#it’s actually sick how they were so quick to dismiss it

[sendmyresignation]

one of the things about where are your boys tonight i really appreciated and, to me, seemed like the most significant thrust of the book (but never garnered much attention, imo), was the focus on the business side of things and particularly the way the many bands never saw long term success or stability or the way a lot of very young people were taken advantage of even after making their labels and handlers metric butt-tones of money and this really culminated with the discussion about paramores record deal and the inherently coercive nature of making a 14 year old sign a record deal (not even really mentioning that record deal was 20 fucking years lmao) and yet i still see people argue she was an industry plant or whatever. sorry ig one of my fatal flaws is i give child stars the benefit of the doubt considering the fundamental exploitation necessary for that position to exist or whatever

[deakyjoe]

I Got Chills, They’re Multiplying

Pairing: Robert “Bob” Floyd x Reader (fem, she/her)

Category: sick fic, fluff

Summary: Despite being stubbornly independent, Bob won’t let you push him away in your time of need.

Warnings: sickness, sexual references and innuendos, implication of Bob having a “lieutenant” kink, just fluff mostly, reader is used to pushing people away, they’re like hella in love but won’t say it

Word count: 2.4k

A/N: Wrote this exhausted because I haven’t been able to sleep these past few days due to being sick. Enjoy!

Consider buying me a coffee :)

You stared at the last text message Bob had sent you.

Okay, get well soon!

It was unclear whether the constant pounding in your head was what was making you feel sick or if it was how quickly the text conversation had ended with your boyfriend. Well, kind-of boyfriend. You'd been on a lot of dates over the last few months but hadn't actually made it official yet.

It's not like you expected anything from him, you were used to men being pretty dismissive, and his message was actually very friendly, especially with the exclamation point at the end, but you couldn't help but feel a pang of something at him just ending the conversation like that.

To be fair to him, you had told him that you were fine, just had a cold or a minor case of the flu. It was a little worse than that but you weren't used to telling people your problems, used to keeping them bottled up inside. So you guess you couldn't really blame him for taking your word for granted and assuming that, as you'd said, you were fine. And maybe he was busy.

You sighed and tossed your phone aside, burying your face in one of the many blankets you'd dragged to your couch in an attempt to feel slightly warmer. You were being ridiculous, this is exactly what you wanted. And what you expected. At least you had peace and quiet for the day whilst you recovered.

Drifting off into a dreamless sleep came naturally with the state your body was in and you were thankful for it, hoping that the headache that had been plaguing you since you first woke up that morning would be gone by the time you woke up again.

It wasn't.

In fact, it only got worse when the rhythmic throbbing in your skull matched the timing of the person knocking on your front door. You groaned quietly to yourself and dragged yourself up off the couch, wrapping a blanket tight around your shoulders and padding to the door with only one sock on. You figured the other one must have fallen off during your nap.

You didn't even bother looking through the peephole to see who was bothering you, hoping to just snap at them to go away once you'd managed to unlock the door.

That plan was foiled when you were greeted by your favourite pair of baby blue eyes behind wire framed glasses. You immediately softened at the sight of your kind-of boyfriend.

"Oh, hi." You croaked, immediately feeling sheepish that you were about to shout at him without even thinking about the consequences.

Bob frowned at you, giving you a quick once over. "You're sick."

"Yes, I told you that." You chuckled, coughing into your elbow as soon as the words had left your mouth.

"Sicker than you let on." He clarified.

You shrugged, not knowing what to say. He was right. But that's just who you were. Keep everything to yourself, was your motto.

So you just asked him a question instead. "Why are you here? I said I was fine."

Bob smiled at that. "I think your exact words were 'yeah, I'm good' which I knew was a lie."

"Oh." That surprised you.

He went further. "You only say you're good when something's wrong."

God, were you that easy to read?

"So, I thought I'd come check on you." He stiffened suddenly. "I hope that's okay."

You didn't think it possible but somehow you softened more under his worried gaze. "Yes, that's very okay. Do you want to come in?"

You opened the door wider for him, stepping aside and grinning when he hurried in and kicked off his shoes. It was then that you noticed what he was wearing. Blue jeans and a plain white t-shirt. He looked good. Very good. If you didn't feel like you were dying then you'd definitely be jumping his bones right about now. You still kind of wanted to. You pushed the thought aside.

"Didn't realise how hot it is outside. I'm freezing." You mumbled, shuffling back towards your couch. "Do you want a drink?"

"No, thanks. But if I did then I'd make it myself. I'm here to look after you." He placed a hand on the small of your back to guide you in the direction of the blanket pile you'd previously made, smirking at the sight of it.

You shifted away from him. "You don't have to touch me. I'm sick and disgusting right now."

He huffed. "You're beautiful and lovely like always."

"Liar." You grumbled, pushing back into his hand nevertheless.

"No, just smitten and honest." He confessed, sitting you down on the couch and wrapping you in the millions of blankets. "Have you eaten today?"

You shook your head no. You didn't feel up to cooking.

"Want me to make you something?" He stood in front of you with his hands on his hips.

"No." You sighed. "It's okay."

"Yeah, I'm making you something."

You huffed. "You really don't have to-"

"I want to." He cut you off. “I don’t want you to think you can’t ask me for things. You know I care about you, right?”

You nodded slowly. “I know, I’m just used to doing stuff for myself.”

Bob smiled gently. “I know that. But now you don’t have to. I’m here for you. To help. Or whatever you need.”

You were about to respond with a fond thank you when you were interrupted by his cellphone chiming in his pocket.

“Sorry.” He grunted, pulling the device from the front of his jeans.

“It’s okay.” You coughed, curious as to why he was suddenly frowning. “Who is it?”

"Had plans with the team tonight. Was supposed to meet them for drinks." He mumbled, typing away on his phone.

"Oh, god." You rubbed your hand across your face. "Please go. You don't have to stay here. Don't let them down."

Bob suddenly looked up from his screen and gave you an amused smile. "I'm sure they'll understand that I'm looking after my sick girlfriend."

He said it so casually, as if he’d been doing it regularly. Your heart rate picked up at that. Girlfriend. His girlfriend. Bob Floyd's girlfriend. You could've squealed with glee. You stayed silent and settled for a pleased grin.

He sighed to himself once he’d replied to his team and placed his cell down on your coffee table. “Where were we? Oh! Right. Me cooking for you.”

“Like I said, you don’t need to do that.” You pulled your feet up onto the couch after a particularly violent shiver ran through you. “I’m perfectly fine.”

Bob reached out and pressed the back of his hand onto your forehead. “You have a fever. And you’re still shaking like we’re in Antarctica.”

“It’s just my immune system fighting back.” You hummed, leaning into his touch as he moved his hand down to cup your cheek.

“Exactly. And I’m sure some warm soup will just help your immune system out.” He crouched down in front of you, taking the other side of your face in his other hand. “Please let me take care of you.”

The words were so softly spoken, so tender, that you almost started crying. No one had ever sounded so sincere before, especially when it came to your well-being. If you weren’t so scared of infecting him, you would’ve leaned forward to kiss him.

So you could only reply quietly, with the smallest of nods. “Okay.”

His face burst into a dazzling smile, the kind that made you never want to stop looking at him. “Okay. You rest some more and I’ll go make that for you.”

You smiled weakly back at him, suddenly remembering something. “I don’t think I have any soup.”

Bob didn’t falter. “That’s alright. I’ll figure something out.”

You thought that maybe you were a little bit in love with him.

“Help yourself to anything.” It didn’t need to be said, he knew your kitchen pretty well at this point and you always made it clear that he was free to eat or use anything in it when he was over at your place.

He nodded, pressed a kiss to your forehead and stood up. “Try to sleep a little. This might take a while.”

You snorted, regretting it immediately as it made your throat feel all scratchy. “Yes, Lieutenant.”

Bob paused for a second, halfway to taking a step towards the kitchen, and looked back at you. “Lieutenant?”

You nodded, mouth twitching at the corners.

He seemed to think on it for a second. “Hm, we’ll come back to that.”

You giggled quietly into your blanket and settled back onto the couch, closing your eyes and thinking of Bob Floyd. Your boyfriend. Your extremely caring boyfriend. Who was in your kitchen making you soup! When did you suddenly get so lucky? The musings drifted away with you as you slipped into unconsciousness.

Some time passed before you were awoken again by Bob stroking the side of your face and softly uttering your name.

You rubbed your eyes as you sat up, slightly confused as your head cleared. “What’s going on?”

“Soup.” He replied simply, picking up your legs and sitting down before placing them across his lap. He leaned forward to grab the bowl and spoon on your coffee table and then turned to face you.

“You gonna feed me?” You teased.

Bob smiled. “I would if you wanted me to but I’m sure you’d rather I throw this soup in your face than do that.”

He was right.

“Hm, when did you get to know me so well?” You asked, half joking as you took the bowl and spoon from him. The soup was a rich green colour. What he’d found to put in it, you had no idea. “Always thought I was closed off.”

“You are.” He shrugged. “But I pay attention.”

Your eyes shot up to meet his again. He was just looking at you with a slight smile, hands smoothing up and down the lengths of your clothed legs.

You were definitely a little bit in love with him.

You defaulted to a joke. "Remind me when I'm feeling better that you're gonna get it sooo good."

Bob snorted. "I think the fever is making you delirious."

"I'm just frustrated because you, somehow, look hotter than usual and I'm too sick to do anything about it." You gestured vaguely to his outfit, using the spoon to point.

“I’m wearing jeans and a t-shirt.”

“Hot.” You insisted.

"Okay, I'll remind you." He rolled his eyes. “Now eat your soup.”

“Yes, Lieutenant.” You mumbled, dipping the spoon into the thick liquid.

He huffed out a laugh.

You weren’t surprised in the least that the soup was delicious. You were starting to believe that Bob might actually be the perfect man, some sort of miracle sent to Earth to apologise for all the wrongdoing in the world. How he’d managed to concoct a good soup out of the limited ingredients in your kitchen was beyond you. And yet, he’d done it.

“What the hell did you put in this?” You asked, frowning at him mock suspiciously. If you didn’t know him better you’d think he’d ordered it to your place while you were asleep. But Bob Floyd wasn’t that kind of guy.

“Some stuff I found laying around.” He shrugged modestly. “Didn’t follow a recipe or anything.”

You scoffed. “You’re something else.”

He just shrugged again, a pleased smile playing on the corners of his lips, and watched you practically inhale the rest of the dish. He was very glad you’d eaten it.

“How you feeling now?”

“Better.” You admitted. “But I don’t know if it’s because of the soup or because you’re here.”

Bob’s heart thudded against his rib cage at that confession. “Just happy to help.”

You hummed and stared at him fondly.

He had trouble getting his next question out, distracted by the way you were looking at him. “Do- do you- do you want to go back to sleep?”

You hesitated before answering him, mulling an idea over in your mind. “There is something I want.”

“Oh, yeah? What is it?” He was willing to do anything for you.

“Don’t want you to get sick.” You sighed.

He smiled. “I think we left that concern behind when I first got here.”

Your eyes widened. “No! Don’t make me feel guilty.”

“I’m not trying to.” Bob assured you. “But I doubt whatever you want is going to have a higher risk of getting me sick than me just sitting here next to you.”

You grumbled something underneath your breath to yourself.

“It’s okay. I don’t mind getting sick off of you.”

Maybe you were a lot in love with him.

So you let it burst out of you. “Wanna cuddle.”

Bob didn’t even respond to you, just scooped you up into his arms and maneuvered the two of you into the position he knew you liked - him on his back with you half on top of him and half next to him, one leg and one arm slung around him, your face buried his chest and head tucked under his chin, one of his hands moving to stroke up and down your arm, trace patterns across your back and comb through your hair.

He knew you so well.

You nuzzled your face against his t-shirt. “Thank you.”

He inhaled deeply. “You don’t need to thank me.”

“I want to. You didn’t have to do all of this.”

“Making you soup is nothing. It’s not like I’m giving you a kidney.” He paused. “Although I’d probably do that too.”

You chuckled against his chest. “What I mean is, most guys would’ve accepted my ‘I’m good’ text and carried on with their day. You didn’t.”

“Because I knew you were lying.” He reminded you.

“That’s my point. No one has ever known I was lying before.” You tilted your head up to look at him. “I’m glad you knew.”

“Me too.”

Bob wanted to kiss you but knew you’d kill him if he tried. So he settled for the smile he gave you that always made you look away nervously. Which you did, as predicted, and then swiftly fell asleep against him. He wondered how’d he’d gotten so lucky. Sure, he was caring for a sick person but it was the happiest he’d been in a long time. Which should sound ridiculous but to him it made more sense than anything.

He was knocked out of his thoughts when you whined lowly in your sleep and held onto him tighter. He smiled down at you and held you closer to his chest.

Bob knew then that he was a lot in love with you.

A/N: And we’re back!

[synvil]

types of bad days // spencer reid

a/n : so I’ve been sick, and not feeling great.. just thinking about how understanding and wholesome our dorky genius would be.. ♡(。-ω-)

this is literally many different real-life scenarios I’ve had and how I imagine Spencer comforting you. or at least how my bf comforted me.

synopsis : you’ve been having a string of stressful days.. let’s see how spencer takes care of you.

warnings : stress, depression, vulgar usage of words, yelling, crying, sadness / angst, mentions of vomiting, insecurities, self-hate, self-depreciation, sickness, sick feeling, mentions of self-harm, mentions of emergency room n hospitals, etc.

little ooc! Spencer and reader is NON-BAU. kinda long!

HEARING you cough into the screen as you’re doing a meeting, Spencer frowns as you weakly murmur an apology and mute yourself in the call, your throat letting out rougher and drier coughs.

The man is quick on his feet and places a glass of water on the desk for you, much to your gratitude.

“I-I’m really sorry, one second-“

Almost immediately after, you had muted and shut off your camera, already hearing your supervisor dismiss you. “That’s alright. Take your time, or perhaps we can move on to another presenter.”

You can feel the embarrassment rise in your self-consciousness, continuing to cough as you try to unmute again. “No- it’s-“

Unable the finish the sentence, your throat unwillingly forced another cough out of you. “I’m sorry..-“

“It’s alright. We’ll come back to you another time. Miss Mera?”

Slumping your shoulders in defeat and major embarrassment, you keep the camera off for a majority of the time and let out a heavy sigh, a few tiny coughs escaping you as you do. Hiding your face in your hands, you shut your eyes tightly and try to control your breathing, hoping it would alleviate some of the coughing but it only pained you more.

Coughs drops were useless, your body practically immune to the flavorful cough candy, and many medicines didn’t quite help fully either.

“How.. embarrassing..”

Although you shouldn’t be ashamed to be sick, as many people go through this themselves, you couldn’t help but pity yourself.

Spencer watches your miserable expression and frowns gently, handing you a glass of water, along with some smaller pills.

“Hey, darling.. I saw what happened.. I’m sorry.” The tall genius crouches down beside your desk and whispers ever so softly, gently reaching for your hands that held your face. “How are you feeling?..”

“Embarrassed.” You laugh bitterly, turning away from his eyes as you turn to the water and grab the glass, bringing it to your lips.

Spencer’s eyes sadden at your words as he slides the pills closer to you. “Try these. I’ve been doing some research and hopefully these ones will be better. They’re newer in the medicine world but there’s already been some records of it’s improvement in reducing cough and itching of the throat and they actually include-“

“I’ll give it a try, honey..” you mutter, part of you feeling bad for interrupting but unable to apologize, being to distracted with your cough that’s coming out once again.

Sending an understanding smile, Spencer helps you open the pills and quickly goes to refill your water.

He sets the glass down, just as you pop the pills in your mouth. “I made sure to get the honey-lemon flavor for you, darling. That should also help you.” Spencer cups your cheek after you finish your glass of water and you look at him with a solemn but appreciative look. “..thank you..”

