that’s kind of small compared to the literal last line of the anime reassuring everyone that yes, now that Nanako is older she has also found a man as is appropriate, as is real, like her mother said!

(last minute addition- I was looking at some stuff, and saw someone say Nanako doesn’t specify a gender in the original language. I can’t confirm, but listening she doesn’t actually say ‘man’ here, so it’s probable. Still, considering the rest of the episode, and the fact she compares this person to her brother, I think the audience is SUPPOSED to think it’s a man- but it’s nice, at least, that there’s some wiggle room to interpret it otherwise-perhaps that was purposeful, perhaps not.)

whereas the manga says nothing about Nanako’s future romantic prospects, nor does anyone say or imply Nanako’s feelings for Rei weren’t real. Rather, the last line is just BTW KAORU’S DEAD which is pretty awkward I’ll admit

I’m glad Kaoru gets to live in the anime, on the other hand, this addition makes it clear the manga just loves tragedy for everyone, not just girl/girl couples, which feels more even-handed.

The upside of the anime compared to the manga is that it’s a lot less heavily implied Mariko will end up with dude-that-makes-her-skin-crawl. They pretty much completely forget about that at the end of the anime, so Mariko is spared! Hurray! Whereas in the manga, it’s much more heavily implied she’s going to end up with him (also he sucks a lot more in general. The dudes suck a lot more in the manga than the anime, so thanks to the anime for improving on that.) with Nanako even saying “she’s gonna marry him soon I’m so sure!”

But.

In the manga there’s no lines that slap you in the face and say “IF YOU LOVE A GIRL YOU HAVEN’T EXPERIENCED REAL LOVE” like in the anime. Almost every relationship ends in tragedy and only the straight relationships are implied to have a chance to be consummated, but it doesn’t feel as repeatedly belittling of these girls romantic attractions to each other as the anime suddenly is at the last minute. And the last episode IS a huge 180, because up until then, Mariko, Nanako, Rei -and even Fukiko’s horrible fucked up feelings- WERE treated like ‘real love”. But the last episode seems to try to cram in as many “BTW IT’S ONLY LOVE IF IT’S A WOMAN WITH A MAN” psas as possible, when the manga didn’t feel the need.

 I wonder if it was to cover their butts because they thought they might get heat about it or something if they didn’t, or was it simply Riyoko Ikeda didn’t feel the need to backpedal as much on her character’s feelings in the 1970s as a guy directing an anime in 1990′s did? If so, what does that say?

Overall, I like the anime better than the manga- the characters have room the breathe, everything is more developed, it’s not just a string of sad things happening- but they sure made a Choice with that last episode. They really did.

[spiriteddreams]

All My love

Pairing: Miya Osamu x Reader Warnings: none! Word Count: ~0.6k A/N: it's super extra cheesy and short but happy valentine's day this is for my love letters event, you can find the masterlist here!

My dear, I hate to admit it, but I owe our first meeting to Atsumu. If he hadn’t run into you whilst trying to get to the gym right after the bell had rang, I never would have had the courage to speak to you. You were always the person that Suna claimed to be friends with, but never really introduced because he said we were too chaotic for your liking. I think that was your first impression of us too, seeing as Atsumu barely apologized to you before he was taking off down the hall. I remember the look that you gave him behind his back. I wish I could replay that moment again and get a picture because I swear Atsumu would have died on the spot if he looked back. But then you looked back over at me as I helped to pick up your items and I remember stumbling over my words. I can’t even remember what I said, but I remember you telling me that Suna was right, I was the nicer twin (Atsumu still thinks I’m lying about that).

You walked with me to the gym, some of your books still in my hand because you said that you were going to meet with Suna to give him the jelly sticks you had brought. I think now would be a good time to tell you that Suna had gotten a picture of us walking together. He only sent it to me. I printed it as a polaroid and it sits in my wallet now, along with all the other polaroids I have with you. And that was the start of our friendship. I remember you told me you scolded Suna later that day and asked why he hadn’t introduced me to you earlier.

I think I’m rambling. I’m not good with words, I’m not a good writer but I hope you can bare with me for just a bit longer. I’m going to be a bit cheesy because cooking is easier than writing. Everytime that I see you I swear that my heart beats a little bit faster and Suna tells me this blush covers my face, no matter how many times I try to deny it. I could go on and on about your smile, and the way you laugh so unabashedly. Do you remember that time when Atsumu slipped and fell on his ass in front of the girl he liked? You had to turn around so quickly to hide your laughter in my chest and I didn’t know what to say or do other than wrap my arms around you. Whether you’re holding me close or texting me, you never fail to make me smile. Everyone has noticed this change in me I guess and Atsumu has started to call me a “simp” but I could honestly care less because he’s the one who’s missing out.

I know I’m not the most romantic, not the best at being super observant but each waking day with you is another chance for me to fall in deeper and learn. I know that you’re probably reading this under your desk because you’re going to ignore me when I ask you to read it when you get home. But since you’re likely reading this now (believe me I’ll know because Suna’s going to text me) I have another special gift for you waiting just before volleyball practice.

So to the one who’s watched me climb and fall, held my hand while I navigate my way through this all, thank you. I love you my dear.

All my love, Osamu

p.s. enjoy all the handmade onigiri, i promise i’ll teach you someday soon

reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! <3 A/N: rushed bc i forgot to do this earlier and i have to get ready to go out woooo

[ibijau]

Futures Past pt18 / on AO3

Nie Huaisang returns to the Cloud Recesses, and meets the people he's meant to befriend

Much to his surprise, Nie Huaisang realised upon returning to the Cloud Recesses that he had missed the place. Or rather, he had missed the friends who lived there.

All winter, Su She and him had exchanged letters, mostly to complain about every single thing that bothered them. When they finally met again in person, they were quite happy to do more of the same. They also discussed all the things they might do for fun that year. 

Su She, at long last, had risen in rank and been given more freedom than he used to have. He would have less classes to attend since he was now trusted to take charge of his own training to some degree, he would join more Night Hunts, he had been given a new jade token that allowed him to leave the Cloud Recesses at any time of the day as long as curfew was respected, and he would even be included among those juniors who patrolled to enforce the respect of the rules.

All this made Nie Huaisang so happy for his friend, that he did not realise at first all the implications this had regarding the amount of time they would get to spend together. Su She would be very busy in the future, but he promised he would do everything possible to still make time for his best friend, and Nie Huaisang easily believed him.

The other joy to be found in returning to the Cloud Recesses was not immediate. By the time Nie Huaisang had arrived there, Lan Xichen had not yet returned from a Night Hunt he’d gone on with Nie Mingjue. That was hardly a surprise. These two were usually far too serious in all things, but when they went Night Hunting together, they always stayed a little longer than really necessary. Nie Huaisang usually found that greatly amusing, and never missed a chance to tease his brother about skirting his duties. They seemed to have taken a particularly long time on this occasion, but since Nie Mingjue had complained a few times that he hadn't seen his friend in such a long while, it was not so odd. Nie Huaisang would have mocked his brother so much if he'd seen him before leaving home. 

Since he didn’t have a chance to do it that time, he instead teased Lan Xichen when he finally came home, on the same day most of the guest disciples were set to arrive, on the eve of the lectures' start. Of course if Nie Huaisang had been a good and dutiful person, he would have gone to the main gate to see those other guest disciples, and maybe try to strike a friendship with them as early as possible. But between trying to catch a glimpse of the boring friends his future self wanted him to make, and dropping by Lan Xichen’s house to see the friend he actually liked, the choice had been easily made.

Lan Xichen offered him tea and smiled when accused of dodging his responsibilities, but less warmly than Nie Huaisang had expected. In fact, he found that the older boy looked rather more tired than he should have been, and more nervous as well. He tried to ask about that, but Lan Xichen refused to dwell on the subject.

“There is just a lot to do, and you are right that I was gone longer than I should have,” Lan Xichen said. “Especially since Wangji is in seclusion… he was supposed to come out of it today, but I saw him earlier and convinced him to continue meditating alone for at least another month. There will be many energetic people among our guests this year, and I doubt he will enjoy their company too much.”

Nie Huaisang, who had found the Cloud Recesses even more fun without the constant threat of Lan Wangji being around to enforce the rule, could only nod. He didn't mind waiting a month to set in movement his older self's orders.

“And this had nothing at all with you wishing to have a little peace without your brother constantly enforcing the rules, does it?” he teased.

“I am nowhere near as rebellious as you seem to have decided,” Lan Xichen replied with an indulgent smile. “Though I suppose Lan Wangji does take a stricter approach to them than I do. I’m sure in time, he’ll learn that they are meant to be a guidance, not a restriction.”

“And that he should let his brother eat candies sometimes.”

Lan Xichen smiled, trying to hide a chuckle. That was enough to comfort Nie Huaisang. As long as he still enjoyed his jokes, Lan Xichen could not be doing badly. And after that the conversation soon moved on to music, giving Nie Huaisang a great chance to show off how hard he had worked all winter. By the time Nie Huaisang had to leave, Lan Xichen appeared in good spirits again, for which he congratulated himself.