“Of course. I’m here for you.”

Spencer leans forward to press a kiss to your forehead before pulling away. “Alright. I’ll leave you to your meeting and I’ll get some warm tea for you. Just text or call for me if you need me, okay?”

“I will.. thank you.”

For the third day in a row, you sink yourself over the toilet and retch, feeling your eyes stinging and your throat burning with the acid inside of you.

Tears stream down your cheeks as you clutch your stomach, the immense pain filling every part of your body.

Just as you feel another force of explosive pressure waiting to be vomited, you hear the sound of a door and a familiar voice call out for you. “Honey? I’m home. You here?”

The salivating of your mouth sends you a signal as you gag and hurl into the toilet once again, a weak sob mixing in the noise.

At the sound, Spencer furrows his brows as he makes his way down the hall of your apartment and into the bathroom, seeing it ajar. You were home alone so you didn’t bother to close it. “Baby?”

Knocking gently, Spencer cautiously opens the door, before his eyes widen at your figure. “[Name]!”

You cry out in shame as you pant heavily, the smell enough to make you want to vomit once more but you swallow hard. “S-Spence—“

“Hold on one second, please-“ Spencer runs out into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water before making it back to your side in seconds, kneeling down and handing you the water. He pulls back your hair and immediately rubs your back soothingly. “Sweetie..”

You can’t help the choked sobs escaping you as you cry loudly, using your hands to wipe your eyes uselessly. “S-Spencer.. it hurts-“

Tears brim his eyes as he pulls you close, not caring for the smell. He’s smelled worse so it didn’t bother him. “I’m so sorry.. I’m sorry..”

He held you tightly, petting your hair and comforting you, guiding the bottle of water to your lips. “Drink some, baby.. it’ll help..” his whispers fill your ears through your cries as you weakly take a sip of the water, breathing heavily and wiping your lips.

“I-I’m sorry..”

“No,” he quickly interjects, cupping your cheeks ever so softly. “You don’t need to apologize at all, my love.. this isn’t your fault.. you can’t control this.. and I’m so sorry I haven’t been here to help but I will be; right now.” You look up at him with a sad smile and go up to hold his hand gently. “You promise..?” Your voice so hoarse, it barely was above a whisper.

He sends a small smile in return, nodding genuinely as he presses a kiss to your forehead. Spencer slowly pulls away and stands you up gently. “Come on, honey.”

“Get into bed, okay? I’ll make some nice honey tea for you, get some more water and I actually picked up some medicine for you before I got home.”

“Really?..”

“Of course baby. And I know you don’t like the grape flavored, so i grabbed strawberry. Sound good?”

You manage a weak smile as Spencer helps you under the covers and tucks you in. “Perfect..”

IT was the time of the month, where you and Spencer dedicate a day of the month to just yourselves, whether it’s at home together and away from work, or preparing a whole day of date ideas for you two, you both thought this was a great idea to just relieve from work and strengthen your relationship.

Unfortunately, as excited as you were that this was one of the days that you’d be going out, you wished you could stay indoors, in the comfort of your bed.

Your date was in an hour and you still couldn’t find anything at least decent enough to wear, eyes watering every time you held another piece of clothing to your body in front of your mirror.

“Pretty.. but it shows my arms..”

Tossing that blouse aside, you grab a pair of jeans to your legs but frown. “Too tight.. it’ll show the size of my thighs..”

You found a beautiful sundress and held it to your body and try to smile in the reflection. “Maybe this..?”

Not wanting to give up hope, you strip down to replace your former outfit with the dress and secured it nicely on your form.

But when you turn around, you almost feel yourself ready to burst into tears. The dress was beautiful.. but you just couldn’t feel beautiful in it.

You drop to your knees and sigh heavily, wiping your tears away as you look at yourself. No matter what, you just felt ugly inside and out.

“Darling?”

The familiar voice of Spencer’s rings out as he enters your shared home, a smile lacing his lips as he clutches a bouquet in his arms. “Honey, are you almost ready?— Hun?—“

Spencer pushes the door to your bedroom open and widens his eyes to see you kneeling, clutching the fabric of your sundress as tears stream down your cheeks. You couldn’t even look up at him, forcing your eyes downward as you silently wept.

“My love, what’s wrong, what’s going on?” He voices his concerns as he kneels in front of you, wrapping his arms around your form immediately.

“I-i’m so ugly-“ You choke back a sob as you force your eyes to look at the sundress again before tossing it aside and running a hand through your hair. “I can’t even look in the mirror without feeling disgusted..”

“Angel..” Spencer trails off as his hands run up and down your back in a comforting manner. “My love, i don’t think that at all.. you’re beautiful inside and out.. i think you look stunning in anything.” He says sweetly, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“I love every inch of you, exactly as you are, because to me, you are gorgeous, beautiful, a magnificent piece of art.” You can’t help but manage a small chuckle at Spencer’s words as you sniffle and wipe your tears with your palms. “I don’t know..”

Spencer just smiles when he notices your tiny curve of your lips and gently helps you up. “Here, why don’t we stay in tonight and we can watch your favorite show? I’ll order your favorite food and we can relax for tonight and i’ll remind you all the things i love about you; and it’s endless.” Spencer grins and you manage a bigger smile and hold his hand tightly.

“Okay..”

YOU weren’t sure how long you could take it anymore. Everyday it was always something new, yet something so small, almost insignificant. But enough to make you want to go into insanity.

Each minute that you try to collect yourself, taking deep breaths to relax, you could feel your head spinning and your migraines getting worse.

The voices in your head wouldn’t stop; screaming at you from inside.

Judging.

Insulting.

Mocking.

No matter how hard you clutch your hair, nearly ripping it out, the pain didn’t stop.

No matter how much it hurt to keep screaming, how dry your throat became and how swollen your eyes looked from crying, it never stopped.

Not even when the thoughts became violent.. the need to just do something, anything, just to make it stop for a second.

“I’m here.”

You gasp. As if time had stopped, you whirl your head up and make eye contact with Spencer, who himself has watery eyes.

However, all you felt was the warmth of his hold around you, embracing you in the tightest hug possible, afraid to let you go. what would happen if he did.

“Spence— I—“

“Don’t.. you don’t have to explain, [Name].” His voice is only just above a whisper, one hand on the back of your head and the other around your waist. “I’m here now.”

Your arms are between you two, pressed against his chest and his words and soft touch is enough to bring the tears falling again, as you shut your eyes tightly.

“Let it out.. i’m here.. if you want to explain.. i’ll listen.. if not, then just know..” His grip tightens on you as you cry. “I will always be here for you. always.”

“I love you, [Name].”

a/n : i definitely had a lot more in mind when i started but i might make a multiple parter just because it’s been a while and im still going through some stuff :’)

synvil™️ do not copy my work!

unedited. i literally went to drafts and just finished this last part and posted.

[discordantwritings]

Creative Cures (Mihawk x Reader)

Warnings: NSFW 18+ MDNI, gn afab! Reader, sex pollen trope (but it’s a devil fruit power), the inherent dubcon of sex pollen but the con is as con as it can get under the circumstances, intercrural sex, PiV sex, creampie, mild cumplay, semi public sex

WC: 3.3k

Summary: As a relatively high ranking Marine doctor you were in charge of Dracule Mihawk’s post mission check ups. Normally you don’t have to do anything- until he shows up sick.

The only solution both you and him can agree on is a little… unconventional

Notes: I (lovingly) blame @fanaticsnail for this. All of her lovely sex pollen fics pushed me over the edge to write this one so go check hers out. Go.

Tagging: @keiva1000

Most Marines didn’t like it when Mihawk had to come check in and give his after mission report in person. But you barely considered yourself a Marine anyways, always thinking of yourself as a doctor first before anything. A doctor who just so happened to be in charge of doing all of Mihawk’s post mission check ups.

Of course it took him a while to actually agree to do any sort of post mission work, but despite his generally sour attitude inside the Marines base he was never mean to you. Dismissive? Sure. Non-compliant with any medical advice you’d give? Yes. But that’s what you dealt with on a day to day basis. He was one of the few people you could have intelligent conversation with- he would listen to you and you would cherish the snippets of traveling stories you would get out of him.

Your check ups were never more than a handful of minutes, you had never seen him get more than a scratch, but he always let you run down your required checklist. Despite this you always cleared out half your day, just in case. So today, a day he was set to check in at your base, you sat patiently in your office until he was done talking with your superiors.

And waited.

And waited some more.

Until, finally, there was a frantic knock on your door before a frazzled looking cadet burst in. You immediately stand up and get serious- mass injuries were unfortunately commonplace for you to deal with and he had the scared look of someone who just saw a ship roll in half destroyed.

“Doctor-“

“How bad.”

“It’s Mihawk.”

That caught you entirely off guard and your stomach drops. “How bad?”

“We don’t know. He was giving his report and then he looked flushed and that’s when he ran out. Apparently he’s locked himself in some spare office and won’t come out.” He explains and you slowly get more and more concerned.

You quickly grab your bag and sling in over your shoulder, practically pushing the cadet out the door with you as you order him to show you where Mihawk is. It’s a quick jog down hallways and stairs but eventually you get to a door with two cadets on either side. One of your captains is leaning on the wall across from the door looking exasperated.

“The only thing he’s telling us is to leave him alone.” The captain explains, gesturing to the door.

You sigh and walk up to the door, rapping on it with your knuckles. “Mihawk, you’ve got everyone worried out here.”

A few seconds pass before you hear Mihawk’s voice, muffled from behind the steel door. “Doctor?”

“Everyone said you looked sick.” You explain.

There’s a long pause and you’re about to speak again before you hear his voice. “You all need to get out of here.”

You see the captain throw up his hands in your peripheral and you fight the urge to roll your eyes. Turning your attention back to your fellow Marines you gesture down the hallway.

“Give me a few minutes alone with him.” You don’t need to tell them twice, and they eagerly take the relief.

You wait a few beats for them to clear out and then turn your attention back to the door. “Alright, it’s just us.”

“I thought I made it clear that all of you needed to leave me alone.” You can tell he’s close to the door, which you take as somewhat of a good sign.

“Look, if it’s something contagious I just need to know. If it’s something embarrassing I’m a doctor and I take confidentiality incredibly seriously.” There’s silence and you lean on the door. “Just let me help you.”

You hear him moving behind the door and then the heavy sound of the lock turning. You give him a few seconds before you enter, closing the door after yourself immediately.

All the lights are off, only the small amount of light through the high circular windows illuminating the space. It takes you a second to locate Mihawk but eventually you find him, shoulders hunched as he leans on an abandoned desk. It’s jarring to see his normally perfect posture gone and even in the low light you can see the intense flush over his face and exposed chest. You don’t need a thermometer to see that his temperature is dangerously high.

“What happened?” You don’t approach him, hoping the space gives him some comfort.

“It was-“ He breaks off as he pinches the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath before continuing. “Some Devil Fruit user. Don’t know what the power was but I inhaled some smoke and then-“

He trails off and you know you’re probably in a bit over your head. Devil Fruit powers could be quite literally anything. You shove all that down though and hope your nervousness doesn’t show. “What are your symptoms?”

Mihawk shakes his head. “This was a mistake I shouldn’t have let you in you need to-“

“Mihawk I need you to tell me.” You’re unsure where this confidence is coming from, there’s not a world in which you would ever be in a position to tell a warlord what to do. But to your surprise, it works.

“I’ll kill you if you tell anyone.” He practically growls.

“You have my word.”

“Fine.” You see him shift and it looks like he’s uncomfortable in his own skin. “I have a fever, I am experiencing some mental fog, and my senses seem to be heightened.”

It’s your years as a doctor that let you immediately know he’s holding something back. “And?”

His gaze darts up and he glares at you making your blood run ice cold. If looks could kill you would be a pile of viscera on the floor. Despite this, he does give you and answer.

“I am in an… unnatural state of arousal.”

Oh.

That would certainly explain a few things.

You let your doctor brain take over as you set your bag on the ground, opening it and looking through what you have. Medication wouldn’t help since the cause was a Devil Fruit power but…

“Okay. I have a few ideas.” You reach into your bag and pull out an ice pack, throwing it over to Mihawk who easily catches it and presses it to his forehead. “The first is what you are doing, which is isolate until the effect stops. I’m not sure this is the best idea since you seem to be incredibly uncomfortable.”

“What else.”

“I could sedate you and hopefully have it flushed out of your system by the time you wake up.” You offer, showing him the vial of clear liquid.

“Absolutely not. I refuse to be further incapacitated around you Marines.” He spits out the last word and you would be offended if you actually considered yourself a Marine.

“Alright. Those are my… sensible ideas.”

“Which implies there are insensible ones. Spit it out.”

You can’t blame him for being short but it didn’t make your next concepts any easier to say. “I could find you someone to… ride it out with.”

That idea hangs in the air and you watch Mihawk screw his eyes shut, clearly struggling. “I don’t- it’s insufferable enough to be vulnerable on a Marine base but you want to bring in some stranger-“

“You’re right, I’m sorry.”

A thought pops into your head as you scramble for more ideas as Mihawk’s composure slowly keeps slipping. It’s a stupid thought, one a doctor like you shouldn’t have even had. But in the moment, pressed for ideas, it tumbles out of your mouth before you can even think properly about it.

“I would help you.”

You realize what you’ve said a moment too late and wish that somehow the floor would swallow you whole. It’s not like you don’t want to- it’s clear that your stupid monkey brain has always held on an attraction to the incredibly handsome warlord- but offering yourself up like this?

Beyond wildly inappropriate.

“Don’t say things like that.” Mihawk says as he backs up a few steps and shame hits you like a brick wall.

“I’m so sorry- it was- you shouldn’t be with anyone when you’re compromised like this I’ll just-“ You fumble over your words and quickly turn to unlock the door and get out of there.

Before your hand can even reach the handle an arm comes out from behind you and slams on the door. Suddenly you feel the intense heat of Mihawk’s body behind you, heavy breath fanning over the back of your neck. He doesn’t press into your body but instead hovers and your mind can’t quite keep up with the sudden change in events.

“Don’t say things like that if you don’t mean it.” His voice is low and dripping with lust.

Your gaze is locked forward as you try to control your breathing. “I meant it.”

“Last chance.”

The professional part of your brain gets smashed to smithereens as he presses his body against yours. “If you’re sure you want this then-“

The air is knocked out of your lungs as he steps forward, pushing you harshly into the door. One hand knots in your hair while the other snakes around your waist and pulls you in impossibly closer. The grip on your hair forces your head to the side, giving Mihawk the space to attack your neck, teeth digging into your skin immediately. As he does so he grinds his hips up and you can feel just how painfully hard he is against your ass.

The hand on your waist pulls at your uniform pants and you quickly get the idea, using your free hands to shove them down. You’re only able to get them just over your ass with how your legs are pressed apart by Mihawk’s but that seems to be enough for him. His hands leave you for a second and you hear the clatter of his belt before both hands tightly grip your hips.

You feel his cock slide between your folds, not entering you but instead sliding between your lips. His shaft is almost scorching hot as it slides against your clit, slick dripping from you and easing his shallow and fast thrusts.

“I just- fuck I just have to take the edge of your so-“ The grip on your hips is bruising as he holds you still to use you.

“It’s alright just-“ You can practically feel every vein against your sensitive clit and you bring one of your hands up and back to dig into his hair.

The scratch of your nails in his scalp is all Mihawk needs to tip over the edge, grunting as he spills onto the door and your thighs. You feel his heavy breath on your neck as he collects himself but the hardness against you doesn’t fade. You hear frustration in a low growl against your back but despite this he places kisses over the deep bite marks he created on your neck.

Slowly Mihawk pries his body away from yours and you take the opportunity to quickly toe off your shoes and slip your pants all the way off. When you turn around you see Mihawk watching you from a large chair, slowly pumping his cock, soaking from you slick.

“Get the rest of that god awful uniform off doctor.” You quickly discard your jacket and pull your shirt over your head, earning an appreciative hum from Mihawk. “What a pity you have to hide all that.”

You flush under his compliment and piercing gold gaze. With his free hand he beckons you over and you obey without hesitation. The second you’re close enough he pulls you into his lap, your thighs pushed apart by his spread ones. Your hands grab his shoulders to stabilize yourself as his hands find your hips once more.

“Normally I would work you open darling but-“ He nuzzles into your neck, breathing in your scent. “You can take it, can’t you?”

He doesn’t wait for a reply before one incredibly strong hand pushes you down while the other lines himself up with your entrance. You don’t fight him as his tip presses into you, stretching you out. You curse as he pushes into you a bit faster than you can adjust, but probably significantly slower than he wants to fuck into you. The sting feels good mixed with the way Mihawk curses and praises you under his breath, words barely understandable as his fingers bruise your waist.

“Just like that- so fucking tight-“ He mouths at your collarbone as you sink down and your head falls back as he splits you open.

Soon enough your hips meet his and you moan and dig your nails into Mihawk’s shoulders. He can’t help but shallowly thrust up into you, hot breath fanning over your skin as his instincts seem to overwhelm him. Once you feel ready you work to move your hips in time with his, pulling yourself up and down further on his length.

“That’s it- you’ve been waiting for an excuse to fuck yourself on my cock huh? Proper little doctor- I’ve seen how you- fuck- how you look at me.” You flush with embarrassment and look down to see his golden eyes blown out by darkness.

Maybe you should have some shame, knowing you were seen through so easily, but when he looks up at you like that you can’t think of anything else. You quickly press your lips to his and he seems caught off guard for a second- only to quickly overtake the kiss. One strong hand grips the back of your neck and holds you in place as his tongue slips between your lips. You stay like this until your lungs scream at you and you push yourself back and gasp for air.

You’re about to lean in for another kiss when you notice Mihawk’s gaze quickly dart to the door. You’re confused for a second but soon a loud knocking bounces off the steel door.

“Doctor- status report?” One of the cadets yells through the door and you swear under your breath.

You stop your movements, hoping to catch your breath and sound somewhat put together but Mihawk has other ideas. The second you falter he grabs your hips and starts moving you up and down effortlessly and when you glare at him he only grins up at you.

Seems he still has the mental capacity to be an ass.

“We are-“ You bite down hard on the inside of your cheek to stop a moan after a skillfully directed thrust. “We are quarantining until some of my tests are- are done processing.”

There’s a pause before the cadet responds. “Okay… are you alright? You’re not sick are you?”

When one of Mihawk’s hands leave your hips you know something is up and you’re able to bite down on your hand in time to stifle the moan that leaves your body when his skilled fingers find your clit. You’re so close to an orgasm but you fight it back just long enough to get this stupid cadet out of here.

“Quarantine this hallway until my further say- that’s an order!” You yell out and you hope and pray the cadet doesn’t hear the pleasure in your voice.

“Y-Yes!” The voice shouts back and you hope he’s running down the hall because you can’t take this anymore.

“What would your fellow Marines think?” Mihawk’s voice, cruel and playful, rings in your ears. “They’re precious doctor getting fucked stupid by a pirate- fuck you like that don’t you?”

You can only nod, overwhelmed by hick cock and fingers skillfully taking you apart.

“You’re squeezing me so tight- just- need you to cum all over my cock- you can do that can’t you? Cum for me-“ There’s a hint of desperation in his voice and his command breaks any last tethers you were using to hold off your orgasm snap.

Mihawk swears loudly as your walls convulse around him and it’s only seconds later he’s holding your hips down hard against his and spilling inside you. You lay your forehead on Mihawk’s shoulder as you ride out the waves of your orgasm. Even after you catch your breath he’s still hard inside you and you know you’re not done yet.

“I just want to see- hold on.” Is the only warning you get before Mihawk is standing up.

Your legs instinctively wrap around his hips but his strong hands on your ass are more than enough to keep you up. He moves a few feet to the desk, setting you down on it and tapping your thigh once you’re settled. You get the idea and unlatch your legs, letting him slip out and away from you.

“Let me see.” Mihawk says as he pushes your knees apart, eyes transfixed between them. “Fuck.”

He watches as his cum leaks out of you, his fingers quickly scooping it up and shoving it back inside of you. In any other headspace you might think that was disgusting but the way he watches you and is claiming you makes it incredibly arousing. Once he’s satisfied he brings his fingers up to your mouth and you automatically take them between your lips, tasting the mix of your fluids.

“I’m- fuck- you’re perfect.” He seems reluctant to take his fingers from your mouth but the second both his hands are free he’s easily flipping you around and pushing your chest into the desk.

There’s no warning before he’s plunging into you again, your hips roughly meeting the edge of the wooden desk. You don’t really feel the pain amongst the pleasure, oversensitive from your previous orgasm. You feel open mouth kisses pepper your spine as he thrusts into you from behind. While one of his hands stays on your hips- your skin practically indented in the shape of his fingers there now- one reaches down to your thigh, giving it a squeeze before he pushes your leg upwards. The new angle is heavenly as you just let yourself be used- sliding forwards and backwards on the desk with each powerful thrust.

“Need you to- fuck darling I just need you to cum on me again- please I need to feel it-“ Mihawk sounds so desperate, a whine to his voice that he no longer can hide. “Just a little bit more for me-“

Your body seems to crave following his commands and another orgasm is ripped from your sensitive body. Only a few moments later you feel him cum inside you again, and you’re confident at this point he’s dripping out of you onto the floor.

“So good for me- taking all my cum-“ He’s breathless as he pulls out of you again and you don’t need to turn around to know he’s staring at your fucked out hole.

When he actually give you space for a minute you turn your head, still using the table to support your weight. “You feel better?”

“Hm…” His hand skates up your back, soothing you. “Feeling just sated enough to get you back to the room I’m staying in.”

The prospect of going more rounds was overwhelming but you can’t deny that you wanted it more than anything. One problem.

“If anyone sees me I think they’ll figure out some of what happened.” From your messed up hair, the bruises forming on your neck, and the fact that there’s no way you’ll be able to walk normally- yeah it’ll be obvious you were just fucked within an inch of your life.

“Oh doctor.” He pulls you up off the desk and places a surprisingly tender kiss on your forehead. “If anyone else sees you like this I’ll kill them.”

[cowgirlcherrie]

☆ WISHFUL THINKING. loser! sbf! ellie williams headcanons

♪ 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠…wishful thinking by benee

a/n: here are just some quick head-canons of loser ellie, ellie is best friends with the readers sister, basically like bbf! ellie but girls girl coded dynamic.

warnings/content: 18+ MDNI. a nsfw section. breeding kink. switch!ellie. kissing. petname usage. ellie is so loser…LOL but it intertwines with canon ellie. cursing. dirty talking. finger sucking. edging. mostly toothrotting fluff for the first section

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౨ৎ loser! Ellie owns an obscure amount of graphic tees with silly slogans on them:

“I ♡ HOT MOMS” or “I ♡ MILFS” or “BIG DICK IS BACK IN TOWN”

** I can’t find the post but one of my mutuals had an exact post of how she would dress…adam sandler core fr

When she gets complimented on them, she does not know how to take a compliment. When you found one of the slogans funny, your hands delicately intertwined with the fabric of her shirt as you tugged the fabric — with your phone hovering over the bolded text to take a picture – Ellie was sweating bullets beneath your touch.

౨ৎ loser! Ellie dismissed you the first time that the two of you met; she moved like a shadow whenever you were around; if you were talking in the kitchen, she would completely walk out of the room and just avoid the area. At first, you thought Ellie stopped coming around and being friends with your sister until you actively caught her turning on her heels and just heads in another direction.

౨ৎ loser! Ellie goes to your college and is a year above you but you didn’t know she was going to JSU (Jackson state university) because you thought she was planning on community, so it was a shocker to see her around campus because she actually would say hi to you or sit and chat if she wasn’t with Dina or Jesse.

౨ৎ loser! Ellie is obsessed with Jurassic Park and owns all of the DVD collections. She even has posters up on the wall that is stills from the movie and ones she was able to find with a deep dive online *cough* Reddit *cough* Facebook marketplace *cough* 

Frequently she tried to get your sister into it who gets sick of her asking–  but kept on nagging at Ellie to ask you instead, and with many dab pen hits and a quick pep talk in the bathroom, Ellie built up enough courage to ask you to watch it with her. 

The two of you bonded over having crushes on Ellie Sattler which was the first time that Ellie realized that you liked girls and she might have a shot with you.

“It’s even better to watch when you’re high because the dinosaurs are all like-…woahh”

౨ৎ loser! Ellie enjoys it’s always sunny in Philadelphia and parks and recreation, and would definitely enjoy emergency intercom or just podcast-y youtube channels 

౨ৎ loser! Ellie sucks at eye contact, whenever you start talking to her she rubs at the back of her neck, and looks at her feet, twirling the necklace that’s tucked closely to her skin and her shirt. She just doesn’t stop fidgeting. Her face gets all red but she plays it off that Joel kept on turning the heater on when there was no need for it.

౨ৎ loser! Ellie wears flat-brim vintage hats, especially some with corduroy fabric, and apart from her standard arm tattoo gets silly patchwork ones, like one of a drawing she did for Joel. Has a lot of rings and especially enjoys the spinny ones.

౨ৎ loser! Ellie who collects Savage Starlight comics, as always, is surprised when you tell her you found some copies in the bookstore that was actually going to get thrown away but you bargained with the owner to buy the barrel of the books because you knew she would like to have them. She gets all flustered when she realizes that you were thinking of her and it brings the craziest smile to her fast that you took enough time to remember such minuscule detail about her. 

“Do you– uh- do you want me to pay you back?”

౨ৎ loser! Ellie wakes up late all the time when she sleeps over at your house like I’m talking 11-12:30 pm and will walk around the house with messy hair, a large t-shirt and boxers, and dry drool patch on her mouth and down her cheek until she realizes she had been watched for the past few minutes by you who was scared shitless because you didn’t even she spent the night.

౨ৎ loser! Ellie in traditional Ellie fashion uses cursing as a coping mechanism when she gets nervous and doesn’t know what to say:

“I don’t fuckin’ know ask your sister”

“That’s fuckin cute… I guess”

“Oh – Fuck you!”

౨ৎ when your sister started this thing every two weeks where there is a girl’s night, she’d invite Ellie over for a sleepover and the sleepless night would be full of gossip, painting each other’s nails, drinking cheap wine that Ellie got from the gas station down the way —  primarily a self-care night, it takes a lot of convincing to get Ellie to join in but once she does, she regrets it slightly. However, she tolerates it because she can use it as an excuse just to see you and learn about what is up with your life or if you started seeing anyone.

౨ৎ loser! Ellie who bitches and cries when she has a facemask on, and is hissing and spewing curses under her breath every few minutes, with a fluffy headband on that is pushing her auburn hair back, begging you to take it off; meanwhile, you are applying a clear coat on her nails because she would complain about any other color but she keeps tensing up.

“Ow! What the fuck is in this…it hurts, take it off! Take it off!”

౨ৎ loser! Ellie when the summertime rolled around, meant she would be spending way more time with you and your sister – eventually, your sister goes to the locksmith and get Ellie her own key. Ellie will be indulging in pool days with you which is a recipe for disaster

She is tripping all over the place, and terribly applied sunscreen on her face which cast a slight ghostly white cast on her face, adding to how stunned she was to see you in a swimsuit, but she couldn’t look away and caught herself wandering her eyes to places she probably shouldn’t have. 

Underwater kiss! Underwater kiss! 

But she tries to play it off and acts like it never even happened the next day. But when Ellie closed her eyes all she could feel was your wet lips on hers, as the two of you were grabbing at each other and the way for a second time slowed down and all she could feel was the movement of the water and your hands on her skin.

When she applied sunscreen wrong and asks you to fix it for her, gets so embarrassed as you rub your hands over her face to moisturize the sunscreen into her face, but every time she opens her eyes she just sees the view of your boobs in the bikini you are wearing and just squeezes her eyes shut. Visibly pretends to bite her fist when you’re done

౨ৎ loser! Ellie 100% asking strangers on Reddit how to confess for you with crazy ass headlines, 

F(22) IN LOVE WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S SISTER F(21) ADVICE? If a girl’s arm lingers on you for too long does it mean she likes you? (F) Good pick-up lines that aren’t cringy for gays only…please How much does astrology and birth chart compatibility really matter? 

౨ৎ loser! Ellie splits her sandwiches with you and gives you a jacket when you are cold because even though she asks you a million times and you said no each time she asked. She still brings a jacket just for you — and how she would scold you for not bringing one. (all out of love though)

“You fucker! I knew you would be cold, see this is why I said to bring a jacket” 

Pretends to be angry but really she was waiting for this moment.

Eventually, you build a collection, having 3 of Ellie’s jackets in your room, which was Ellie’s subtle excuse to be able to talk to you. 

౨ৎ loser! Ellie doesn’t hesitate to pick you up from an on-campus party, and her heart shatters when you are crying because you had a shitty night and you don’t want her to tell your sister. Takes you to whatever fast food is open at that hour even if that means she’d have to drive 30 minutes extra just to make you smile.  

“Shh…sweetheart terrible nights happen it’s okay”

“Are you hungry?…cuz’ like I’m fuckin hungry” Ellie whispers amidst a thick awkward silence, mentally cringing and wanting to bang her head on the steering wheel as she grips the wheel until her knuckles turn white.

Suddenly becomes good with comforting people when it comes to you, but anyone else – the spinny wheel of death appears above her head as she struggles to formulate a good sentence. 

౨ৎ loser! Ellie who hates when you bring up anyone you start talking to or that you are going out with, will sit there with her fist tight and jaw clenched whispering to you:

“There are people who can treat you way better”

And by people she really means herself. 

౨ৎ loser! Ellie who set off the fire alarm once by accident because she was hotboxing in her room with Jesse and Dina and almost got a dean’s office summons and tried to blame it on the neighbors next door. 

౨ৎ loser! Ellie when Ellie tells your sister that she likes you, your sister makes the most disgusted face at her, but becomes Ellie’s wing-woman and kinda tells Ellie all of your likes and dislikes, which Ellie has a whole page in her journal with facts about you. 

“can I have your blessing to uh…date your um, fuck sorry your sister?”

“ellie please shut up I’m gonna throw up”

౨ৎ loser! Ellie has pictures of michael cera as her icons on every form of social media.

౨ৎ loser! Ellie gets flustered easily over indirect kisses, like sharing food or sharing drinks, and suddenly she becomes so hyperaware. 

nsfw 𖦹⋆彡🫧꩜♪⋆

౨ৎ When Ellie started having more than just friendly feelings for you…her whole demeanor changed, the tension was so thick it could cut with a sharp knife. Subtle touches suddenly had more meaning and her body felt like someone lit a match with gasoline dripping from her body and set her aflame. 

౨ৎ after an accidental confession that leads to the two of you dating, lewd thoughts from the shadow of her brain came after and she couldn’t control it — initially was too embarrassed to tell you and had nights where she would just walk to the bathroom and try her best to get off in the shower but it only got her so far before it wasn’t helping or doing enough and at this point she needed to actually touch you

౨ৎ That time she slept over and was sleeping on your couch, hoodie on her body with the hood up covering her face, blankets falling off of her body giving a full view of her sleep boxer shorts. When you walked by to go grab a drink of water around 3 am you could hear her moaning your name in your sleep.

౨ৎ is one of those people who seem bashful, sparky, and innocent throughout the day but in the sheets is the biggest freak ever, she becomes another level of unholy.