-

When morning came, Nie Huaisang got up as early as he could manage after falling back on his old habits during winter, and headed toward the lecture hall with the other Nie disciples. There were a number of other boys assembled at the door, all waiting for the teacher to arrive. 

Among those, the ones dressed in purple attracted Nie Huaisang’s attention the most. He recognised Jiang Cheng of course, with Meng Yao next to him whose attitude seemed more that of a babysitter than a fellow disciple, perhaps because of that other boy standing near them who had a mischievous smile on his lips. Then, behind them, there were two other boys dressed in Jiang purple, plain and quite forgettable. Perhaps Wei Wuxian wasn’t there after all, or perhaps he had already entered the class to study on his own, as befitted someone who was destined to fall for Lan Wangji.

Even if that person was absent, Nie Huaisang decided he should go greet Jiang Cheng and Meng Yao at least, since he already knew them. But before he had taken even one step in their direction, he heard someone call out for him.

“You are Nie gongzi, right?” a haughty boy asked.

He was dressed in that shade of yellow that only the Jins ever thought pleasant, and his face bore a passing resemblance with Jin Zixun’s, except with much nicer features, and a far colder expression. All of this made it rather easy to guess his identity, even if they had never met.

“And you must be Jin gongzi,” Nie Huaisang replied with a polite nod. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“The pleasure is mine,” Jin Zixuan said, returning the nod. “Since you are my cousin’s friend, I hope we can become better acquainted.”

Nie Huaisang gaped at the other boy.

“I’m what?”

“He’s too proud to use the word, but I know Zixun. He wrote about you several times last year, and he told me you helped him pass his exams.”

That this would be anywhere near enough to be considered a friend said a lot about Jin Zixun’s overall popularity. Nie Huaisang himself, who wasn’t exactly rich in friends, wouldn’t have used the word to talk about Jin Zixun, but he still felt flattered. In fact, he wondered if the acquaintance might be worth sustaining. Surely Nie Huaisang could try to write to Jin Zixun perhaps? He’d promised he would write to Xue Yang already, to give him a chance to practice reading and writing without the pressure of a classroom. If he was writing anyway, one more letter could be easy to fit into his very full schedule. Jin Zixun was a prick, but on occasions he'd been almost tolerable, so he wouldn't be the worst friend Nie Huaisang could make.

“He also said you became friends because he broke your nose,” Jin Zixuan added, his tone dripping judgement at the idea that anyone could ever put up with something like that.

Nie Huaisang self-consciously raised a hand to touch his nose, before quickly dropping it to his side, embarrassed by this habit he’d picked up.

“It’s a little more complicated than that,” he grumbled. “But I guess I did help him pass. And, well… if you want to be friends, I have no issues with that.”

“We’ll see about it,” Jin Zixuan retorted, before turning around and returning to his own group, as if it might dirty him to spend too much time with people who weren’t Jins.

Jin Zixuan was lucky to have such a pretty face and to be so rich, because it certainly wasn’t his personality which would make him friends, Nie Huaisang thought. He was at least as annoying as Jin Zixun, even though it was in a different manner.

He must not have been the only one to have that impression. When he turned his attention back toward the Jiang disciples, all of them save for Meng Yao were glaring in the direction of Jin Zixuan. Worse still, when their eyes wandered toward Nie Huaisang, it was clear that mere association with Jin Zixuan had instantly branded him as unpleasant to them. That was odd, though. Everyone knew that there was an engagement between Jin Zixuan and Jiang Yanli, so surely there should have existed, if not friendship, then at least some degree of cordiality between disciples of their two sects. 

Nie Huaisang feared what starting with a disadvantage might do to the mission forced upon him, when already he wasn’t the best at making friends. But his eyes then met Meng Yao’s who, after whispering something to Jiang Cheng, walked toward Nie Huaisang and even bowed to him with far more deference than anyone had ever bothered to show before.

“Nie-gongzi, I am glad we meet again,” Meng Yao said. “I never had a chance to thank you before for your help that day.”

“I hardly did anything at all!” Nie Huaisang protested, waving his hands in embarrassment. “In fact, you were even hurt by my fault that time!”

“And yet I must insist in expressing my gratitude. If not for you and Lan gongzi standing up for me, I would not have been given a chance to become a cultivator, which has been my greatest dream since childhood. For this, I am in your debt.”

Nie Huaisang blushed a little. “Really, it was nothing. Any decent person would have done the same! And with a potential like yours, it was only natural that someone would take you as a student someday! How’s Yunmeng treating you? Are they nice to you? You can tell me if they’re not, and I’ll tell my da-ge, and he’ll tell them to be nice. But it’s Yunmeng, of course they’re probably nice, right?”

His rambling surprised Meng Yao, who appeared a little unsure how to answer. Probably he’d expected the young master of a great sect to be a little more eloquent than that, the way Lan Xichen was, or even Jiang Cheng. But it was difficult to keep cool in front of the boy who would have become the man who had killed Nie Mingjue.

How could that have even happened? Even after months in Lotus Piers, Meng Yao remained shorter than Nie Huaisang, and barely any heavier. How could someone like that…

“I think we’re treating him fine,” Jiang Cheng said in a dry voice as he joined them. “Though your concern commends you, Nie gongzi.”

Nie Huaisang jumped in surprise, and quickly bowed to him.

“Of course I didn’t mean to imply… and, well, he’s here to study, so clearly he is well treated, and your father must be quite impressed with him,” Nie Huaisang said, fidgeting with his sleeve. “I’m quite glad that things worked out so well!”

That other Jiang boy, the tall and handsome one, also joined them and threw an arm around Meng Yao’s shoulders to pull him close.

“It’s not Jiang-shushu who’s impressed with Meng Yao, it’s Yu-furen,” the boy said with a bright grin. “She’s the one who said he should come, because we’re less stupid when he’s with us.”

“She said you’re less stupid,” Jiang Cheng scoffed. “Don’t drag me down with you.”

“Yu-furen also thinks that having Meng Yao with us means that stupid peacock will keep his distances,” the other boy continued, unbothered by that interruption. “She’s really so scared that we’ll start an argument with him.”

“You would!”

“Only if he insults Shijie! Which he would, because he’s nothing but a self-important…”

“Wei Wuxian!” Jiang Cheng hissed. “Can you not shut up just for a moment?”

The boy just laughed, while Nie Huaisang stared.

Surely there had to have been a mistake. That couldn’t be Wei Wuxian. There was simply no way that Lan Wangji would ever become even a little attracted to a person such as this, who was bold enough to insult Jin Zixuan within earshot, who was so careless regarding Meng Yao’s obvious discomfort at having the connection mentioned. Sure Wei Wuxian wasn’t half bad looking, but with a personality like that, Lan Wangji would only try to murder him, not kiss him.

“You know, if the teacher isn’t here yet, we can probably leave,” Wei Wuxian said. “That’s what we’d do at home. Let’s ditch the lesson and go have fun!”

Oh, Lan Wangji was so going to murder him when they met. Surely Nie Huaisang’s future self had to be mistaken about those two. 

“Hey, Wei-xiong, you shouldn’t say things like that,” Nie Huaisang advised. “There’s some people that might punish you if they heard you talk like this!”

“Sure, but the point is that the teacher isn’t here, so I have nothing to fear. Come on, Nie-xiong, it’s your second year here, right? Surely you’d rather run off to have fun with us than sit through some boring lectures again!”

As a matter of fact, Nie Huaisang very much wanted that. Considering how badly his studies went the year before, he had no reasons to think he would do any better that year either, so having fun would be a great use of his time. But that would upset Nie Mingjue, who didn't need that. And it might also disappoint Lan Xichen, which would be the worst thing ever. Having discovered that he enjoyed being praised, and how willing to do just that Lan Xichen was, Nie Huaisang didn't want to risk upsetting his friend. 

"When I say there's people you shouldn't make angry, I don't mean just Lan Qiren," Nie Huaisang warned. "He's mostly manageable, if you just avoid talking back and cry a little when he gets angry. But his nephew Lan Wangji is a real terror, and they've put him in charge of overseeing punishment for the juniors. You're lucky he's in seclusion at the moment, because just for speaking of skipping classes, he'd have your skin. He takes rules very seriously!"

"The teacher's nephew, uh," Wei Wuxian said with an odd smile. 

"You're thinking something unwise," Meng Yao accused. 

"Please don't go bother that guy as soon as he leaves his seclusion," Jiang Cheng warned. "Mother will murder you if you disgrace our sect!" 

Wei Wuxian's grin only grew wider, to the great anxiety of the other three. 

"That nephew, he wouldn't happen to be a very handsome boy?" Wei Wuxian asked. "About my size, very handsome…" 

"His brother looks much better," Nie Huaisang interjected without thinking. "Lan Wangji always looks so crossed… but he has a fine enough face, yes."

"And a silver sword that gives off a cold impression?" 

"Did you already meet him?" Nie Huaisang asked. 

"Yes, last night." 

"Last night?" Jiang Cheng repeated. "How… there's a curfew in place here! Are you already breaking rules?" 

Without a shred of regret or shame, Wei Wuxian started telling the story of his escape to buy wine, his attempt to return in secret, and his fight with Lan Wangji. Upon hearing that tale Jiang Cheng was furious, Meng Yao was worried, and Nie Huaisang so delighted he had to cover his mouth with both hands not to laugh. 

Lan Wangji losing his temper! Lan Wangji getting in a fight, and not even winning it! Lan Wangji failing to punish a criminal! It was the funniest Nie Huaisang had ever heard, and he couldn't wait to share all of it with Su She who would surely be just as entertained. 

This Wei Wuxian was a much more interesting person than anticipated, and Nie Huaisang could see himself becoming quite fond of him, even though he'd been determined to dislike him before. But that had been when he thought that his future self and Lan Wangji approved of him, two people whose opinion he didn't value much. 

"Wei-xiong, you are so dead," Nie Huaisang cheerfully announced when the other had finished his story. "It's going to be a matter of pride now, he's going to have his eye on you for the entire time you'll be here!" 

And for more than that, if Nie Huaisang’s future self was to be believed. That old prick didn't seem the sort to prank others, but it was also difficult to imagine Lan Wangji falling in love with someone like Wei Wuxian. People said that opposite attracted, but there were limits. Then again, it would be immensely funny if these two did become a couple. If it happened, Nie Huaisang might laugh to death. 

"That Lan Zhan is probably too busy to bother with me," Wei Wuxian claimed. "And it's not like he comes to the lectures, right? So I'm not worried in the least. Besides, I'm more than his match in a fight!"

The arrival of Lan Qiren, who seemed in as bad a humour as Nie Huaisang had ever seen him, cut short that conversation, though Wei Wuxian still looked quite sure of himself as they all entered the classroom. He only deflated a little when they all noticed that there already was a student sitting there, a Lan boy who only looked up from the scroll he was reading to glare at Wei Wuxian. In turn, Wei Wuxian did appear a little startled, having clearly not expected that his new nemesis would be there.

It took Nie Huaisang all of his self control not to laugh at this situation.

The plot to help Lan Wangji find a cultivation partner had held little joy when he had believed Wei Wuxian to be the second Jade's equal in temper. But discovering that Wei Wuxian was a wild spirit, sure to drive Lan Wangji mad with annoyance and to distract him from his duties, delighted Nie Huaisang. It was the funniest thing in the world.

It was the stuff of great romances, something which might blossom into a love story people would talk about for ages. Two people of opposite temper, of opposite values even, learning to see each other’s worth… it would be quite fun to watch that unfold, and even more amusing to give it a push here and there.

Helping the romance of others was the closest to living his own that Nie Huaisang was likely to get, so he’d have to content himself with that.

His lack of appealing skills made it unlikely he’d ever provoke the sort of strong sentiment already at play between Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji. But even a more talented nature would not have changed his delicate position as his brother's heir. Until his brother married and had children, Nie Huaisang knew it would be unwise of him to flirt with anyone of his own choosing, not when the Nie clan might someday require him to make a good match. The only reason he wasn’t already engaged to anyone, he suspected, was because there weren’t many girls of the right age among the greater sects, and because his brother disliked the idea of using him as a political tool unless absolutely necessary.

It was not easy, being next in line to inherit a sect, and Nie Huaisang was quite happy that he wasn’t in love with anyone at all. He only wished a little to be like Wei Wuxian, as a servant's son, free to live as he pleased as long as he did not bring any scandal for his sect. And it was lucky that Lan Wangji's status was not quite as dire as Nie Huaisang’s, not when he had a brother who was more likely to get married than Nie Mingjue, and even a relatively young uncle who could well have children of his own if needed. 

Lucky them indeed, but Nie Huaisang was determined not to envy them.

He’d just have his share of fun watching them… and maybe he’d see if Lan Xichen could be convinced to help too, just so they’d have another thing to laugh about together.

[purpleyellow]

Recovering pt 1

Seventeen 14th member

Hayun’s masterlist

“During her time in the hospital, it was up to the 95+96 line to take care of Hayun”

a/n: Wonwoo’s scenario is inpired by the lyric prank request. Feel free to let me know your thoughts as well as send me some requests💙. Ask box is also open to random chats.

Scoups

He had felt guilty leaving Hayun on her own that morning, so as soon as the schedule was over, Seungcheol rushed to the hospital to make her company while the boys went home to showers and then pay her a visit.

Opening the room’s door, he was met with the sight of Hayun’s head staring blankly at him while the rest of her body was buried in while fluffy pillows in a way he doubted she could move without letting at least one of them drop off the bed. Stifling his laugh, the leader walked into the room amused.

“Did hurricane Jackson come by?” He asked clearly knowing the answer as she rolled her eyes.

“What do you think? I didn’t even know you could get this many pillows in a hospital” The girl sighed as he started to take them one by one and set them on the couch, only leaving the ones stabilizing her back since he didn’t know how much movement she could take “You smell like the bathroom in music core”

“I rushed here so you could have some company and that’s what I get?” Scoups said offended and she smiled mischievously.

“My bad. Here let me tell you a secret” Hayun waved him closer and when his ear was by her mouth she screamed “I’M LOSING MY MIND IN THIS ROOM”  

Flinching backward, Cheol placed a hand on his heart while waiting for a second for it to calm down. The girl stared at him with wide eyes while pointing out how everything was stark white.

“AND, if that isn’t enough” She pointed out making him widen his eyes even more “I don’t have you guys around”

“Aww, cute” He cooed pulling a chair closer so he could sit by her side “But wasn’t your boyfriend just here?”

“Yeah but he’s not you guys” She hummed holding his hand and squeezing it for a few seconds before throwing it away “At least he’s not a traitor” 

“A traitor?” Cheol smiled amused and she crossed her arms nodding.

“I mean. How dare you guys having all that fun without me”

Jeonghan

“That one looks like a thumb” Hayun leaned into Jeonghan’s side and pointed at a baby through the nursery window. As she had been getting better, the nurses would let her take little strolls around the hospital as a way of getting her body going again.

“Don’t judge him, he might become cute someday and end up dating your child” Jeonghan pointed out while side hugging the girl to help her support herself “You don’t want to bully your future son in law, do you?”

“It’s weird thinking that they’ll become a grown person isn’t it” She ignored him cooing at the babies in their beds “They’re so little and squishable right now. Look at that one! It has a little dimple!”

Laughing at her excitement, Jeonghan failed to notice an old lady approaching them with a fond smile, and he almost jumped when she started speaking on his side.

“It’s your firstborn, right? I remember how excited I was when my daughter was born, nothing compares to it” The lady smiled at their mildly confused faces and then back at the babies “So, which one is yours?”

As Hayun went to tell her this was a misunderstanding, Jeonghan calmly pointed at a baby in the corner and, with the softest smile, he turned to her as he spoke. 

“That one is our little Channie. Cute isn’t he?” He winked at his group member as she bit her bottom lip to stop herself from laughing.

“Oh yes. That one is my grandson. Time sure flies by fast” The lady smiled at them and much to Hayun’s entertainment pointed to the one she had compared to a thumb.

“Ah he’s adorable” Hayun giggled and forcefully pulled at Jeonghan’s sweatshirt to indicate they should leave soon before the woman could get a good look at them and start some weird rumor.

“We should be going back so my love can go rest” He started speaking while pulling her IV holder a little closer to indicate their departure.

“Yeah, I’m feeling quite tired, we should really be going” Hayun gave her a polite smile and after giving each other the best of luck they parted ways, Jeonghan turning to her as soon as they made it to the elevator.

“We’re horrible people” 

(pretty boy draco malfoy wannabe)

Joshua

“You just hoop the thread through the- Hey, don’t give up now” Joshua sighed as Hayun dropped her hands and placed the little beads back on the container. 

“Shua, I love and cherish each and every bracelet you give me so much. And do you know why?” She asked and he shook his head “Because I know that I don’t have the patience to do them just like you”

Dropping his head on the hospital bed, Joshua tried his best not to laugh in desperation as he gathered the courage to admit the only thing he had brought for her to do was a failure. 

“Okay, I’m sorry” He straightened up his posture and collected one by one the little beads and things. “The boys just keep breaking the ones I’ve given them and I don’t have the guts to say no to making more. Just thought you could help me get these done, my bad”

“Oh, I can,” Hayun said, much more excited, yet he shook his head grateful.