౨ৎ a breeding kink! Definitely owns one of the squirting dildos because she loves to watch the way liquids drip out of you when she’s done, will sit back pulling at your folds with her fingers with the shit-eating grin on her face that reads I did that 

“Look at you~” “all fucked out for me” Ellie speaks coly and in between breaths as her head reaches down to put kisses all over your face.

౨ৎ Ellie likes to see how much she can get away with, smacks your ass, pulls you back by your belt loop, sticks her hand way too far up your thigh, moans high pitched in your ear during public settings 

౨ৎ falls asleep with her hand on your boobs, god forbid she’s having a nightmare, she starts squeezing them in the midst of it. 

౨ৎ makes dick jokes talking about some:

“My pullout game is not weak thank you very much, if that was the case we would have had a lot of children already”

When listening to rap music that goes into heavy description about fucking humps the air sometimes to the lyrics...not elaborating she's hella immature LOL 

౨ৎ The minute the two of you go out and one of your friends says how she is a simp and how you have all the control in the situation, Ellie will make sure you know that she indefinitely has the upper hand. It’s like a switch flips in her head she gets so ruthless and so mean, she doesn’t want you to forget it either and fucks you until you can’t think

You will be moaning and clawing at her back as she pounds in a rhythmic motion in and out of you, her mouth would get so filthy, smirking as her fingers rub over your lips as she slips her thumb in for you to suck,

“but …do your friends know that you cry like this under me? that you look so pathetic under me?”

“Who’s in charge again cuz’ I fuckin’ know it’s not you”

“Are you cumming? Oh no you don’t…let me see you” “What if I just stopped right now?”

Likes to edge you, no doubt.

౨ৎ a switch likes to be topped or touched but also likes to be the top

౨ৎ whimpers whenever you touch her like a puppy, her eyes get glassy and her face gets red as she lets out low mewls of your name, and suddenly it’s like you’re an angel hovering over her and your touch is an addictive drug that she never wants to stop having.

౨ৎ  Overall just the best girlfriend ever, with a combination of silliness and fun in one, a big ol’ dork that is really just obsessed with you.

© cowgirlcherrie

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P48 | damn 😭 still not over her huh

Mark couldn't help it, but his eyes were all on you throughout the whole post mortem meeting. He could sense you were a little uncomfortable, and your late arrival only caused more negative attention focused on you, since everybody in the room was aware you had been kicked out of the MNA Week Committee prior for your negligence. Seeing you squirm next to Xiaojun—Mark only felt sorry for you. He sincerely thought that forcing you into this meeting was a sick move on the lecturers' part, but he didn't have the power to go against it.

Thankfully, for you, the lecturers' never singled you out, and neither did Minjeong and Hendery. Sure, because this was a post mortem meeting, they also had to discuss the near disasters that happened during the MNA Week, but they quickly moved on to the quick responses of the other committee members that saved the whole situation.

Asides the meeting's topics, the very people in this meeting were bothering you. Yangyang was making it a point to openly ignore you, Aeri tried to play oblivious but was also ultimately ignoring you, and Xiaojun who had once been your close friend is nothing more than just cordial with you. Mark had been livid seeing you walk away from Jaehyun's performance three weeks ago, but his heart still broke seeing how the people who had once been your closest friends were treating you. It didn't really matter whether you actually deserved it or not.

When the meeting was over, you had been pulled over by your committee advisor, Prof. Jonathan Suh, and committee president, Hendery, to stay back in the meeting room for a while. Everyone else who was clearing the room could obviously tell they were reprimanding you, despite their best attempts in keeping their voices hushed. Mark's heart constricted at the guilty and remorseful expression you wore.

"Dude, she's officially Junyoung's girl now. You need to get over her already." Haechan groaned, hitting Mark's shoulders lightly.

They were loitering just outside the meeting room, standing and talking with each other. It wasn't just them too, even Yangyang, Xiaojun and Aeri were with them.

"Hyuck's right. You're wasting your feelings on her, Mark." Yangyang spoke rather dismissively, scrolling his phone besides Haechan, but his words quickly earned a harsh slap on the shoulder from Chenle.

"Shut up, Yangyang. Mark's clearly not comfortable enough to talk about this. Let's just drop it. So, heard from the grapevine that Jaehyun's got an offer from an entertainment company—is it true?" Chenle was quick to change the topic, and Mark was grateful for that.

"Oh, shit, already? That's kinda quick." Aeri exclaimed, and Ningning giggled at her words.

"Well, his performance did go viral. Everyone's been begging for him to officially drop the songs he had performed at the MNA Concert. And I mean everyone, not just his fans." Ningning nudged Aeri's shoulder with her own, humming to Smoke right after.

"It's actually a wonder on why it took three weeks for a company to reach out to him." Xiaojun shrugged, genuinely wondering why.

"But Jaehyun hasn't released any statements yet, so it's probably just a rumor?" Minjeong pondered aloud, and Mark finally found his perfect segue in inviting them over for the party.

"No, it's true. SM actually offered him a contract already, but Jae wants to sign it after his modeling contract with IMG expires—which is in a week anyway. He wants to hold a party to celebrate the signing, and he wants to invite you guys over."

"Wait, us included?" Xiaojun pointed at himself, Yangyang and Aeri, and all three looked at him with hopeful eyes.

"Of course, dude. You guys worked hard on the concert too, why wouldn't he want to invite you over?" Mark laughed, and Yangyang dabbed him up.

Everyone was beginning to gush on Jaehyun's kindness and humility, but the doors of the meeting room suddenly burst open, and everyone shut up momentarily when you walked through it. You froze in your steps too, but feeling ashamed, you quickly resumed walking, taking a turn and walking down the hallway away from them. Mark patted Chenle's back as he began to walk towards you.

"Talk to you guys later." He hurriedly said before going after you.

He practically had to run, because you were already at the opposite end of the hallway by the time he could catch up to you, making a turn to go down the stairs. Mark felt like he was actually, legitimately, chasing after you now. You were already running from him too. How did it get to this point?

When Mark reached the stairway too, your panic caused you to slip a step. He quickly reached out and slithered his arm around your lower torso to hold you back from falling down the stairs—but considering Yoonsu had just kicked you in the stomach last night, and the pain was still raw, Mark's arm coiling tightly around your front made it hurt so fucking badly.

He heard you gag at the gesture, so you quickly found your balance again and practically clawed at his arm to wrench away from you, your erratic actions causing your tote bag to drop on the stairs, as you quickly latched yourself to the stairway railing just a few steps below where Mark was at. At first Mark was a little offended at your visceral reaction, but when you turned your face to him, he was a little scared at how pale your face had gotten.

"Are you oka—" He was cut off before he could finish the question.

If Yoonsu heard the question through your bugged locket, he was going to go berserk. Who knows, maybe he was going to beat you up tonight for making Mark suspicious over how you were acting. Yoonsu also said someone asking 'Are you okay?' to you was enough to warrant him releasing your photos to the public for all to see.

"What do you want, Mark? Why were you chasing me?" You asked with faux anger. Your voice coming off harsher, your face twisting unrecognizably.

He was taken aback at the sudden anger.

"Why were you running away from me in the first place? Did you come to hate me that much already? That you don't even want to talk to me anymore?" Mark countered, raking through his hair at just how quickly your exchanges would turn into an argument.

You scoffed and began to bend down, taking your tote bag and its contents off the stairway. If you crouched, the pain would become unbearable—you were feeling lightheaded already just from bending over. However, you bending over in front of Mark was a little provocative in his eyes though, so he quickly snapped his head upwards to avoid looking at you for the moment.

"Whatever. Did you want to speak to me?" You sighed deeply as you stood up straight again, trying to make your arms hugging around your waist seem inconspicuous in front of Mark who was already suspecting you were in pain from something.

You cursed at how he knew you so well. In a way it made you glad too, because it was heartwarming to know he knew so well. How you wished Yoonsu hadn't stepped into your life again to ruin you. You mourned and loathed the circumstances you were stuck in right now.

"Jaehyun's holding a party for when he officially signs as a musical artist under SM Entertainment. He wanted me to extend an invitation to you." He spoke rather bashfully, a tinge of red on the tip of his ears because all he could see in his mind was you bending over for him in front of him.

"...when is it?" Your faux anger slipped away momentarily, obviously shocked but also in awe at the news. There was a little sting at hearing the news too, because you had to hear it from Mark instead of directly from Yuno himself.

"Friday next week. You coming? You should, you know. This could be a way for you and Jae to sta—"

"No. Can't come. I have plans that night." You cut off heartlessly, only because you can't bear listening to Mark spouting some pipe dream at you.

Of course you wanted to attend. Of course you would—but you were already dead set on the path in getting your revenge on Yoonsu. It wasn't a pretty path, it wasn't lined with marble and flowers—you were realistic enough to foresee that the end of the path was going to be violent. You didn't want anyone you loved to get caught in the crossfire.

Mark blinked at your immediate answer, before his shock turned into disdain right after.

"Let me guess; you made plans with Junyoung?" When his voice took on a derisive edge to it, you began to turn on your heels, turning your back to him again (how many times had it been? Mark lost count).

"Why ask when you already know?" You spoke in an equally withering tone as you walked down the stairs. It was honestly exhausting you, using this excuse again and again. Junyoung, Junyoung, Junyoung. Everyone else was getting sick and tired hearing it too.

"Because you should at least be frank in putting some other guy above your family, you coward." You completely froze at his answer, when your question had been purely rhetorical. You didn't really expect Mark to answer that way.

It broke your heart.

You felt your eyes water as your grip on the railing tightened, but you quickly raised your head and took a deep breath, before continuing going down the stairs. Mark had honestly forgotten how many times had you turned your back and walked away from them at this point. He was getting real tired of the sight of your back becoming smaller and smaller into the distance.

He felt his heart froze over.

Maybe Haechan and Yangyang were right.

He should get over you, because his feelings were definitely getting wasted on a coward like you.

When you reached the bottom of the stairs, you felt your main phone in your pants' back pocket vibrate. You knew it was Yoonsu, and you knew his text was only going to serve to make you angrier than you were right now.

But you opened it anyway, because you always needed the drive in pursuing your revenge against him.

You hated when that fucker would mock you.

ooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

You stared at the latte on the table before you. It had a swan latte art on it, and it was gorgeous. Memories of preparing for the pop up coffee stop you did with your friends for an entrepreneurship assignment emerged inside your head, reminded of the time you had to hold back from laughing at Aeri's swan looking like a—as Yangyang eloquently put it—a deformed dick. Before you know it, a tear drop made its way into the latte. You sighed and covered your eyes, not really in the mood for crying in a public setting.

You turned to people watching to take your mind off the pain and anguish, finishing your cup of latte while you were at it, but you stopped when you spotted Detective Lee Taeyong inside the very same café you were in, sitting across a middle aged couple. His parents maybe? Besides, this wasn't an unusual sight at all, Seoul and Gangnam were right next to each other.

This was a rare chance in seeing Detective Lee, because you had only been communicating with Detective Do this whole time. You opened your notebook, scribbling something on it and quickly downed your coffee before tearing that page out, then clearing your table. You walked up to Detective Lee, who was obviously shocked at seeing you here. You put a finger to the lips and pointed at your locket, reminding him that Yoonsu was always listening.

You handed him the torn page of your notebook, and he took it. Reading the contents as you left him and exited the café.

"What was that, Yongie? Did she give you her number? She was quite pretty." Taeyong's mother softly teased her son, well aware his face attracted many kinds of women to him.

His father wanted to join in on the teasing too, but both him and his wife dropped it when Taeyong snapped his head up from the piece of paper, standing up abruptly—but you were already gone, blending in with the crowd outside. Taeyong looked spooked.

"No, that's a collaborating witness for a case I'm working on, and I think...I think she just gave me her will."

On the torn piece of page, it wrote;

If anything bad happens to me by the end of this investigation, please contact these people and tell them the truth of what happened.

They deserve to know. I won't leave them in the dark anymore.

Kim Soyeon (XXX) XXX-XXXX

Jeong Jaeho (XXX) XXX-XXXX

Jeong Jaehyun (XXX) XXX-XXXX

Kim Geonwoo (XXX) XXX-XXXX

Hong Woojin (XXX) XXX-XXXX

Lee Minhyung / Mark Lee (XXX) XXX-XXXX

Liu Yangyang (XXX) XXX-XXXX

Xiao Dejun (XXX) XXX-XXXX

Uchinaga Aeri (XXX) XXX-XXXX

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[best-seungkwality]

love to hate you

pairing: ellie williams x reader

summary: freshman mishaps led to the relationship you had with ellie today, but you don't know the other feelings she harbored for you.

contains/warnings: swearing, flirting, ooc fluff for ellie maybe? (but she was also so sweet in some scenes so cmon), enemies to lovers, college!au

word count: 2.7k

author's yap notes: i haven't actually immersed myself in tlou universe but like ellie's kinda cute or sumn and it takes a lot to inspire me into writing so im gna take advantage of this LMAO also i know abby n ellie r enemies but this is an au pls dont shoot me

would like to give credits for the dividers ofcc: c saradika, magnusthemes here in tumblr!

the sound of clicking against keyboards rang across the hall where your economics class was being held that early in the morning. honestly, it should've been banned to take such a complicated subject at an ungodly hour, and you haven't even began with the professor you got for this class. the only thing nice you got from this experience was being friends with someone as reliable as abby anderson.

"class dismissed."

abby was not the friendliest out there at first glance-- heck, you would've steered clear of her your whole college life if she didn't approach you first to make friends since she was in a different class from all her friends. you were just thankful you had someone to suffer through the class with at this point because you would not have survived otherwise.

if you were anything in college, you were the fastest campus leaver. but this was economics, a class where you actually had a friend to hang out with after enduring the lecture. only, you weren't feeling the extroverted introvert you were today, so you were already racking up your brain for some excuse to abby to go straight to your dorms while you two were on your way out.

"hey, n/n, raincheck on lunch today. need to meet up with someone for another project," abby told you, slinging her backpack on while messaging someone on her phone.

she truly was an angel in disguise. she made the excuse for you even without knowing you needed it.

"oh, no problem. was thinking of staying in in the dorm anywa-"

"abby, hey."

you looked over your taller friend's shoulders and saw the infamous ellie williams sauntering towards you two with her usual slightly grumpy expression. you clicked your tongue in annoyance, seeing the one person you hoped you wouldn't bump into at least this week. it was hell week in your department already, and you thought the fates had spared you because it was already friday, but you guessed they were saving their worst surprise for last.

"ah great," you mumbled under your breath, but abby still managed to catch it. she chuckled at the switch of expressions on both her friends' faces once they had seen each other and took a step back for their usual greeting-- or square off.

"what are you doing hogging abby again, princess pansy?" ellie stuck out her tongue, pocketing her hands.

you narrowed your eyes at her and attempted to slap her shoulder, but she was quick on her feet and moved away seconds before you could even land a finger on her hair. like a child, she repeated her earlier gesture, making abby step in front of you to block you. with your hands balled like that, she was sure you were about to commit a violation just to get even with ellie’s taunts. abby was well aware of your goals of graduating with latin honors, and there was no way she was going to let you waste that on a sick punch on ellie, no matter how much she wanted to see it.

you huffed and turned to look at abby instead, pretending that there was no ellie williams trying to annoy the hell out of you. “i seriously don’t know how you’re still friends with that loser.”