“You don’t like it, I get it. Don’t worry about it” Shua gave her a very sad wink, putting the things away and crossing his legs as he sat back. “So, how have you been doing? At least we can talk about your news and catch up”

“No, you don’t get it. There is no news. I’m stuck here and nothing happens, so if I can help you by making bracelets, PLEASE teach me how to make bracelets” Hayun pleaded, shaking him by his arm and Joshua laughed.

“Just don’t go complaining that I forced you” Handing her the materials again, they went back to silently making the crafts while Hayun shared some of the hospital gossip she had heard. 

“Have you tried putting one of each color to see how it turns out?” She asked, pushing her glasses that were sliding on the bridge of her nose without taking her eyes off her work.

“Yes. It all looks kind of yellow though, I don’t know how it happens” Joshua shrugged, taking a quick glance at the one she was making, only to notice she wasn’t following the pattern he had told her to. “Wait, that’s not how it’s supposed to go”

“I think it looks more fun this way” Hayun smiled stretching the line towards him, seemingly proud of the colorful mess she had done. 

Shua only smiled and nodded, not having the heart to tell her that one was supposed to replace Woozi’s black and blue bracelet.

Jun

Hayun had been watching the door with hopeful eyes for the last three minutes when Jun finally entered her room. Closing the door almost instantly, the boy leaned against it and placed his hand inside his hoodie pocket.

“Please tell me you got it” Hayun beamed, assuming the answer was a yes, but her face dropped as soon as he took out three Jello cups. “You know, when I told you to sneak in some food, I meant like a burger or something”

“How was I supposed to sneak in a burger? Do you know how hard it was for me to get these?” He sighed sitting next to her on the hospital bed and taking out two spoons from his pocket “I had to sweet talk my way through three different nurses to make it into their stash. One of them even gave me her number”

“My boy” Hayun gave him a high five and took one of the cups “You got me a lime one? Thanks!. The girls said they were out of it this morning”

“Oh yeah. One of them told me they’re usually out of it pretty quickly so they try not to give many out” He said calmly making her complain about the unfairness.

“If a burger was too difficult, some fries would have done the job” The girl returned to the topic rolling her eyes while opening one of the Jellos and taking a spoon from him.

“The nurses said you should be careful with what you eat for a while, that must mean no greasy food” Jun grabbed a bite with his spoon and laughed at her annoyed face. 

“I’m already in the hospital if anything goes wrong” The girl rebutted, making him laugh and push her in annoyance, forgetting for an instant she still had some stitches in her belly.

“Crap, I’m sorry,” Jun said when she let out a little groan, opting to sit on the chair instead of crushing her side on the bed.

“Don’t apologize. You can be a little rougher next time” Hayun smirked as he threw his head back in annoyance and took out another Jello from his pocket, throwing it at her head but purposely missing “Hey, sick person here. Treat me a little nicer for once”

“I’m getting mixed signals right now. Which one is it, rough or gentle? Because I can do both” Jun snickered back making her howl with laughter.

Hoshi 

“Hey, is this supposed to be happening?” Hoshi screamed over the nurses as they helped Hayun throw up in a bucket from the hospital bed.

The boy and a manager had just arrived to help her get her stuff ready to go home when a bunch of them went running into her room making him alert.

“Sir, it’s not very common but it can happen. We'll do some scans to see if there’s anything going on but she hasn’t shown any other symptoms so it might be a passing thing” One of them told him while helping her up. Turning to her, he held her shoulder and placed her against the headboard “You need to be careful with your stitches”

“So what? I’m supposed to drown in my vomit” Hayun complained and one of them held the bucket a little closer to her face making her disgusted “Nevermind, I think I’m done”

“I’ll go check with the doctor,” The manager told Hoshi as he nodded and walked closer to the girl.

“You haven’t been feeling anything else right?” Soonyoung asked, but before she could say anything the same nurse spoke up.

“She hasn’t had any fever and everything else seems to be normal. You’ll probably need to stay here one more day so we can see if anything happens though”

Giving him a side-eye, Hayun pouted as they excused themselves from the room and Hoshi sat on the bed next to her so she could lean her head on his shoulder.

“I just want to go home” She mumbled letting frustration take over for the first time. “I’m stuck in this damn room while the entire world passes by. I missed an entire comeback at this point, people might start calling me old for it”

“At least you did one stage” Hoshi chuckled making her roll her eyes “Just think that there will be many more to come. Think of this as a rest before you go out and get tired again”

“I want to be tired right now” She scoffed, pointing at her stomach “Do you have any idea of how weak my muscles must be. I’m going to need you to walk me through every choreography so I can reignite muscle memory again”

“Sure. I’ll make a boot camp just for you” He laughed as she sighed defenseless.

Wonwoo

“You don’t have to stay, you know?” Hayun pointed out as Wonwoo fixed up the couch for himself to sleep on. 

“Hoshi said you were pissed for staying one more day,” He said nonchalantly while staking some pillows “What kind of friend would I be if I let you sulking on your own?”

“The reasonable kind who knows their bed is much more comfortable than a couch he can barely fit on” The girl smirked, doing her best to turn on her side.

“What is that thing you always say before talking someone into something” Wonwoo pretended to think before raising a finger “It’s about experiencing life to its fullest”

“I don’t think this fits into that but okay” 

“I’m turning off the lights” He laughed, getting up, but before his finger touched the switch, she stopped him.

“I feel like crap” Hayun pouted and he widened his eyes.

“What is up? Do you need me to call someone?” The boy left his spot by the door to come check on her closer “Is it the position you’re on”

“I threw away all my pride” She held his hand and looked up at him, trying her best not to break the sad face before continuing “I’m so upset”

“Look, you shouldn’t worry about missing the schedules. I get that you wanted to come too, but things like this happen and we have to adjust to them” He said making her sigh and let go of his hand, only to look out of the window

“Am I only this much? Now I’m scared” 

“What? No, you don’t have to be scared. We all think it’s best for you to recover than-”

“I’m scared of the words of I love you” Hayun raised her tone making him shut up and stare at her confused. She let out an ironic laugh before continuing “You’re just a joke”

“What?” 

“I really can’t stand you” She spat at him making his face get more confused “There’s no reason to date you. Guys like you are all over the world”

Wonwoo was just about to ask where she was going with this as a wave of realization hit him, as a reaction he closed his eyes and took a deep breath while Hayun laughed at his face.

“Did you really just quote 2NE1?” The boy scoffed before an amused grin showed up in his face. 

Woozi

“I get performing, but why do I need to stay out of interviews too?” Hayun interrogated the doctor just as he was ready to discharge her “Can’t I just sit on the side? You said small movements were fine”

 From her side, Woozi watched amused as the doctor explained for the third time that she needed to let her body rest, which made her argue once again that “interviews weren’t exhausting”

“We can exchange places if you want,” The boy said half-serious, half kidding making her roll her eyes.

“You wouldn’t like it,” Hayun said on a whim raising her eyebrow as she gave it a second thought “Actually, staying at home with no one else around. You totally would. Can we do that?” 

“Do what exactly?” The doctor said as she stared at him excitedly.

“Have him home resting for me while I go have fun?”

“Uh-”

“The moment you learn to ignore the things she says, the better your life will become” Woozi smiled politely making her roll her eyes once again. “Anyways, are you ready to go home?”

“I don’t know, I became quite attached to this room” Hayun tried to joke, but the boy only unlocked her wheelchair and started guiding her out. “Well that was rude”

“You kept complaining you wanted to go home. I’m just trying to do that as fast as possible” He smirked as they made it to the elevator. Their manager running to keep track of his fast steps.

“Calm down, the party isn’t going anywhere” Hayun chuckled, but when she looked up to his confused face, she only rolled her eyes “Cut the crap, I know you’re throwing a welcome home party”

“Uh… you’re going to be disappointed” The boy looked to the manager and then back at her with an apologetic face.

“Oh. Nah, it’s fine” Hayun shrugged rolling her eyes “Everyone is busy anyways” 

“We thought we could go out once you’re all good too” He patted her arm as they made it to the garage floor.

After the manager drove them to the dorms, they both calmly walked to the door while chatting about some nonsense on the radio. When Hayun opened the door to find her twelve losers with a banner that read “Sorry about your appendix”.

[sylvanfreckles]

Sick Day

Just posting an old fic from my AO3 account. You can read it on that website here, it was a gift for someone who reviewed one of my other stories (I have been known to offer bribes in the past).

Summary: When Jack is stuck at home recovering from bad chest cold, all he wanted was for someone to spend time with him. And with Sam and Dean on a case and Cas working on an angel problem, that leaves Mary...and Rowena. Now, if he can only convince them to stop trying to out-mother each other and just be his friends maybe he would actually feel better.

...

Having the flu, as Dean put it so succinctly, sucked.

Never mind that Sam had scolded his brother up and down the bunker that Jack didn't have the flu, that what he had was a serious chest cold, Dean had kept calling it the flu until Sam stormed off to dig up a hunt to shut his brother up. After all, Mary was planning on spending a few days at the bunker brushing up on some current affairs and helping with some translation work for a novice hunter out in California, so it wasn't like they were leaving him alone.

Except, Jack reasoned as he tucked his blanket a little tighter around this legs, it would be nice if Sam or Dean had acted like they wanted to stay with him. Castiel was helping Heaven—they'd found an angel hiding on earth and he was trying to convince them to go home to help power up Heaven, but Naomi was refusing to send anyone else so he was the only one who could do it. So it was just Jack and Mary left in the bunker, and without the noise of the other hunters or one of his dads the whole place just seemed empty and sad.

Jack loved Mary, he really did, but just...he really wanted one of his fathers. Sam had said their case would only last a few days and Cas was coming home as soon as he could (and called or texted whenever he was able) but it just didn't compare to having someone here. His phone rang, pulling him out of his thoughts, and Jack's face lit up when he saw Rowena's name on the ID screen. “Row-” he broke off to cough away from the phone, “Rowena?” “Jack? Oh, poor boy, you sound awful,” Rowena's lilting accent was colored with sympathy, and Jack wiggled further down on the couch and closed his eyes. “Yeah, I'm sick.” “Oh no, that's just awful. My poor wee lad.” “I'm okay. Sam says I should be better in a few days.” Dean, of course, said he was probably going to be sick for the rest of his life, but even through the haze of NyQuil Jack had realized that was a joke. “Yes, Samuel. Is he there? I've tried to call him but he isn't answering,” “No, he and Dean are on a case,” Jack twisted away from the phone to cough again. “I see. Well, how about Castiel?” “He's been gone on angel business for a few days, but he should be back soon.” Rowena was silent on the other end of the phone. Jack frowned and pulled the phone away, checking that they were still connected. “Rowena?” “And...they left you there? Alone? And sick?” “Oh, no, I'm not alone. Mary's here.” Rowena was silent again for a few minutes. Jack turned the phone away to cough into a tissue, careful to throw it in the trash can to limit the spread of germs. “Well, if the boys aren't there, I suppose I can stop by myself for what I need.” Jack was blowing his nose, but he picked the phone up again as soon as he was done. “You're coming?” “Just to look for a few things,” the witch commented, but there was something warm in her voice. “I'll bring you some of the remedies I used to take when I was a lass. We'll have you back on your feet in no time.” Before Jack could argue, Rowena had hung up on her end. He let his phone drop into his lap and rested his head against the couch. At least it would be nice to see her again, he thought. He was pretty sure there weren't really any cures for a cold (at least Sam had said so, and even Dean admitted Sam was probably right about almost everything), but the bunker seemed so empty with just him and Mary that he was looking forward to another visitor. “Jack?” Mary was leaning into the doorway, a steaming mug in her hands. “Did Cas call again?” “No, that was Rowena,” Jack replied. He drew his feet up so the blonde woman could sit at the other end of the couch and pass him the mug. It was herbal tea laced with honey—the warmth always helped ease the ache in his chest while the honey soothed his scratchy throat. “She said she needed some information, but since Sam and Cas aren't here she's just going to stop by to look for it herself.” “Oh.” Mary's lips tightened into a thin line. He knew Mary had grown up viewing witches as nothing more than another monster, but he held out hope that she could someday at least see Rowena as an ally. After all, Bobby and Jules and most of the hunters from the apocalypse world had learned to accept Castiel, so there had to be hope for Mary and Rowena. “Thank you, Mary,” he said, after taking a sip of the tea. “You always make it so strong, I like it.” Mary's cheeks reddened. “Well, herbal tea isn't really my strong suit,” she replied. “If you wanted coffee, now...it would still probably be pretty strong.” “I like it like this,” Jack repeated after another sip. “Sometimes when I make it I just leave the teabag in while I drink it.” “You rebel,” Mary teased, patting his knee. “How are you feeling?” He shrugged. “Okay, I guess.” Mary leaned forward to rest her hand against his forehead. Jack closed his eyes, leaning into the touch just a little. Her hand was cool and dry, and just a little rough with callouses in the same places as Sam and Dean. She smelled nicer, though. He still didn't understand why it was somehow a taboo for boys to smell like strawberries, no matter what Dean

said. “You're not running a fever,” Mary commented. “At least not a high one. Is your cough any better?” Jack started to answer, but had to turn to the side to cough into another balled-up tissue. Mary's smile was sympathetic and she patted his knee again. “Maybe a little. Just get some rest, Jack.” “Wait,” Jack caught her wrist as she stood to leave. “Sam downloaded some old movies before he left, do you want to watch one with me?” “I wish I could,” Mary replied, gently brushing some of his hair out of his face. “I just have so much work to do right now. Maybe later.” He tried to keep the disappointment off his face as she left the room, but as soon as she was gone Jack sunk back down into the couch and picked his phone back up. Movies were just less fun by himself, and he didn't always understand the references. Cas had sent another update, at least—the angel he was talking to was living near a bird sanctuary, and he always sent Jack colorful pictures of parrots and songbirds and an old, scarred pelican the sanctuary workers had named Admiral. Not as good as having his father here, certainly, but it was nice to know Cas was thinking of him. Jack closed his eyes, letting his phone rest against his chest. Later couldn't come soon enough. * * * “Jack?” A cool, soft hand on his forehead gently pulled him out of sleep. “Mary?” he whispered. “No, dear. It's Rowena.” He cracked his eyes open to see the witch leaning over him, brilliant red hair cascading over one shoulder. “What time is it?” She glanced down at the gold watch on one wrist. “Almost seven in the evening. How are you feeling, Jack?” Jack grunted and shoved himself up, rubbing his eyes with the heel of one hand. “Better?” Rowena gave a little laugh, sitting down on the edge of the couch near his knees. “Was that a question or an answer?” “Both?” She gave another of those little, tinkly laughs and patted his knee. “Well, now I'm here, I'll have you back to health in no time at all.” He smiled at her, but had to bend over to muffle a cough in one hand. “Sorry.” “No apology necessary, Jack,” Rowena assured him. He fumbled for the tissue box but found it empty and jerked back in surprise when Rowena offered him a handkerchief. “It won't bite you, my dear. And it can be washed.” “Ah...thanks.” Gingerly, Jack covered his mouth and nose to cough. Rowena shifted around to place one hand on his back and rub gentle, soothing circles. “You poor thing,” she murmured. “And the boys just left you all alone?” “Mary's here,” Jack reminded her, when he could speak again. Rowena sniffed daintily. “Yes, of course. Lady Winchester. Well, Jack, I'll just pop over to the kitchen and put this on the boil,” she said as she stood up, picking up a paper grocery bag. “I've got a few things to check while it's stewing, but we'll have you right as rain soon.” Jack swung around to put his feet on the floor, fighting a wave of dizziness. “Rowena? Sam told me to just keep taking this stuff,” he explained, gesturing to a package of extra-strength cold medicine. “Maybe...could you just bring your research in here and we could watch a movie instead?” The witch scoffed at the packaged medicine. “Nonsense, Jack. Trust me, I'll have you up on your feet in a matter of hours.” With that, Rowena marched out of the room with the paper bag clutched close. Jack slumped back against the couch, head pounding and sinuses clogged. He really, truly was feeling better compared to the last few days. Just...lonely. A crash from the kitchen had him sitting back up, and with a sigh Jack shuffled to his feet and pulled his robe closed. He could hear raised voices as he got closer and realized Mary and Rowena were in the middle of a heated argument over something. “...need your...witches brew,” Mary was saying as Jack approached the door. “We were doing just fine without you.” “Oh, fine, of course,” Rowena's voice was sharp with scorn. “Explain how you burned tomato soup, then?” “It's harder than it looks,” Mary protested. “And it's not burned, there's just stuff stuck to the bottom of