“you’re the loser!”

abby playfully pushed ellie aside for a moment before replying, “she’s rough around the edges, but she’s nice, trust me.”

a scoff left your mouth before you shook your head and muttered your goodbyes to your friend before walking away, ignoring ellie’s last words like a new agnostic to jesus.

you actually thought ellie was truly nice when you first laid your eyes on her until she proved that that stopped at her features (yes, you weren’t going to lie and say she didn’t look good— she was hot, for goodness’ sake). she had become your sworn enemy one day when you were partnered up randomly for a pairwork in one of your common general education subjects. you had tried your best to include her in the project and get her to help, but you would only see on her facebook stories that she was either clubbing, drinking, or doing other shit college students did. you had a social life too, but you would never inconvenience anyone for it unlike her.

that was why you thought it would be best to save all the receipts you had on her, deliver the report on your own, and submit the written work with the proof that you indeed tried your best to get ellie’s cooperation until you had the right to give up on her. the professor accepted your reason and didn’t dock off points on the rapport criterion, but ellie had other qualms. she had the audacity to object to what you had done, claiming you didn’t try enough, but your proof were too solid versus her claims, so ellie had failed that requirement and needed to take removals.

she confronted you about, and you two ended up bickering at the back of one of the oldest buildings in university so that neither of you would be documented. but even when the fight was kept hidden, it eventually became known in school because ellie had decided to humiliate you one lunch, telling people about how you threw her under the bus. being unable to deal with the public humiliation, you ran out of there and swore ellie williams was nothing to you, no matter how hot of a person she was. she was an asshole to you forever, end of story.

you entered your shared room with a scowl on your face, bringing out your laptop and opening up a streaming site to watch modern family. you deserved to cool off with your comfort sitcom before delving into the pile of homework you had to do for the day.

ellie typed furiously on her laptop, mind still fresh from her encounter with you yesterday. it annoyed her so much that she couldn’t even cram her lab report with abby in peace, and the deadline was in two hours! god, if she could just get in your face and-

she froze. she knew exactly where that thought was already headed before it even finished. she groaned out loud, even more annoyed this time, which caught her friend’s attention. abby raised an eyebrow, but she simply let out a ‘tch’ and tried to continue filling in the tables with values she knew were going to yield an extraordinary error. she just couldn’t get you out of her mind even if she wanted to— even if you loathed you. there was something about you and your little interactions that excited the hell out of her that she felt she even loved to hate you because of it.

she wanted to punch herself. that was gradeschool ellie discovering she liked women. why can she not get a grip now?

“i don’t know how you put up with miss uptight two days a week. i can’t even stand her for a minute,” ellie began, eyebrows furrowing, but she wasn’t sure whether the frustration was towards her missing the deadline or the girl that would not leave her head.

“still thinking about her, i see,” abby teased, humming a romantic tone right after. “just admit you’re down bad and would like her on your bed, el.”

her head shot up, face obviously distressed at what she just heard. “gross! grow up, abby.”

abby rolled her eyes and looked up from her screen. “you grow up. you obviously have feelings for her. you can fool anyone but me. you like y/n.”

ellie felt that she was getting too red, so she shut herself up first before she could say something that abby would obviously know how to retort at. it was like she was an open damn book whenever this certain friend of hers was around. maybe it had to do with the fact that they went through shit first before becoming people they feel could be relied on. that, or ellie was really just that easy to read.

“what even happened that y/n hates your guts that much?”

she stopped typing and slumped down in her seat. “i messed up little miss perfect’s sched then humiliated her for it.” she sighed at abby’s raised eyebrow. “i promised to help with one project we were partnered up for, but i was a stupid freshman who just wanted to have fun, so she ended up adjusting her whole month to do everything by herself. i hated how she ratted me out because i thought that was so uncool in college, so i humiliated her in a college cafeteria. are you satisfied?”

her friend shrugged her shoulders. “nah. i haven’t heard the part where you said you were sorry. and why you still hate her.”

ellie pulled the hood of her jacket up and then on the strings to squish the clothing over her face, hiding in embarrassment. “i act like i hate her. it’s the only way i can talk to her now. i haven’t really said sorry too.”

abby laughed, making her jaw drop slightly in offense.

“she was right. you’re such a loser.”

speaking of who was right, ellie, from the corner of her eyes, saw you dragging yourself into the same library they were in. (she hated how automatic it was for her at this point to catch her silhouette). apparently, her college’s library was your favorite library, and she couldn’t blame you. it had good comfort rooms, chilly ac units, endless charging ports, working areas for all kinds of people, and you could bring coffee in it.

she watched the girl begrudgingly walk towards one of the desks for sharing, making sure you got the outlet that came with it. it seemed to be your spot because knowing you somehow, you would need optimal conditions to work.

“who- oh, your crush is here,” abby cheered quietly, making ellie clamp a hand over her noisy mouth. they nonetheless got the stare from the young librarian, who seemed to be stricter than the senior librarians. they both nodded their heads in apologies before ellie could look over to where you were again.

“you should talk to her. ask her if she wants coffee or something, cos she’s not looking too good.”

abby looked at her like she was nuts. “why are you ordering me around as if i’m your servant. go do that, since you’re so lovestruck and concerned for her.”

“isn’t she your friend?”

“yeah, but she needs a lover more.”

“shut up!”

ellie groaned, planting her face onto the laptop, not minding how much it hurt. these moments reminded her how much of an ass abby could be to her. but it looked like she wasn’t going to budge in her seat, because she was now back to typing away on her laptop.

hesitantly, she got up and walked towards your table, trying to act confident even though she knew you might eat her alive with your smart mouth. god, you could just e-

she shook her head, hoping those thoughts would be gone too. she was standing by your table, hoping as well that she didn’t look that much of a creep from an outsider’s perspective. your back was facing her, since you were face down and probably resting for a bit before locking in for whatever you had to finish. ellie mustered her courage, took in a huge breath, then tapped your shoulder lightly. she became a bit bewildered when you had not responded to the fifth tap, wondering if you had supersight at the back of your head to know you should be ignoring the person bothering you.

but she noticed how limp you hand had gotten, and her eyes widened, rushing to your other side. if she had not seen a person passed out medically, she wouldn’t have been able to tell that y/n probably blacked out from some reason, but thankfully, she knew. within seconds, she had already scooped you up and gathered you in her arms, with abby shouting in the library what the heck she was doing, but she could care less. you were her priority.

that was why you looked like hell the moment you entered. your dark eyebags confirmed that you probably overexerted yourself, leading to the blackout. she knew you were a high achiever, but she didn’t know you were a stupid one. how could you let your academics take control of your life to the point that you would sacrifice your health? she was going to have to speak to you about this when you were better. preferably the moment you woke up.

but right now, she had rushed inside the infirmary and laid you down on one of the beds. a nurse thankfully came to check on you at once calling the doctor to diagnose what was wrong. after pacing around the medical professionals, ellie heard them say that you were very dehydrated and decided to inject IV fluids in you to aid your body. they quickly got to work so you could recover faster.

ellie thanked the doctor and nurses and sat down beside you, taking your hand. “god you fucking scared me,” she muttered under her breath, bringing your hand to her cheek. “for someone at the top of your classes, you’re awfully stupid.” she didn’t realize her scolding would happen even before you woke up.

“you’re seriously gonna be the death of me. i can’t even take care of you the way i want to until your unconscious,” ellie looked at you worriedly. “god, let me take care of you, stubborn-head. give me a chance, i’ll make everything right. i sound like a pussy. i just like you that much, okay.”

your eyes fluttered open at the confession, locking them with hers at that moment.

“…what?”

ellie dropped your hand and stood up at once. “what?” she covered her face in embarrassment, immediately turning red. “how are you awake so fast?”

your eyebrows crossed. “do you want me to stay half-dead or something?”

“no! i meant- ugh, i’m not prepared for this.”

“for what? for declaring your love for me?”

ellie gasped, looking offended. “i didn’t say ‘love’ yet!” she pointed at you as if accusing you of something. “ugh, you’re so annoying.”

you sat up with a small smile, and she knew you knew you had the upperhand in this situation. this was just turning out to be the worst week ellie had had. if she knew you were going to here her random confession, she would’ve prepared some more. you just had to be awake right now.

“well, sorry,” you said, deflating a bit. ellie panicked once again and finally sat down. she took your hand gently and let out a breath.

“i’m sorry, just-…” she looked you in the eyes (this is so cheesy, she hated it) and hoped the sincerity would reach you, “i’m sorry for what happened during freshman year. i was stupid, and i can’t take that shit back. but i’ve liked you for the longest time, and god knows this stupid little crush has made me daydream about you at least thrice a day, and i guess what i’m saying is— god, will you be with me? even if it takes some time?”

you smiled wryly. “the famous ellie williams rambling… i could get used to this.”

ellie groaned out loud and smushed her face into the infirmary’s bed. but she was just hiding her smile because she herself didn’t know that someone could make her ramble stupidly like this. you were well aware of your power over her too.

“look at me ellie.” like a pet, she did. “i’d be lying if i said i wasn’t attracted to you. i honestly would like to like you, but we have to do so much work, especially that i don’t feel that resolved yet with what happened back then. i know you felt like i blindsided you, but i suffered a lot even though i know i did nothing wrong. it’s gonna take a lot of time. are you willing to put in that kind of work with me?”

ellie brought your hand to her cheeks again. “no doubt about it.”

a wide, genuine smile finally broke out your face. “alright. i love to hate you, but i’d like to love you only now, williams.”

she returned the gesture, giving a light kiss on your knuckles. “love to hate ya, but i love to love you more, princess.”

[chaepink]

What a slut | sub!hinata shoyo

wc: 900+ words | masterlist

dom!gn!reader, degradation kink, edging, slight crying, use of a vibrator, praising kink, exhibitionism kink, mention of feminization, more maybe

You already knew your boyfriend, Hinata, was a total slut. From how he wears short skirts that perfectly show his cute, round ass and tight crop tops that barely cover his erect nipples (only for you obviously) to asking you to record him fucking a pillow, all while moaning and whimpering your name and dirtying the cover with cum.

But asking you to control a vibrator in his ass? In public? Oh is he going to be the absolute death of you someday.

You snap out of your thoughts when something taps your thigh. You turn to Hinata who, to put it lightly, looks as if he was about to full on cry. Not like you dislike it when he cries though.

His white knuckles tightly gripping the chair he's sitting on and his red face indicates that he's close. Quickly using the small remote in your hand to turn the vibrator in his ass off, you hear him let out a whine so quiet, only you could hear.

You move closer to him so he was the only one who could only hear what you were about to say.

"Being such a good boy for me right now, baby. Even told me you were close and not cumming without permission." He lets out a whine at the praise as you draw back. He looks at you with a pout.

You motion to his friends with an innocent smile, telling him to pay attention to whatever they were saying. You really did look innocent, even Hinata thought that it wasn't really you who was controlling the vibrator and edging him.

That's until you turned it on again to the highest setting without hesitation.

"Hmph!" Hinata quickly covers his mouth to prevent a whine from slipping out as shocks of pleasure courses through his body. You see his whole body shaking a little and you almost laugh from seeing his ass barely vibrating. He was probably clenching and unclenching the toy right now and the thought made you want to fuck him right then and there.

His friends turn to him with worried and confused faces.

"Everything alright, Hinata? You look rather red and you've been shaking a little ever since you sat down."

Plastering a fake smile on your face, you move alongside your boyfriend and wave your hand to dismiss the worry.

"I think it's because he must've eaten some bad food! Maybe it was the shrimp, you know?"

His friends nod, agreeing with you.

"Could've been. Do you want to go home and rest, Hinata? We can just meet up another time."

He shakes his head. "No it's-" you turn the vibrator off. "it's okay! We haven't seen each other lately and- hmph!" You turn it right back to the highest setting, catching him off guard. " I wanted to meet up!"

His friends smile at him before turning back to their conversation, talking about something you probably didn't understand or would care to even listen to. Your boyfriend was the only thing on your mind right now.

Your boyfriend widens his eyes and turns to you when he realizes that you weren't turning the setting down. His face now is full on red and his eyes are practically tearing up and asking- no, begging you to not embarrass him in front of his friends. The thought almost made him cry.

Moving towards his ear, you whisper a phrase that almost, just almost, made him cum right then and there.

"What a slut"

A whimper escapes his lips and you quickly stand up, attracting his friends attention.

"Actually, Hinata here might actually be sick so hopefully you guys don't mind us leaving early."

"That's alright! Just give me a text or call me whenever you want to meet up again Hinata!"

Hinata didn't even understand what his friend said due to how mushy his mind felt from the pleasure and edging but gave a quick smile to them anyways. You drag him by the hand towards your car but quickly turn into an alleyway, pushing his back onto the brick wall.

The vibrator in his ass keeps vibrating as you take the remote out of your pocket and turn the setting down. You survey his state with hungry eyes. Dazed, dilated eyes look back at you as you take note of his red face, shallow and quick breaths, and most of all, the tent in his pants.

"You're really such a slut, aren't you?" He nods obediently, biting his lip. "How would your friends react if you just came right there and there with a loud moan? Maybe they would even see the wet spot on your pants with me next to you and guess what happened." He feels his pants getting tighter. No way he actually would like being caught, right? Tears were threatening to fall down his face and you can't help but coo while cradling his face.

"Who's slut are you?"

"Y-yours [name]! only AH! Y-Yours!" You smile, turning the vibrator setting back up to the highest. Watching him crumble without you touching him was such a sinful sight and the fact that anyone could turn the corner and see you two out here in broad daylight made it even more accelerating and exciting.

"That's right, slut. How about we quickly finish up here before someone sees us and go back home, yeah? Don't worry, we're not even close to finishing."

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

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I love you, it's ruining my life | Part V

pairing: Kylian x black!fem!Reader

word count: 4.5k

part one, part two, part three, part four

V. May 2024

She’d gotten the invitation in the mail a few weeks ago, a creamy white envelope announcing the upcoming wedding of Julien, a childhood friend from Bondy, to his fiancee of several years. Seeing his name on the paper had brought a smile to her face; it had been years since she’d seen him.

She’d be in Paris to visit her parents anyway, it would be a crime not to go.

She’d quickly written to him to say congratulations, and Julien had texted back a thank you. Moments later, he’d texted her something she’d expected. 

Not sure if you’re still in touch with Kylian, but if you can let him know about the wedding, that’d be great. We haven’t seen each other in ages!

Unsurprisingly, the response she’d gotten from Kylian was a firm and resounding no. 

“Why not?” She’d asked over the phone.

“Because of a lot of things, Y/N” There was a lot of chatter from Kylian’s end, she had caught him just as he’d entered the locker room after a grueling match. 

“Well, what are those things?” She’d asked. 

“I can’t just go to a wedding” He’d grumbled. “Haven’t been able to do that in years, in fact. I  have to think about bringing security and all that stuff”

She’d expected he’d say that, so her response was quick. “So bring your bodyguard. I’m sure Julien and his fiance won’t mind”

“And let someone leak a story to the press about how I’m a stuck up asshole who brings a hundred people with him everywhere he goes?” He’d snorted. “No thanks”

She’d rolled her eyes. “I don’t think anyone we grew up with would do that, Kylian”

“How would I know? I haven’t spoken to those people in years” 

“I haven’t either.”

“Exactly” He’d said. “Let’s just not go. It’s Ousmane’s birthday party that weekend  anyway. Actually, he said to tell you that you should come”

She’d frowned. “So you’d rather go to a party than to your childhood friend’s wedding?”

“It’s just a wedding Y/N” He’d said, his tone weary. “People get married all the time”

She couldn’t believe how mean and dismissive he was being.

“And get divorced all the time” He’d continued, letting out a humorless chuckle. “The stats on that are crazy, actually. Someone should let Julien know”

“What? Kylian, that’s so harsh. Why are you talking like that?” She was starting to get angry now.

“I’m not being harsh. Just honest” He’d said “Look, the last thing I need right now is to go to a public event, okay? I’m sick of people asking me about where I’ll be next year, and I’m sure as hell sick of having a hundred cameras pointed at me”

“Ok, then.” She said, her irritation evident in her voice. “You have fun at the party. I’ll go to the wedding.”