the pan. That happens every time.” “This?” Jack could hear something scraping, and really hoped Rowena hadn't just taken a metal spoon to one of Dean's prized nonstick pans. “This is burned, dear. See how it's gone all dark and bitter? You actually burned the soup, no wonder the poor boy is ill!” “What would you know about taking care of a sick child?” Mary demanded. “I have raised a son of my own.” “Who became a demon! At least my boys have never done that!” Rowena gave a dark laugh. “Oh, dearie, there's so much you don't know.” “And what's that supposed to mean? Sam and Dean are good men.” “Oh, no one's disputing that, Mary. I'm merely suggesting that they became good men because of your absence, rather than in spite of it.” That was enough for Jack. Before Mary could make her retort he shoved his way into the kitchen, his dramatic entrance made somewhat pathetic when he stumbled into a chair and had to hang onto it for dear life. “What are you arguing about?” “Jack!” Mary rushed to his side, turning the chair around and trying to push him to sit down. She was trying to be calm, but he could see the angry flush in her cheeks and feel her hands shaking. “What are you doing up? You should be resting!” “Did we disturb you?” Rowena asked, straightening his robe and brushing his hair back. She almost appear unaffected, but her lips were tight and she kept glaring over at Mary. “Poor boy. I apologize, it won't happen again.” Jack shook them both off. “Why were you fighting?” When neither woman answered he folded his arms, though he did sit down as his cold made him feel weak, and attempted his best Dean-stare at them. “I want to know.” “Mary burned-” “Rowena was-” They started at the same time, but both stopped to glare at each other. Jack sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose with one hand. “I really don't need all of this.” “I'm sorry, Jack,” Mary rested one hand on his shoulder and squeezed lightly. “We'll keep it down.” “Aye,” Rowena placed her hand on his other shoulder and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “You just trot back to bed. I'll take care of the mess here and bring you something in a wee bit.” “I was making soup,” Mary replied, her grip tightening just a little. “I'll bring you some soup.” “If you can call it soup,” Rowena sniffed. Her hand was tightening as well. It was almost uncomfortable. “I'll clean up this disaster and bring you some real food.” “Okay, that's it!” Mary leaned over Jack to get in Rowena's face. “I've had it with your little insults! No, I'm not a cook, but John and I survived just fine even if I burned the soup now and then!” “Oh, yes, of course,” Rowena replied. She leaned over Jack as well, until his vision was all but blocked by the two women. “That would by why you had such a long, happy marriage, hmm? Oh, wait...you died.” “Enough!” Jack stood up, pushing the two apart. He swallowed down another cough and took a few steps away so he could turn around and face them, waving his hands to include the two of them as well as the disaster in the kitchen. “It's all of this! I don't need this! Cas is away on important business that couldn't wait, and Sam and Dean wouldn't have left if I wasn't going to be fine. I don't need you to do this much for me!” “Jack,” Mary held her hands out, trying to soothe him. “I'm sorry, I got carried away. We just want what's best for you.” “But you never asked me! You just keep trying to be my mother!” Jack pushed both hands through his hair and turned away. He hadn't meant to say that...hadn't meant to express the awful, bitter feelings that kept bubbling up. “Jack?” Rowena was at his side, one hand on his elbow. “Is something the matter?” He sighed, turning around again so he could face both of them. “I already have a mom,” he explained, feeling that little twist of pain and love and regret that formed in his stomach whenever he thought of Kelly. “A really, really good mom. And I have Cas, and Sam and Dean. I just...I don't need another mom. I really...I just wanted a friend today.” Mary had looked down, blinking back tears.

Rowena had looped her arm through his and was studying his face with a gentle expression. “My poor lad,” she finally murmured. “I never meant to try to replace your mother, Jack. You just seemed so lonely...I just wanted to take care of you.” “Yeah,” Mary came close enough to take his free hand. “I guess...we just thought we knew what was best and didn't even think about what you really wanted.” Jack let out a relieved sigh, letting the two of them guide him back to the chair when his legs started to shake. “Can we please just watch a movie together? That's all I wanted.” “Of course,” Rowena said soothingly. “I'll take care of the dishes here, and maybe Mary can find some snacks.” “And make tea,” Mary offered. “Nice and strong, just how you like it.” Rowena pulled a face, but this time Jack knew it was because the witch didn't approve of the way he drank tea. “That would be great,” he said. “I'll set up the projector.” * * * “Hey, Cas,” Dean greeted the angel as he got out of the Impala. “You're back early!” “Susanna agreed to return to Heaven,” Cas explained. “How did your hunt go?” “Oh, just the best,” Dean replied. He hefted his bag up to his shoulder and rolled his eyes. “Poltergeists are just so much fun.” “Do you need me to heal you?” Cas asked worriedly, looking over Sam and Dean for injuries. “He's just being a baby,” Sam said. “The poltergeist didn't hurt his shoulder, he just won't admit that he's old and can't take the cold as well as he used to.” “I am not old,” Dean retorted, leading the way into the bunker. “Besides, if I'm old you are too.” “That doesn't even make sense,” Sam complained, but fell silent when his brother pulled up short. “Dean?” Dean held a finger to his lips and gestured to the small office they'd been using as a kind of family living room. There was a projector running one of the old black and white movies Sam had found. Jack was on the couch, fast asleep, head tipped back at an awkward angle and breathy snores rasping out of his open mouth. To his right, Rowena was curled up on the couch beside him with her head pillowed on his shoulder. Mary was at the opposite end of the couch from Rowena, her feet resting in Jack's lap and her head down against her chest. “Think he's feeling better?” Sam whispered. “Hope so,” Dean replied, turning away from the room with a grin. “Looks like he was in good hands.” Sam shook his head, casting one more look at the sleeping trio. "I don't know, I kind of feel like it was the other way around."

[writingmyanxietyaway]

Heaven Above | El Professor

Requested by anon:  heyy prompts 40 , 65 , 66 for El Professor?with so so much angst -even death of reader- if you write kind of things ofc) thx already

Word count: 1,3k

Warning: angst, death, swearing

Note: not my gif! Also, the reader doesn’t know that Sergio is planning the heist! This takes place before/during the first heist :) It’s a little shorter than I’d hoped, but I hope you like it nonetheless. Enjoy! x

#40 - ‘I wish I’d never met you.’ ‘No.. you don’t mean that.’

#65 - ‘I might never get another chance to say this.’

#66 - ‘Do you regret it?’

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‘Do you regret it?’ you asked softly. You were fiddling with your fingers while you sat next to Sergio on the bed. Your bottom lip was trembling and your eyes prickled with tears.

‘I-’ he sighed, ‘I don’t know.’ He was nervous, you could tell. You and Sergio had been lifelong friends. Your mothers grew up together and got pregnant around the same time. He was a year older than you, but you nearly did everything together. You went to the same school, worked at the same place, lived in the same street. But deep down you had feelings for each other and that resulted in you two sleeping together last night.

‘What don’t you know? Us being clearly more than friends or sleeping with me was a mistake?’ you asked. Your heart clenched at your own words and you hoped with all your heart Sergio was just a little confused. 

‘No, it’s not that. But... This- This messes everything up. We were supposed to stay friends, nothing more than that!’ he said louder, standing up and throwing his hands in the air.

‘Sergio, please calm down. We made this decision together. I didn’t force you into anything, did I?’ you asked him, the realisation of him not wanting to be with you hitting you hard in the stomach.

‘You didn’t, but this makes it so complicated! This was not part of the plan Y/N, not part of the plan.’ He kept pacing back and forth, mumbling to himself and re-adjusting his glasses.

‘Sergio, look at me,’ you pleaded, taking his face in your hands. That only seemed to trigger his senses more as he pushed you away.

‘Everything is turning to shit, Y/N! I can’t think straight anymore. All I can think about is you and that messes with my head. God, you ruined everything! I wish I’d never met you!’ he yelled. You let out a loud sob. The man you’ve loved all your life confessed his love for you and offended you more than you ever though he would in the same sentence. When the words left his lips, his heart dropped in his stomach, immediately regretting what he said.

‘No, you don’t mean that.’ Your voice betrayed you as it cracked and quivered. Tears fell down your cheeks, showing Sergio just how much he hurt you.

‘Look me in the eye and tell me last night didn’t mean anything. Tell me you didn’t wait your whole life for that moment. Tell me you don’t love me. I dare you.’ The sadness in your voice now turning into anger as you took a step towards him. ‘Tell me, Sergio.’

The man looked at you with hurt, fear and sadness in his eyes, but he couldn’t bring himself to speak up and say any of those things. It simply wasn’t true and he couldn’t lie to you. Hearing the hurt in your voice pulled his heart strings. Tears filled his eyes and he could see the defeat in yours. Your shoulders slumped and you bowed your head.

‘I guess that was your answer. I don’t know what I messed up or ruined by loving you the way I do, but I’m sorry. I really am. I hope someday you can forgive me for all I’ve done. Goodbye, Sergio,’ you spoke, soflty smiling at him one more time before turning around and leaving.

-

That night stayed with you forever. You hadn’t seen or spoken to Sergio in three months and it hurt you every day. You went from seeing each other every day to not even texting. So you had spent the last few weeks sitting on the couch or in your bed. It wasn’t healthy and you knew that, so you decided to go out and get some groceries. You changed into some nicer clothes, put on a little bit of make-up and left your apartment. After exploring the market for a while, you found everything you needed so you returned home after taking a little walk in the park. Once you returned home, you saw the front door was open. The lock had been ruined. People broke in. Your heartbeat picked up and you felt yourself shaking. You decided to call the police, but as soon as you picked up your phone, you felt two arms wrap around you. You shrieked and tried to move, but a cloth was held in front of your nose. Holding your breath, you tried to stay awake as long as possible, but you soon enough slipped away into darkness.

‘I have to give it to you Professor, you have good taste,’ you heard someone loudly speak next to you. You slowly felt yourself awaken. You lifted your head and tried to move your hands, but couldn’t. Panic set in and you tried to pull yourself out of the ropes.

‘Ah, nice of you to join the party, darling,’ you twisted your head and saw a man in his fourtees looking down on you.