“But–”

“Tell Ousmane happy birthday for me”

He’d paused before responding with a resigned “Fine”

They hung up after that, goodbyes curt. She didn’t know what was going on with him, but he’d been very tired and irritable lately. He called less and less, and took longer to text back whenever she reached out.  She suspected it had to do with his contract with PSG, which she knew was nearing its end, but they didn’t speak about things like that. If he had news, he’d tell her. So far he hadn’t said anything, which meant things were probably still up in the air and it was troubling him. She’d chalked it up to that, and was therefore able to quickly move on from the conversation. 

The day of the wedding arrived, and Y/N found herself at the crowded venue of the wedding reception, wearing a silky blue dress she’d bought a long time ago but had saved for an occasion like this. She was seated next to Manon, a girl who used to live two doors down from her, and Anna, who she knew was Kylian’s first kiss and who she’d consequently been very envious of as a pre-teen. It was great catching up with the two and reminiscing about the old days. It turned out Manon worked in marketing while Anna was a tattoo artist. 

“So, are you and Kylian still friends?” Anna asked, taking a sip from her drink. The toasts had been made, and dinner had been eaten. They were now watching the bride and groom take the floor for their first dance. 

“Yeah” She said. “We’re still friends”

“Well, wave him over then. He looks like he’s lost” Anna nodded towards something behind her. 

Y/N whirled in her seat. Sure enough there was Kylian, his head down, weaving his way through the tables. People looked up to stare with hushed gasps as he passed by them. Y/N raised her arms to wave, and thankfully his bodyguard noticed and started guiding Kylian towards their table. 

“Hi” Kylian said, smiling tightly as he pulled a chair and took a seat.

“Hi” She said. “I thought you weren’t coming”

He shrugged. “You were mad at me”

“And I was right to be” She said, smiling despite herself. He looked handsome, she could tell he’d gotten a fresh cut. 

“Sure” He rolled his eyes before turning to their tablemates. Anna and Manon were briefly starstruck as he greeted them, as if they forgot they’d grown up with him. The initial awkwardness wore off quickly though, and before long they were all chatting animatedly. 

“Remember when you two–” Manon chuckled,  gesturing between Kylian and Anna.

“Ah, yes. When we dated for a whopping two days in the seventh grade” Anna laughed. “I do remember that” 

Kylian laughed along with her, shaking his head in embarrassment. 

Y/N couldn’t help but snicker. “Two days? What happened?”

Kylian opened his mouth to respond but Anna beat him to it. “We kissed one day, and then the next day was valentine's day. I found out he gave you a card, while I got nothing. So I dumped him”

Y/N gasped, elbowing Kylian. “Oh my god, I remember that. Those anonymous valentine’s cards we did in class. That was the first year someone sent me one, I was dying to find out who it was. I didn’t know it was you”

“Oh, we all knew” Manon said while Anna nodded in agreement. 

“Everyone knew he had a crush on you”  Anna said. “At least everyone except for me. I found out after the whole card thing”

Kylian said nothing, keeping his eyes trained on the bride and groom as they swayed. 

“Okay, so what happened after that?” Y/N pressed. She was flushed. If only her twelve year old self had that information. “Did you two ever talk again?”

Kylian finally turned to her, a hint of a smile on his lips. “Not really. I acted like it never happened” He grimaced at Anna. “Sorry about that, by the way”

Anna laughed. “You were the ultimate heartbreaker, Kylian!”

He chuckled, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes that made Y/N’s heart skip. “Yeah, well, I got my karma back, don't worry.”

“What do you mean?” Anna asked curiously. 

He hesitated before answering. “I’ve had my fair share of heartbreaks, is all”

Y/N looked down at her lap, idly fiddling with her jewelry. The cynic within her had convinced her that Kylian didn’t care for her in that way. She’d allowed herself to believe he wanted her only for her body, just another fleeting fling in a long line of them. But his behavior over the past couple of months had made it clear that her own insecurities had clouded her judgment. She had the person she cherished most right in front of her—the boy she had loved since she was twelve—and yet she had pushed him away.

As she watched the bride and groom twirl, doubt grew inside of her. Was that kind of love even possible for her? Could she ever meet someone she cared for as deeply as she did for Kylian? The thought felt almost laughable. In her heart of hearts she knew that there would never be anyone else who could fill that space in her life.

Suddenly, the DJ switched to an upbeat song and people started to flock to the dance floor, eager to join the bride and groom. Manon and Anna went off as well, leaving just the two of them at the table. 

Y/N nudged Kylian gently.“Dance with me?”

He looked at her with an apologetic look, wordlessly shaking his head no. He looked tense, evidently very aware of being in public. 

Y/N visibly deflated. She wanted to be in on all the fun, but Kylian clearly wasn’t up for it. Oh, well. He did come here for me. I don’t need to make him even more uncomfortable, she thought. 

She smiled tightly at him, hoping he couldn’t see her disappointment. But of course he did. 

He hesitated before grabbing her hand and standing up, pulling her out of her chair. “Let’s go”

She grinned, her heart fluttering as  they made their way to the dance floor. Sometimes, when he did things like this purely to make her happy, the walls she’d built around her feelings for him would break down, sending her heart into a joyful spin.

They got to dancing, laughter bubbling between them as she playfully teased him about his abysmal dancing skills. 

“You just want me to be publicly humiliated huh?” He grumbled, a mock pout on his face. 

Just then, the song changed to a slow ballad. They froze, exchanging uncertain glances. It was only couples around them now, slowly moving to the romantic song playing. 

“What now?” Kylian asked, his voice low.

She stepped closer, wordlessly wrapping her hands around his neck. Her breath hitched when she felt his hands land on her hips.  They swayed to the song,  shifting their eyes  away from each other whenever their eye contact got too intense. His fingertips on her hips felt like they weighed tons. She wondered if he wanted to kiss her; she knew she’d let him if he tried. She’d fantasized about it more times than she could count.

Suddenly, she bumped into someone’s back. They’d been so focused on each other they’d completely lost track of their surroundings, it seemed. She turned around, ready to apologize, but froze when she saw who it was.

“Lucas?” She said incredulously. 

He had a different haircut than the last time she saw him, but it was definitely him.

Kylian's grip on her tightened slightly. “You’ve got to be kidding me” He muttered under his breath.

Lucas’ eyes lit up in recognition. “Y/N, wow. How are you?”

“I’m good” She said, forcing a smile.“ Crazy running into you here”

He smiled a fake smile, pointing to his dance partner, who she hadn’t noticed until then. “My girlfriend is co-workers with the bride”

She greeted his girlfriend, who was nice enough. 

“So you two finally got together, huh?” Lucas said. Y/N could tell he’d had a little bit too much to drink by the way he was swaying on his feet.  He leaned closer to Kylian, making it known the next part was just for him. “Better have her on a tight leash,  or she’ll start emotionally cheating on you”

Kylian recoiled at his words. “That’s not a bigger red flag than breaking up with a person over the phone, or thinking of women as animals you put a leash on” He gave a pointed look to Lucas’ partner. “He’s in the habit of doing that, by the way”

Poor girl looked like she wanted to disappear. 

Y/N felt disgusted. “Can we not do this here?” she said to Lucas. “It’s a wedding.”

Lucas shrugged, unfazed. “Just looking out for the guy. He should know what he’s getting into.”

Kylian stepped closer, a protective stance forming. “She can speak for herself, Lucas. And right now, she’s not interested in your opinion.”

Y/N suddenly noticed that some of the wedding guests had their eyes on them, clearly having noticed Kylian on the dance floor. They had their phones out, no doubt ready to send social media ablaze with pictures of Kylian and a ‘mystery woman’. Without thinking, she stepped away from Kylian and his hands fell away from her hips. 

He gave her a hurt look, confusion etched on his face.  “Y/N…”

“There you go!” Lucas laughed. “She doesn’t even want you to touch her”

Kylian gave Lucas the dirtiest look she’d ever seen him give to someone. “Fuck you” 

He turned on his heel and strode away without waiting for a response, his bodyguard trailing closely behind him adding a dramatic effect.

She made to follow him, but he disappeared into the crowd quickly. She turned to Lucas angrily. 

“You’re disgusting, you know”

He opened his mouth to say something, but she stormed off. 

She found him taking pictures with a group of people, dimples and charisma on full display. Someone even pulled out a jersey—though she couldn’t quite fathom why someone would bring that to a wedding. Still, he signed it with a gracious smile, effortlessly charming everyone around him.

“Kylian” She said as she stepped closer. “Can we talk?”

“Sure” He said, his smile fading slightly as he excused himself from the group. 

“Look, I’m really sorry” She said. “It’s not that I don't want to be seen with you or anything. It’s just –”

“No, it’s fine” He said unconvincingly. 

“It’s not fine” She said earnestly. “That was really inconsiderate of me. Especially since you were standing up to that asshole for me. Thank you for that, by the way”

He shrugged. “That’s what he deserved” 

My sweet Kylian, she thought.

She enveloped him in a hug, taking in the smell of his cologne. He hugged her back, albeit somewhat hesitantly. She could tell something was still bothering him.

“Kylian, are you okay?” She asked, pulling away. “You’ve seemed off for a while now”

“I’m okay” He said, looking at the ground. “Just a bit stressed is all”

She looked at him empathetically. “Tell me”

“Well, for starters, I shouldn’t be in public right now”

She frowned, feeling guilty. “I know, it’s a lot–”

“No, it’s not just that. That I can prepare myself for.” He said. “It’s because there’s a video announcing my departure from PSG that’s going to be released–” He paused to look at his watch. “-- In about 20 minutes, so…”

She stared incredulously. “What?”

“I said there’s a video–”

“You’re leaving PSG?” She said in a hushed yet raised tone.

“Yes” He affirmed.

“And it’s going to be announced in 20 minutes?” 

“Yes” He repeated. 

“And you’re in a packed wedding full of proud Parisians” She stated the obvious. “One week after crashing out of the Champions League”

He nodded, then yelped when she smacked his arm. 

“Kylian, why the hell did you come?” 

“Because I wanted to make you happy” He said simply, rubbing his arm.

She didn’t know whether to smack him again or kiss his beautiful lips. She decided on neither.

“Let’s get out of here then” She said, already dragging him to the exit. “Before the video is released and all hell breaks loose”

“But we haven’t even talked to Julien!”

“You’ll send him an expensive gift” She said, sounding determined. 

He chuckled, letting her lead the way.

They were in his car, his driver speeding away from the wedding venue. She watched him look out the window, the city lights casting a yellow glow over his skin. He looked less stressed, but she still thought there was something going on with him.

“So, where are you going?” 

“Hmm?” He pulled his eyes away from the window, seemingly jolted out of his thoughts. 

“Where are you going to play next?” She asked.

“Take a guess”

“Uh, let’s see, Leeds United?” She teased. 

He rolled his eyes. “You know where”

She squealed, launching herself across the backseat to give him yet another hug. “Real Madrid? Oh my god! Congratulations, Ky”

“Thanks” He giggled, hugging her back tightly. “I’m really excited”

“You should be! This is your childhood dream” She pulled back to look at him, her eyes wide with excitement. “Remember that winter you abandoned me to go visit them?”

“Well you’re getting back at me for that now” He said with a sad smile.

“Hm?”

“You’re moving back here” He clarified. “While I’m going there. You’re the one doing the abandoning this time”

“Oh” She said, understanding. “About that, I, uh–I’m not moving anymore”

He froze. “What?”

 “ I mean, I was going to, but… things changed. I got a promotion at my job, and the pay raise means I actually get more than what I’d earn at the new job here, so I told them I’m not gonna go for it”

He lets out a strange laugh. It’s near hysterical, but it stops as abruptly as it starts. “So you’re not moving back? You’re staying in Madrid?”

“Yes” She said slowly. “I’m staying in Madrid”

“Cool” He fidgets in his seat, his fingers tapping lightly against the armrest “Great”

He looked out the window again, then turned back to her, his face breaking into a huge grin.

“What?” She giggled. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I’m just really happy you’re staying” 

“Why?” She knew why, she just wanted to hear him say it.

“I wanted better for Luna” He exhaled loudly, as if this was a concerning issue he’d thought long and hard about. “ I hear the cat food here sucks”

She burst out laughing. She didn’t know what, but she could tell something just shifted between them. 

“You know, I haven’t been back in a while” He said. “To Bondy”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah” He said thoughtfully. “You just reminded me, when you mentioned that time I went to visit Madrid”

“Why don’t we stop by?” She said, her eyes lighting up. 

He paused for a moment, contemplating. 

“I don’t have anywhere else to be. Let’s do it” He said finally. 

He told his driver, and they went on their way. They sat in silence for most of the drive to the suburbs, both lost in their own thoughts.

“Oh!” Kylian’s eyes lit up suddenly. He pulled something from the console. “I forgot to give you this”

“What is it?”

“Belated graduation gift” He said as he handed her a small gift bag. She’d graduated from her masters program a couple weeks ago.

She beamed,  pulling out a jewelry box from the bag. “You didn’t have to” She cooed.

“Liar”

“You’re right, I love gifts” She grinned.

Her eyes widened when she revealed the pair of earrings. “ Kylian, wow” 

She looked at him in disbelief as she held up the jewelry delicately. “They’re so beautiful”

“I got them from Cameroon, when I visited last year” He explained. 

There was a card nestled amongst the wrapping of the earrings, small enough that she almost missed it. 

“Oh, there’s a card” She said as she picked it up.

Kylian’s eyes widened, reaching out to take it from her hand. “Wait, no—”

She leaned away from him to avoid his grasp, her smile almost fading as she read what was written:

“Y/N,

I don’t know if you’ll ever see this, but right now I’m in Cameroon, and I’m heartbroken. 

Maman thinks I should call you. Tchaga and all the others think I’m annoying because all I do is sulk.

We visited a traditional market today. I saw these earrings, and I thought of you immediately. They’re made by female artisans, which I think you’ll like.

 I love you, I think it’s ruining my life.

–K”

She looked up, the last sentence reverberating in her head, almost drowned out by the pounding of her heart. 

She didn’t know what to say, just looked at Kylian, who was avoiding her gaze.

“I forgot that was there” He said quietly. 

The car came to a halt just then, and Kylian’s driver let them know that they’d arrived at their destination.

They found themselves at the park they frequented as children, where they spent countless afternoons and evenings. They took a seat on a bench, facing a gaggle of children playing football. The park was otherwise empty save for a couple other wanderers, which was unusual for a summer’s evening. Y/N wasn’t  complaining though; fewer people meant less chances of Kylian being spotted.

They seemed out of place in their formal clothes; her in her silk maxi dress, and him in his suit.  She stole glances of his side profile as they watched the kids’ game, marveling at his beauty: his big brown eyes, the strong nose he’d inherited from his mother, and those pink, pouty lips. More than 10 years of knowing him and yet he still managed to take her breath away.

He turned to her suddenly. “What’s on your mind?”

She decided to be honest. “I was thinking about how pretty you are”

“Pretty?” He chuckled.

“Yeah. Pretty” 

“Don’t think anyone’s used that word to describe me before” He said.

“Well I have” She said. “Many times before – in my head”

“Me too,” He admitted, his gaze warm. “I’ve called you pretty. Also many times —in my head.”

She grinned at him. It was impossible not to. “Speaking of pretty, I want to try those earrings!”

She pulled them from their box, quickly removing the ones she was already wearing and carefully putting on the new pair. Kylian took an exaggerated double take, his eyes widening. “Qué hermosa!” 

She snorted. “ Working on your Spanish, I see”

“I’m already fluent, cherie” He winked at her as he pulled out his phone and quickly snapped a picture of her. 