‘Wh-who are you? Where am I?’ you asked. A big screen was stood in front of you and a camera was pointed at your face.

‘You, my darling, are here because your friend doesn’t listen to our rules. See, all he has to do is let al the hostages go and you can go. But he’s a little stubborn, so he needs some help,’ he said, getting closer to you. You tried to inch away, but he grabbed you by your hair, shoving a gun to your jaw. You screamed and tears fell down your cheeks.

‘Hostages? What? Please let me go. I have no idea who you’re talking about,’ you pleaded.

‘Care to explain it yourself, Professor?’ the man asked and the tv was turned on. A very nervous Sergio appeared on the screen and your breath hitched.

‘I-I can explain, Y/N,’ he stuttered, ‘I did something big a-and bad and a lot of people are involved, but they’re not in danger. I promise.’

‘What the hell in going on? They’re not in danger? Then what the fuck am I doing here?’ you yelled at him and you could see him flinch.

‘I’m part of a robbery,’ your jaw dropped to the floor, ‘that was the plan I told you about. The one you, uh, ruined.’ He winced at his own words.

‘I don’t care what you’re doing, but you best let them go Sergio,’ your voice trembled as you finally admitted to yourself you would probably not make it out of here alive.

‘I- I can’t, Y/N. It’s part of the plan and if I lose them, the whole plan is ruined. I have to stick to it.’ You could tell he started to lose control and once he did, there was no coming back.

‘Sergio, listen to me. I have no idea where I am, got kidnapped at broad daylight and now I’m sitting here with my hands tied and a gun pointed at my head. Are those hostages really worth more than me? Think about how long we’ve known each other,’ you pleaded, hoping to trigger something.

‘I have to stick to the plan, Y/N.’

‘Very well then,’ you heard the man say and he pushed the gun at the back of your head. You cried out in fear and sobbed as quietly as you could.

‘Any last words, beautiful?’

‘ I might never get another chance to say this, so I’ll just say it. I love you Sergio. Always will and always have. I’m sorry I couldn’t be the person you wanted me to be,’ you sobbed, ‘I love you.’

A loud gunshot cut your sobbing short. Your head fell forward and you were dead. Reality seemed to hit Sergio harder than a truck, because his eyes almost popped out of it’s sockets and he screamed loudly. The man stepped back contently and turned his attention to the camera.

‘Now will you let the hostages go?’

[hyrule-kingdom-updates]

Zelda burst into the room, arms full of metal plates, gears, and screws. Astor just sighed. 

“What is it you want this time?”

“I have an idea!” The young princess let her items drop onto the old carpet with a thud. 

“Another one?”

“Mmhm!” She quickly ran up to the windowsill, eyeing one of the hanging gyrospheres. “Can I have that? I want more metal. Pleaaaase?”

“Sure.” He didn’t even look to see what she was pointing to.

Zelda hopped up on the windowsill, jumping to try and reach the device, but to no avail. It seems time has not granted her that much advancement in height. She turned back to Astor.

“Can you grab it for—?”

“No.”

“Uggggggh.” Zelda hopped back down, going back to her pile of scrap. “Fine, but I’m stealing one of your journals.” She plucked one of the tattered blank books from the floor, and started jotting notes inside of it.

Astor clicked his tongue. “I’m not here to be your source of raw materials.”

“I’ll have you know that this stuff was procured by a third party!”

“That Sheikah bard you mean?”

“Yeeep!” Zelda started sorting through her belongings, mumbling stuff about legs and swords.

After a few minutes of concerning whistles, whirrs, and clangs, Astor finally looked behind him.

“Alright, this isn’t a workshop, what is it you’re doing? What exactly is this ‘idea’ you had in mind?”

Zelda held up what she was working on, a metal husk in an ovular egg shape. “I’m gonna make a time machine!”

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“I’m gonna access a universe where the Calamity is defeated! Then, we’ll ask the people there to help save us!”

Astor studied her up and down for a long moment, before giving another tired sigh and turning back to his papers. “That’s not gonna work.”

“Sure it will!”

“With that cannon scrap? Please. At the very least you should be using Sheikah technology.”

Zelda stopped fusing some metal plates together for a moment, looking up at him. “Well? What’s the difference? They seem sorta similar.”

“Difference? Tsk.” The seer kept sketching, a bit more roughly this time. “Well what you have there is some metal scrap, old armour plates, and forgotten canon ball pieces.All made by our generation, our ignorance. Sheikah technology is infinitely more advanced, with millions of years of advancement behind it. And out of the two, it would be the more probable one to have the capabilities to power such an impossible device.”

“Really what does it run on?” Zelda bounded up to Astor’s desk to see what he was working on. She didn’t need to stand on her toes to see, and he seemed to be less guarded about it around her in recent weeks. 

He was sketching some weird device, a circular orb, with jagged discs around it like gears. It sort of looked like an astrolabe, or a gyrosphere, but also…

“Is that a Giant Ancient Core?” Zelda asked. “This why you stan Sheikah technology?”

“Stan?”

“It’s a word that that old orator guy told me once. Before the whole jail thing.”

Astor turned his head and locked eyes with her for a moment, though he didn’t say anything immediately.

“What?”

He just shook his head. “Yes, it’s an Ancient Core. A special one.” He pointed to the further end of his desk near the wall. There sat the very device he was sketching, and Zelda’s eyes glittered in awe.

“Can I have it??? That’d be super cool for me to pow—”

“NO!” Astor suddenly rose from his desk, snatching the astrolabe into his arms. He started pacing around the room with it. “This isn’t for children to mess with! This is important. I have to keep it safe. I have to act quickly now if I want to prove it true. I have to—” He turned back around to Zelda, who had slowly been backing away from his sudden outburst. 

She worriedly looked him up and down for a moment, and the seer then took a shaky breath. He set the astrolabe down on a high shelf. “....Sorry. You can’t have it. It’s technically not mine.”

Zelda was quiet for a moment longer, before she dared to speak. “You’re both a lot nicer, and a lot meaner now, you know that? It’s really weird. Ever since...” She trailed off.

Astor felt his shoulders slump, before quickly shaking his head and scowling. “Well I’m not your friend. So I’m not partial to your opinions of me.” He turned back around, taking up his old sketch of the astrolabe. Zelda was able to catch a few handwritten notes about “mulice” and “soils,” although she wasn’t sure she could read his handwriting that clearly. 

“...Mr. Astor…?” Zelda asked.

“Mm. What.”

“I just wanna say that...I’m sorry I always bother you.” She looked down, fiddling with the loose threads on her sleeves. “I know that….you’re always working...because I’m not a good princess...you’re always working  on finding a way to stop the Calamity, like me.” She then clapped her hands together. “Soooo, that’s why we should work together now!”

Astor cleaned up the rest of his desk before giving another long sigh. “I’m not stopping the Calamity, Princess.”

“Whaaa? Then what are you doing?”

“I’m accepting it. I’m seeing what options there are within the destruction. And you should too.” Astor shoved some rolls of parchment into his pocket. 

“You should come with me, Zelda.”

She scratched her head. “Hm? Why’s that? You going somewhere?”

“I…” He paused for a moment. “I found an option, but it’s more than that, I…” He looked at the ceiling, clicking his tongue, before he settled on his words. “There’s a lot of things wrong, around us, that the Calamity can actually get rid of. So, I’m going to go help steer things in the direction I desire.”

Zelda pouted. “I like my plan a lot better. My plan has an egg! Plus, it doesn’t involve leaving the castle and my friends and family.”

“Mm, well, I suppose that’s our key difference then.” Astor paused, pushing his hair behind his ears. “It’s as simple as this, Zelda. You either adapt and grow smarter, changing for how the world is and always will be,” He locked eyes with her. “Or you keep trying to cling to your impossible dreams, and you die.”

Zelda didn’t even bother entertaining the dilemma. She simply flopped back to her metal trinkets. “Well, the world didn’t seem so permanent and unchangeable when it came to technology, did it?”

He opened and closed his mouth for a moment, before grimacing, and heading for the door, taking the astrolabe with him. “I don’t know why I bother, childhood naivety is too powerful these days.” He put a hand on the doorknob.

“So where aaare you going, Mr. Astor?”

The seer turned the knob, but didn’t pull. He turned once more to the young princess, a grim expression on his face. “I can’t say. But are you sure you don’t…?” He trailed off, before seeming to answer the question himself. “Nevermind, it’s impossible. I had just hoped I wouldn’t have to…” He glanced back at Zelda’s metal egg. He let out a huff.

“When you inevitably pursue your doomed plan, make sure you research into Sheikah Technology, understand?”

The princess suddenly skipped across the room, beaming. “Sure thing! But wait, I can come with you, actually, if it’s just a quick trip—”

“No. I hate children. I hate you. And I hate your parents. Haven’t you used your ears around these parts? I’m despicable and unpleasant, and you’re a true fool for even hanging out in this wretched place.” 