A loud cheer erupted from the kids; someone had just scored a goal. Y/N and Kylian briefly turned their attention back to the game, smiling at the infectious joy of the kids as they rushed to one another for a group hug. The celebrations gradually faded, and the children returned to their positions to continue the game.

She swallowed hard. “Did you mean that?”

“Mean what?” Kylian dragged his eyes away from the game. It didn’t matter if it was being played by a bunch of 10 year olds, football was still his favorite thing. It was quite endearing, actually. 

“What you wrote on the card” She said quietly. 

“Yes” He met her eyes. “I do”

“What did you mean– what do you mean when you said it’s ruining your life?” She asked.

He took a deep breath before answering. He had a pained look on his face. “It’s just – I don’t know, it feels like torture sometimes, not having you. First it was the whole time you were with Lucas when I was pining after you, and then it felt like I had you, but you ran away. Let me tell you, those couple months after that when we weren’t speaking were the worst of my life.” He took a shaky breath. “And whatever we are now, just friends, it’s never going to be enough”

“Kylian..”

“And I was speaking to Papa” He continued, ignoring her. He scooted closer to her, eyes so intense. “He told me to take a leap of faith. To cut out all the bullshit and tell you I love you.  So here I am, I guess. I want you to tell me what you truly want. Not what you think you should want, or what other people want for you. What you really, really want. Because if it’s me? I’m all in, Y/N” 

He took her hand, gently opening up her palm. “Because you’ve had my heart here” He traced his index finger over her palm. “Ever since I met you at my birthday party all those years ago. It’s always been you for me. There will never be anyone else”

Y/N didn’t respond immediately,  lifting his hand that was on hers to her lips and kissing his trembling fingers. “Just so you know, I’ve wanted you as long as I’ve known you. And you’re right, maybe all of the excuses I was telling you and myself were lies. Because I was scared. I thought if we did this and it didn’t work out, I’d end up losing you forever. I didn’t want that, Ky. But how would we know if we don’t try? We have to try, right?” She paused. “I really want to try”

Kylian let out a relieved laugh at her words. They were so close to each other, their faces mere inches apart. He cupped her face with his hands, caressing her cheeks in a way only he could. She closed her eyes, basking in his touch. She felt gentle kisses on each of her eyelids.

“Yes” She heard him murmur. “I want to try”

They closed what little distance was between their lips, kissing passionately. All the tension, all the unspoken feelings that had been brewing for ages seemed to dissolve in that moment. It felt like releasing air after holding her breath for a long time. It felt like relief.

“Wait, there’s someone taking pictures” Kylian muttered as he pulled away.

“I don’t care” She said, chasing his lips with hers.

To her annoyance, he pulled away again. “But you–”

“I said I don’t care” She mumbled, kissing him again. She felt him smile against her lips.

They left the park after the game ended, satisfied and at peace. Hands intertwined, lips swollen from kissing. She thought about the kids that they used to be, the ones who used to run to the very same park everyday after school. Oh how they’ve grown,  how they’ve changed. 

Inside the car, she turned to him, her heart steadying after a long while of drumming loudly. “So, what now?”

His gaze was unwavering. “ No more running away.”

"No more running away" She repeated softly, leaning her head against his shoulder and closing her eyes.

A/N: Aaand thats it folks. hope you like this last part <3 i'm working on an epilogue though so stay tuned for that. as always lmk what you think in the comments or in my inbox. thank you for reading!

tags: @kyliansonlygf @ynkfreeastheocean @scottishthistle @user6373738 @lucysantos6-blog @tuliptopiasstuff @kennasutopia @cinderellawithashoe @akiracim @kymb-10 @germanapples @ariesmai @edgyficuselastica

[lycankeyy]

where do you see yourself five years ago?

Haha hey it's me. Your boy. Um. Coping fanfic /refBDKQNEK

TW: helicopter parenting, Cyber-typical trauma stuff

bfs in this one-shot: fc!bf (boyf, mine), cyborg!bf (cyber, mine)

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Boyf wondered, frequently, if the listlessness, the "placelessness", he called it, and he didn't care that it wasn't a word - would go away. It was just another side-effect. Another symptom. Something to be managed and coped with that would eventually scab over and scar into a reminder, not an invitation.

He was sick of how many there are, frankly. Made him feel too... much.

Maybe that was why he coped in a way that hewas sure a therapist wouldn't quite understand, but would probably see as moderately unreasonable. If he didn't want to be here, he simply wouldn't be.

Other realities were just a step through the mirror away, after all.

Most of the others were at the very least fine with him. There were his brothers, of course, who cared about him - but even if he stepped through with no clear intent or purpose and found himself with one of the ones he didn't know quite as well, he was an easy presence to tolerate. Easy to excuse, too - why explain that you were struggling when everyone was so quick to believe that you were just being silly? Stupid, silly Boyf. He was his own perfect excuse.

So when the feeling - the anxiety, the squirming in his chest, the fevered trickling against his skin - returned once again, he didn't even think. An off-hand mention to his partners that he was going to visit someone for a bit, and he was gone.

Like most times, he didn't have somewhere specific in mind. Just focused on that yearning and that desperation for somewhere else, and he was up on the counter and reaching through.

Most BFs were accessible through their bathroom sink mirrors, so Boyf was a bit caught off-guard when his height suddenly dipped beneath him, and he was sent tumbling onto a carpeted floor. Hadn't had an entrance that graceless since... well, okay, that was hard to quantify, actually.

He propped himself up a little. The only other him with a full-length mirror that he could think of was YS, but the floor was a different color. Excited to potentially be visiting someone he'd never hung out with one-on-one before (and maybe it was Beefer, which would probably successfully make him decide to stop doing this), he finally pushed himself up onto his knees, and--

What caught him off-guard wasn't who he saw perched on the bed. It was the room.

His room. His childhood room.

When his eyes locked with ever-focused, cat-like yellow ones, he wasn't surprised, but he couldn't say his dread didn't deepen. Cyber tilted his head slightly, like a confused animal trying to make sense of what it was looking at. "Nobody comes to visit me," he said, like he was simply stating a fact that the other should hear.

All of the BFs were, obviously, versions of the same guy. They all had pretty similar brains at the end of the day, no matter how different they were. That being said, Boyf had noticed the odd connection between himself and Cyber pretty much the first time they'd interacted. Like their brains were even more the same. Like they could always tell what the other was--

"Jumping through realities at random? That sounds dangerous."

-- thinking.

"You could end up somewhere Yourself doesn't have contact with yet. They could hurt you," Cyber continued on. He snapped the 3DS he was apparently playing on closed, setting it aside as Boyf got up and brushed himself off. At a single dismissive thought from his older self, Cyber insisted, "it could happen."

I don't live walking around worrying about what could happen, Boyf thought. Cyber didn't respond to that one - it wasn't like he could hear it, just - ugh, whatever. Even if he was sure Cyber was just as stubborn as he was, he wasn't sure he should be hanging around here.

Exactly as he expected, Cyber replied to the unspoken again. "You can stay. My parents are at work, and my friends are at school. The company would be nice." A pause. "Even if it's you."

Another very strong feeling that the younger him hadn't meant to phrase that so dismissively. Briefly wondered if he thought about accepting the apology hard enough, if Cyber could feel it.

Either way, Boyf couldn't exactly bring himself to say no to... himself. So with a slight sigh, he rounded the bed and sat, with more than a tinge of awkwardness, at Cyber's side. He wasn't sure what would even come of this. It's not like either of them had any idea of what to talk about.

Either unaware of the tension or uncaring of it, Cyber picked his 3DS back up and flipped it open. Curious, and hoping he was correctly picking up on the implication that he should watch anyway, Boyf leaned over to look at the screen.

Oh, shit. Sonic Rush. He'd loved that game as a kid. He'd gotten it a garage sale when he was ten and had been obsessed with it as the second Sonic game he'd ever played. He remembered being so pissed when he'd realized he'd lost it somehow when he was...

... almost fifteen.

Boyf blinked down at his younger self, a sudden awareness washing over him. It was less a realization of how small he was - that was always in the back of his mind, along with how short all the others were to his comparatively Slenderman-ass stature - and more of how he'd been that small once. He'd been a late bloomer and had most of his growth spurts in his later years of high school.

Cyber would probably never get any taller, though. Metal bones and all.

"You were startled by my room when you got here," Cyber said suddenly. Boyf leaned back, resting against his own palm in an attempt to look casual. "Is it familiar to you? Is anything different?"

That second question implied a level of knowing that he was pretty sure they were both in rapidly deteriorating denial of. Still, he humored him. Glanced around the room, looking for anything that seemed off.

Of course, when you see your childhood room, it looks a little different than the memories, but in a way that makes you go, "oh, that's right," more than anything. Everything knew its place here better than he did. Except for one.

Boyf pointed at the exact place he'd entered from. "Meer," he stated simply, realizing that it was pretty obvious. He'd never had a full-length mirror in his bedroom. Especially not one that looked so... post-apocalyptic.

Cyber looked at for a second. As he did, a strange sense of warmness spread in Boyf's mind. Comfort. "That's Yourself's mirror," Cyber explained, like that was all that needed to be said.

It was. That mirror must have been the first contact. YS had been in kind of a... state, after finding Cyber. To be fair, anyone would be. He didn't know the details because YS never went into them, but Cyber had yet to be fully "rehabbed" when he found him. All he knew was that, and that Cyber's Pico had been "trying his best".

The mirror was visibly old. Cracked in places, and the frame was clearly made of some authentic metal, as it had since rusted over. Its produced reflection was also dim and muggy - like the amount of dust that had been caked onto it had stained the glass and could never be fully removed.

It certainly wasn't a pretty thing to look at, and it sat against the room like a gross stain on a carpet. He wondered if Cyber knew that the exact mirror didn't, y'know, matter, and he could get one that was a bit easier on the eyes--

A sudden shift in tone jarred Boyf from his thoughts. Though his robotic voice was the same, a low, threatening rumble rolled out from Cyber's chest. "That's Yourself's mirror."

Immediately, and ashamedly due to being a bit startled by the much smaller him, Boyf sat up and lifted his arms, palms out, in obvious submission, as if to say alright, alright, that's YS's mirror, geez. To be fair, it wasn't like he didn't kind of get it - everyone told him he should get a new laptop, but that old broken-down thing was practically a part of him now. And maybe that mirror was like that; a part of him, or maybe a part of YS he liked to keep, or something like that.

At that, Cyber huffed and immediately backed down, starting the next level in his game.

Well, it was starting to feel like he was just making things worse by being here. This felt like it should be one of those golden opportunities people always talked about - "if you got to talk to yourself from five years ago, what would you say?" - and thus far, he was completely butchering it. God, who was he to give advice to anyone, even himself?

Just as he thought of that, something hit him. Something that maybe wasn't the best advice, and maybe not the most responsible, but it was something to offer to his fourteen year-old self, anyway, and he might as well try.

Cyber didn't even question when Boyf reached over to grab his phone off his nightstand. It was an old model with a chunky rubber case around it that his parents had bought in case he dropped it (fair), and he recognized it so vividly.

So he was not surprised that when he went to look for it, the app was exactly where he thought it would be.

It seemed the sheer amount of focus Boyf had on his face finally intrigued him, as Cyber finally looked to see what he was doing. "I think you'll get me in trouble for that," he said with a frown, watching as Boyf disabled it.

He prayed thinking hard enough would get the point across, here. You'll thank me later. It's not just a GPS tracker. It monitors what apps you use, who you're texting, and lets mom get remote access to your mic.

Boyf remembered when his mom had first downloaded it. She initially explained it as just what he'd said - a GPS tracker - to make sure he was getting back and forth to school okay on his own. When he found out about the other features, he'd been pissed, yet another massive overstepping of his boundaries, completely ignoring his right to privacy - but he let her get away with it for two years, because it made her feel better after what happened at the middle school.

Again, maybe this wasn't the best idea. Especially with what Cyber was now. He maybe him, sort of, but he also wasn't. Wasn't even really human anymore, actually.

But if he could say anything to his fourteen year-old self, he would say, you are not your parents' pet.

If they ask, say your friend disabled it. Tell Pico, they should trust him still, and he can make them understand that they're being unreasonable, he continued to think "at" him. He handed the phone back, unsure from Cyber's expression if he'd gotten literally any of that.

He stared at the app's settings screen blankly, thoroughly conflicted expression on his face. "They only want what's best for us," he said, tone uncharacteristically soft. Us. A final admission of what they both left unsaid that sent a brief shiver up his spine.

Boyf nodded.

"I don't know what would happen if they got mad at me."

A pause. A breath. Boyf nodded again.

Their eyes were locked through the one-sided exchange, contact not once breaking until Cyber finally left to shut his phone off and place it to the side. "I trust you," he said with finality.

Something about the simple statement made Boyf feel like he'd just been stabbed. He wasn't sure if it was a good or bad feeling.

"I want to be alone now, if that's okay," Cyber said, a thoughtful expression still on his face. It was obviously tense, and Boyf could feel the confusion and the sadness and the frustration coming off of him in waves. "You give me a lot to think about."

Another neutral statement that sounded more sour than intended. Boyf didn't know what to say or think, so he didn't. He merely patted Cyber on the shoulder and headed back mirror-side, for once grateful to be returning home after one of these little excursions.

That was enough reality-hopping for a while.

[gunilslaugh]

Just Joking? Jiseok Ending

Kwak Jiseok

Summary: It’s been days since the hangout, but Jiseok sees that you’re still acting off. It greatly concerns him. (non-idol au)

WC:~2.2k

Warning:none

Read first part here

photo not mine credits to owner.

Jiseok texted you the day after the hangout to see how you were doing, but you didn’t respond to him. He didn’t pay much mind to it, figuring that you were probably still not feeling well and would get back to him when you were feeling better. 

It was two days later when Jiseok finally heard back from you. He didn’t realize how worried about you he really was until he felt a wave of relief wash over him when he saw your text message appear on his phone. “I’m ok” your message read. Jiseok felt like something was off. Your text was normal, but that’s what made it weird. Usually the text exchanged between Jiseok and you were more animated. Pertaining emojis, typed out faces, caps lock (with and without reason), too many exclamation marks and so on. Your most recent text seems so dull, sad even when compared to the other text before it. It gave Jiseok no reassurance that you were actually doing ok. In fact it made him believe the opposite. You must still be unwell. 

Jiseok sends you a text asking if he could come over, saying that he would bring you your favorite snacks. 

Back in your bedroom you sat crisscross on your bed, looking at Jiseok’s text. A slight smile tugged at your lips as more of his text popped up one by one. “You know you want me too!!!” “You disappeared and made me miss you 😔” “ I’m coming whether you want me to or not ❗”

Your fingers started tapping on your phone’s keyboard. “Hurry up! I want my snacks!!” You sent. 

A bright smile appeared on Jiseok’s face when he received your text. It was much more like you and actually gave Jiseok some reassurance that you were ok. Jiseok went to his cabinets and grabbed some of your favorite snacks that he keeps on hand. If ever asked about why he keeps your favorite snacks in his cabinets he states that your favorite snacks are also his favorite snacks, so there is nothing weird about them being in his cabinets. They may hold true to most of the snacks, but there is this one snack that Jiseok doesn’t particularly care for, however he knows that you like it. So yes he grabs it occasionally when he sees it and keeps it for whenever you come over or he brings snacks to you. 

Jiseok indeed did hurry over to your place cause a mere ten minutes after you told him to hurry over he was at your apartment. The light rapid knocking on your door altered you to his arrival. You made your way to your front door and opened it, revealing a happy Jiseok, holding up the promised snacks. You smiled at him and stepped aside allowing him in. Jiseok took a big step into your apartment. He’s quick to make himself comfortable as he splays the snacks out across the coffee table you have sitting in the middle of your living room. You followed behind him, taking a seat on the floor right in front of the table. 