The princess bit her tongue, rocking back and forth on her heels. Finally, after just a second or two of thought, she cocked her head to the side. “I don’t think you’re that mean!”

Silence. The liar opens the door.

Astor gave her a final frown. “Well you’re wrong. Hopefully, I’ll make you see that someday.”

[mittensmorgul]

(re: trad authors vs fanfic authors and the “nine levels of removal") Yes. This. Story time! I went to a book event for a well known, critically acclaimed, best selling author once about 20 years ago. He'd never done a proper "book tour" before and as a fan I was excited. Myself and other fans from a Yahoo Group (RIP) met up at the event and gave Mr Popular Author a fan art book we'd put together. He later wrote that he’d had to go off to a corner of the bookstore to hide and cry for a few minutes because he'd always thought he was writing into a void. Then BOOM, there we were, a big group of us, right in front of him, loving his work and giving him feedback (and gifts!) He’d never so much as read a review of any of his books before. The sudden realization that actual humans had read (and liked!) his work was apparently very emotional for him. Fanfic authors don’t have the luxury of that distance. And I don’t envy them for it. The feedback they get is immediate and devastating. Trad authors often won’t even get told how many copies their book has sold for the first six months after publication. Fanfic authors see every single view and kudos and comment in real time.

Yep. This.

I mean, it’s shifted a bit in the last 20 years. A lot of traditionally published authors have websites, or twitter, or other social media. Before I ever came to fandom, I was trying to go the traditional publishing route, too. Heck, a decade later I’m still on author twitter (most of my twitter is authors/publishers/agents/editors because those are the people I befriended when I first started seriously writing). But there is a sense of removall still there between authors and readers. And twitter followers and interactions don’t always equate to readers.

I mean, look at any author’s twitter, and a lot of it is just... like anyone else’s twitter.

Authors can also go look at their reviews on Amazon or Goodreads or wherever else online, and see their book’s daily ranking in sales if they really want to, but trust me on this, everyone involved in the publication of their books has probably told them not to do this. It’s not helpful in any way, unless they’ve shot to the top of the bestseller lists. Learning their new release ranks 32502905 in their genre... isn’t worth bothering, you know? And there’s nothing to do by obsessing over it.

When your agent is sending you all the good reviews, all the positive feedback, and encouraging you to finish the draft of your next book or your next round of edits, you don’t HAVE to think about responding to every comment anyone makes on your work. You’re encouraged NOT to respond. Because those reviews are NOT FOR YOU. They’re for other readers, to help them decide whether or not to make a financial investment in your already published book.

Fanfic comments ARE NOT THAT. Fanfic comments are written directly TO the author. Sure, other readers might see them, and I’ve had conversations start in comments on my fic before so I know it happens. But when a reader writes a comment on a fic, it’s generally to thank the author for the story, for having entertained them for a while.

Not all fanfic authors reply to comments, but I think the vast majority of us TRY to at the very least. Thanking the reader for reading, expressing the happiness we feel that our work has brought someone else a bit of joy (or angst, or whatever feeling we’ve inspired with our words). Or else answering questions the commenter has asked, or otherwise expressing gratitude.

It’s a DIRECT CONVERSATION, the likes of which most people will never have with a traditionally published author. The absolute ridiculousness that anyone expects the works we publish on AO3, for free, can be compared in any way to a traditionally published novel is beyond belief. The conceit that works we write-- again, for free, in our spare time, out of love for doing it-- should be as polished and free of any sort of errors as works that have spent more than a year and often more than two years going through multiple rounds of editing, proofreading, line editing, typesetting, etc. where MANY PEOPLE have scoured it for errors and yet still a few slip by here and there... I mean, HOW can anyone hold writers working on our own, in our spare time, for zero pay, purely for our own enjoyment to the same level of exactitude that we hold commercial novels? It’s laughable.

And honestly, it reaches a point where we’d rather just post the thing and move on to the next thing. I have gone back and done minor edits to some of my older works. If I’m rereading and notice a typo, I’ll fix it, for example. I once switched a character and wrote it as a different character because I felt bad about how the original character was portrayed. But for the vast majority of them I have zero intent of going back and making major edits on anything I’ve written, because I have moved on. I’m writing something else now, and maybe that will be more polished for having written the previous things with the wonky sentence structure or the awkward choice of words.

Mostly I write because I want to tell the stories that are stuck in my head. I need to get them out or they wedge in there like a big old log jam. Enough words build up that if I don’t start lining them up and pushing them out, the pressure builds up and bursts out in really inconvenient and messy ways. I’m personally not writing fanfic as “practice.” Or because I hope to some day be “good enough” to publish original works for money. I came to fandom to write fanfic so I wouldn’t have to deal with the rest of the publishing industry lol. I don’t need encouragement or approval or advice on how to improve. I just need an outlet. And if other people enjoy anything I write, that’s just a bonus to me.

(I had a publishing contract in my hands, stared at it for three days and then cried as I tore it up... I didn’t want to put myself through the publishing mill... I was already burnt out just getting to that point, and couldn’t imagine it becoming my life for years to come. It wasn’t worth it to me, and then I found fandom and AO3 and fanfic, and got all the benefit from writing with none of the angst of commercial publishing. This is where I WANT to be, this is not a stepping stone or training ground for someday becoming a “real author.” Sure, it is for some folks, but for a lot of us, this is just what makes us happy.)

Can you imagine going to a craft show where everyone has spent their time making beautiful handmade things and walking directly up to each artist and critiquing their work? Going up to a knitter and complaining that you saw a nicer hat in Macy’s the other day and pointing out everything about her hat that you don’t like? Or going to a jewelry designer and saying you prefer gold to silver, and demanding to know why they chose to inlay green stones when clearly they should’ve used blue ones?

Same vibe on critiquing fanfic in the comments. Or at the author in general. It’s just rude.

[ahogedetective]

♘ : Cuddling in a blanket fort ( <3 <3 <3 )

{ Acts of Intimacy ! }

♘ : Cuddling in a blanket fort

Blanket forts were one of those kinds of things Shuichi secretly always wanted to do, but was too shy to ever suggest it. He always feared if it seemed too childish for his age... but with Kokichi, he knew he didn’t have to worry about being judged. He knows he can always tell him anything without any worries... so when he shyly suggested that they could make one as a fun idea to do tonight, and Kokichi agreed to the idea: he was naturally very happy, and began gathering the needed materials with him throughout his bedroom and the house. Shuichi first takes his mattress off the bedframe, so that they could start draping blankets and lots of pillows on top of it once the mattress was set on the floor and their ‘walls’ and ‘ceiling’ were set up. He even went to get some spare fairy lights that were kept in the spare room closet, so that they could be strung up inside the fort to make it look even prettier.

The end result of their hard work resulted in a very cozy and nice looking blanket fort, Shuichi beaming as he excitedly glanced at it. “Ohh, we did great...! It looks so nice... I can’t wait to relax inside it with you. Let’s climb inside...!”  And once they got nice and comfy inside, continuing their fun night with binging a couple of movies and shows, maybe even reading their favorite books together afterwards, too: it felt all the more nicer to do so in their comfy blanket fort. And of course, he was also looking very much forward to cuddling together with him inside it, too..

At one point, whatever was currently playing on the TV became background noise at this point. He began to feel himself growing sleepy, a soft yawn escaping him as he laid his head back down. “Koki... let’s cuddle, now...” He smiles softly, opening his arms to invite him in them. And once he was, Shuichi holds him close against him, sighing in complete content as he began cuddling him softly. “Mmm... so warm...” He hums, bringing one hand up to comb it through his Kokichi’s hair as he pressed soft kisses to his forehead. His boyfriend always felt so warm and snug in his arms.. and something about cuddling together in a warm and cozy blanket fort, under the faint glow of the fairy lights: made it feel even nicer than it already did. He felt so relaxed and happy, he wouldn’t be surprised if he fell asleep even quicker... but he didn’t want to just yet: he wanted to stay up for just a little longer and indulge in this nice feeling...

“Ahh this is the life... cuddling with you under a cozy blanket fort... it’s going to be so hard to want to leave it when we wake up in the morning. You’ll probably have to pry me off of you...” He giggles softly, gazing at him with a half-lidded, warm gaze as he snuggles him even more against him. “Just kidding... we don’t have anything we have to do tomorrow morning, right...? So I’ll be looking forward to cuddling with you some more with you in the morning. Continue having fun with you like I did tonight. Thank you again for indulging me, sweetheart. I truly had a blast building a blanket fort together with you! It was so fun... and made the other things we did all the more relaxing and better in our toasty little fort, hehehe. We should definitely make another one again someday... it’ll be great. Especially if we can end our night....and start our morning... cuddling together like this. I love you, Koki...” And presses a soft, loving kiss to his lips as he brings that hand to cup and gently caress his cheek, staring at him with even more love and warmth pouring from his eyes.