“You must have been pretty sick? You disappeared for days,” Jiseok states. You felt slightly awkward. Not really knowing what to say. 

“Uhh yeah,” you chuckled. Jiseok immediately picked up on your shift in behavior. 

“Why are you acting off again?” His lips pouted. “Did something serious happen?” Jiseok’s eyes filled with concern. His eyes scanned over your face to try and read how you were feeling.

“Nothing exactly happened. I just…nevermind,” you dismissed, leaning forward to grab some snacks.

“No, tell me. I don’t like seeing you like this,” Jiseok says. You shook your head, not wanting to talk about it. Jiseok feels a bit frustrated that you won’t talk to him, but he’s not going to force you to talk when you don’t want to. “Ok, but you can always talk to me. You know that right?” he checks. 

“I know, thank you,” you tell him. You and Jiseok tended to have a bit more of a playful type of friendship, but when things got serious you were always there for eachother too. 

“The aquarium’s new exhibit opens up on Saturday,” Jiseok changed the topic. 

“It does? I forgot all about that,” you say. With your whole crisis about realizing that you had romantic feelings for Jooyeon you had completely forgotten about the new exhibit. 

“Yeah it does. Do you still want to go together?” Jiseok asks. 

“Of course I still want to go.” You playfully nudged Jiseok with your elbow. 

“Ok, it’s a date. I’ll pick you up and we can go together,” Jiseok tells you. It’s a date, these have been harmlessly thrown about between the two of you. However you find that hearing them this time feels a little different. It reminds you of all the times you said those words to Jooyeon or vice versa. Jiseok’s cool hand pressing against your forehead snaps you from your thoughts. “Seriously, what is wrong with you? You’re spacing like you did at the hangout.” He looks over you trying to find any hint of illness. You remove his hand from your forehead. 

“I’m fine, Jiseok. I’ve just been feeling tired lately.” 

“Then stop feeling tired, you're worrying me.” Jiseok took a hold of your shoulders and shook you lightly. His actions make you laugh. 

“Stop worrying. I’m ok really,” you grabbed onto his elbows, making him stop shaking you. 

“I’ll stop worrying when you tell me what’s wrong or start acting like your normal self,” Jiseok states. 

“Who knew you’d be so caring?” you remarked sarcastically. 

“I care about you the most.” Jiseok pulls you towards him, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, but then it slides around your neck, putting you in a loose headlock. “Sneak attack!” he shouts and begins to attack your side with tickles using his free hand. 

“Ah! Stop! Stop! Stop!” you heaved out between laughs. You repeatedly tried to smack his hand away. Jiseok’s hand stops attacking your sides. He feels a bit reluctant to let you go though. You’re the one who ends up pulling away. Jiseok stayed over at your place a little while longer before leaving. You find that you felt better after your visit with Jiseok and you looked forward to going to the aquarium with him on Saturday. 

Saturday rolled around and you excitedly got ready. It felt refreshing. It was probably the first time in a week that you felt good. You weren’t thinking about what you were supposed to do with your feelings for Jooyeon. Instead you were looking forward to Jiseok’s arrival and spending the next while at the aquarium. You were double checking your outfit in the mirror when you heard the familiar knock on your door. You left your bedroom and headed to your front door. 

“You look nice,” Jiseok complimented you. 

“Thanks, you too,” you returned. 

“Shall we?” He playfully bent his elbow for you to link yours with. 

“We shall,” you just as playfully linked your elbow with his. The two of you walked out of your apartment, keeping your elbows linked. 

When you arrived at the aquarium your elbows were still linked together. Honestly, you don’t know how they haven’t separated yet, but you somehow found a sense of comfort in them being linked. You liked knowing that Jiseok was right by your side. Jiseok liked having you right by his side. He looks at you beside him, rather than the fish swimming about behind the thick glass.​​ The way the light streaming out of the glass lit up your features in the dimly lit room. 

“Jiseok look! They’ve gotten more sea turtles since the last time we were here,” you pointed out excitedly. Jiseok feels his heart skip a beat. He doesn’t look at the sea turtles, only you. You looked so happy. Jiseok wanted to keep making you happy. He knew something was bothering you lately. As much as he wishes he knew what it was he wishes more that he could keep you happy like this. You pulled Jiseok along with you into the next room. A more well lit room and as Jiseok keeps staring at you he realizes, he’s seeing you in a new light. He said that this was a date as a joke, but now it’s not a joke. He really wants this to be a date with you.

“Jiseok,” you called him, finally noticing his staring. 

“Yeah?” he broke out of his fixated gaze. 

“Why are you staring at me like that?” you questioned. 

“I want this to be an actual date,” he admitted. You take a step back in shock. Resulting in your elbows finally unlinking

“What?” you say. 

“I called this a date as a joke, but I want this real one,” he stated. 

“Jiseok, don’t joke around like this. I really don’t like joking about dates or whatnot right now,” you said. 

“I’m not joking y/n,” he firmly tells you. He is also intrigued by your last sentence. You used to joke about going on dates with Jooyeon all the time, so don’t you like jokes about going on dates now?

“So what? You just realized that you like me all of the sudden?”

“Yes, I just realized that I like you,” he says confidently with a nod of his head. 

“How can you say it so easily? I realized that I liked Jooyeon and have been having a crisis over it for like a week now.” You let your feelings for Jooyeon slip. 

“That’s what got you acting off?” he questioned, not really paying attention to the fact that he told you he liked you and you told him that you liked someone else. 

“I- I… just feel really stupid about it,” you revealed. “Like I liked him the entire time. I was never just joking. How could I not know how I felt?” 

“I just realized that I liked you. It doesn’t make me stupid and it doesn’t make you stupid either. Feelings are weird like that. I guess the main thing would be, are you going to tell Jooyeon how you feel or not?” Jiseok put to question. You didn’t like his question. 

“I don’t know,” you told him honestly. 

“Do you want to?” he rephrased the question. 

“I’d feel weird doing it now when he’s with her,” you tell him. 

“Then don’t tell him right now, or ever,” Jiseok laughed lightly, causing you to give him a weird look. 

“I just told you that I like you. I don’t necessarily want you confessing to someone else,” he explained. It didn’t even really set in until Jiseok said that he confessed to you. You had to take a moment to think about how that made you feel. You never thought about Jiseok like that before. Granted you didn’t think you thought that way about Jooyeon either, not until previously. 

“You like me,” you said as if you were testing it out. Jiseok laughs. 

“Yes, I thought we established that already,” he joked. 

“Why?” you questioned. Again Jiseok laughs. 

“I’m not sure. I just know that I want the one who makes you happy and be someone who you can rely on,” he tells you sincerely. You find that you don’t mind looking at Jiseok in a different light. 

“You already make me happy,” you tell him, taking a step closer.

“Then can this really be a date?” Jiseok questioned with hopeful eyes. He reaches his hand out. 

“My feelings for Jooyeon are still a mess right now, so I think I still need some time, but going on a date later with you sounds nice too.” You take his hand. 

“I wait then.” He squeezed your hand reassuringly. 

Jiseok and you were heading back to your apartment. You didn’t see that a piece of pavement was slightly raised causing you to trip on it. You let out a small yelp and held onto Jiseok’s arm to balance yourself. 

“See you’re falling for me already,” Jiseok remarked as made sure you were ok. His joke makes you laugh, lightly hitting his arm. Jiseok then relinks your arms together “to make sure you don’t fall again”. In reality he just likes the feeling of you right next to him, but you don’t say anything because you like the feeling of being next to him too. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Wait a minute. When did this happen?” Gunil gestures to you and Jiseok all cuddled up on the couch. 

“A couple months back when y/n and I went to the aquarium I realized I liked them, so I told them,” Jiseok told. 

“And you just realized you liked him back?” Gunil said. 

“No, I made him wait a while then I agreed to date him,” you said. Your words didn’t make Gunil feel any less confused. 

“We’re in love. You don’t need to understand. Let us be.” Jiseok shoed Gunil off. You can hear Gunil muttering to the others about how the heck did you and Jiseok end up together. It didn’t really matter how you two ended up together. What mattered was that you and Jiseok couldn’t be happier and never want to be with anyone else. 

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Wanna read alternate endings?

Just Joking? Seungmin Ending?

Just Joking? Jooyeon Ending?

[strwbmei]

Dr. MEI request (sfw and nswf, gender neutral) Yes, relantionship please

pairing(s): pre-established dr. MEI x gn!reader

Dr. MEI HCs

╰┈➤ SFW ;

: ̗̀➛ She really tries to finish her work earlier so she can be back home in your arms as soon as possible, but unfortunately the Honkai don't make that easy for her. Unless you're in the same field, you most likely aren't getting much time together.

: ̗̀➛ Because of that, she ends up using up her leave days very quickly. All of her colleagues were really surprised at first since she'd never done that before, even when she was sick or borderline overworking herself to death, so they were just happy and relieved that Dr. MEI found someone to keep her grounded.

: ̗̀➛ You also just... make her want to take care of herself more. If not for her, then for you. For the first time in her life, she feels like someone would actually be sad if something happened to her.

: ̗̀➛ She can get quite impatient sometimes. Not with you, but with her job. Before the machines in the laboratory can even process the samples she put in, she's already thought of at least four possible fixes for a problem she encountered at work.

: ̗̀➛ Which is why she likes to have you at her office as much as possible. Your presence calms her. She'd probably forget to do the most basic tasks like eating or resting, so even if the two of you can't spend time as lovers when she's working, you can remind her to do just that at the very least.

: ̗̀➛ Also, she's surprisingly very clingy. Even if she's busy, her hands are always on you, squeezing your hand or tracing shapes on your waist. Showing you affection is one of the reasons, but if she's being honest, you're sort of like... a fidget toy to her. Not in a bad way— holding you just really helps her focus more.

: ̗̀➛ She's exactly like a cat with how possessive she can get without even realizing it. She shies away from your affection, but as soon as you give some of your attention to anyone else, she's all over you; her hands suddenly gripping just a little bit too tightly on your waist while she quickly dismisses the other person.

: ̗̀➛ Don't tease her about it, though. Even she isn't aware of what she's doing nor why she's doing it, and if you point it out she'll get all pouty and sulky. It's nothing serious— just give her a quick peck on the lips and look at her with puppy eyes, and she's sure to give in to you like she always has.

NSFW below the cut !

╰┈➤ NSFW ;

: ̗̀➛ She's 100% a switch. Just as much as she wants to make it up to you for never being free and show you just how much she loves you through her actions, there are also times she just wants to be taken care of and spoiled beyond words. Either way though, she'll be very demanding.

: ̗̀➛ And no, you're not doing it in her office. There are countless invaluable samples and research data. She's not risking the world to get laid. At least, under normal circumstances.

: ̗̀➛ She has a lot of suppressed sexual urges that she didn't even know about, so be prepared to fuck until neither of you can walk properly...

: ̗̀➛ Still, she was actually a bit scared of intimacy at first in fear of not being good enough for you or "failing" to make you feel good. It took the two of you a lot of discussing before she even got comfortable enough to take off her clothes in front of you, but you're happy to see that she's grown way more comfortable with you and intimacy in general over time.

: ̗̀➛ When she says she's willing to try anything, she's willing to try anything. She's not the type to say no to something she hasn't tried before. However, she does expect you to be the one to propose new things since she's a bit clueless when it comes to kinks and the like.

: ̗̀➛ She's not very good at vocalizing her needs while the two of you are in the middle of sex, so she prefers to be in positions where she can control the speed and intensity of your love making.

: ̗̀➛ She's a creamer.

: ̗̀➛ There are times when she just... completely loses herself in the moment. You can tell when she's no longer looking into your eyes; gaze instead locked on your body while she's lost in another world of pleasure. She'll be a bit selfish, but you can't deny that you find it extremely attractive...

: ̗̀➛ She's not against quickies, but she definitely prefers sex where she can take her time to make the both of you feel good. There's just something about the intimacy of it all. You're the only one she trusts with her body like this, after all.

[petitelepus]

CAN I REQUEST EITHER AN AIZETSU OR SEKIDO SLAVE!AU SEEING THEIR SWEET OWNER SICK?? like its not your typical sickness, it seems serious and stuff.. And the fact their health degrades so quick and fast out of nowhere (like c0vid for example) since demons can't get sick (if they could theyd heal fast), if possible gn! Or male!reader please! (Also just wanna say i absolutely LOVE your writing, its always such a mood bringer seeing your creations, love it!)

WHY NOT BOTH?

Summary: It's only Sekido and his younger brother Aizetsu left and then you come and buy both of them. You're a very sickly person, always have been until Death would collect you, but if it's up to Sekido, he won't let you die.

Warnings: Deathly ill Reader, Sekido Does The Unspeakable, Mild Warning For Potential Cannibalism?, NOT CANON, I MADE STUFF UP

A/N: Slave!AU, Demon Slaves, Gender Neutral Reader, Sekido, Aizetsu

There were originally 5 of them, 5 brothers, but Sekido and Aizetsu were separated from their brothers ages ago. They had no idea where their brothers were taken and they fought against the authorities so often that they were nearly beaten to death a couple of times already…

Well, Sekido was, but they beat his meeker brother to add to his punishment. What they didn't know was how they fueled the red-eyed Demon's anger but there was very little he could actually do… They were no doubt going to meet their demise if it weren't for you.

You were a bright and kind Master, taking in both Demon brothers when they were on the brink of death. Anyone else would have separated them, but you took them both.

Aizetsu was crying over your kindness, but Sekido couldn't bring himself to do the same. He had experienced enough pain to ever trust anyone other than his brothers, humans even less…

"It's okay," You had told Sekido when you were on your way to your home, smiling so kindly, "I just need you to take care of my house for me and keep me some company."

"Yes, Master," Aizetsu nodded and Sekido grunted, refusing to say anything else, but you didn't seem to mind his silence. The trip to their new home was a little longer than expected, but it was dark and you had no hurry anywhere. Plus, it was all worth it when your private car stopped by this small manor.

"This is my house and your new home." You smiled as you stopped, "Your job will be to keep the place up and running."

"Such a big house…!" Aizetsu was in total awe and you chuckled in a good manner, "I hope I'm not asking too much."

"Nonsense, Master…" The blue-eyed Demon shook his head and you were happy, but as you were trying to get out of the car you tripped and fell on the ground.

"M- Master!" Aizetsu cried out as he quickly jumped after you and proceeded to help you up. You sighed as you got back on your feet and looked at the Demon happily, "Thank you Aizetsu. For a Demon, you're an angel."

The Demon smiled a little, but Sekido wasn't as impressed as his brother was. In his mind, you were too good and frail for your own sake…

So they started to live with you and take care of you and the manor. The Demons soon learned that you and your family were filthy rich, it was only you and them, and that you had dismissed all your former servants.

It was up to Aizetsu to make your meals for you and spend time with you. Especially since Sekido tended to avoid you, so he worked alone around the manor mainly by himself.

Life was, for the first time ever, better for Sekido and Aizetsu. They had a roof over their head, as much meat as they could just eat, and all the modern-day comforts, something most Slaves never got.

But then you got sick…

Inside, Sekido knew. He knew you were sick from the moment you guys met, the moment he saw you secretly cough up blood on that napkin of yours you always carried with you.

Did you honestly think you could keep it a secret? Especially when you had gone out of your way to get the brothers because of this exact reason?

Finally, you had told them how your sickness was terminal and highly contagious to other humans, which was the reason why you had let your entire staff go and why you had gotten these two Demons instead. They couldn't get sick like humans did and as selfish as it might have been, you didn't want to be alone when your sickness would finally take you down.

That was a month ago. You had been bedridden for over a week ago now.

Sekido made his way down the manor's halls and towards your room. Usually, he would just barge in, but lately, since you haven't felt so good, he has started to knock before entering.

"Come on in," Came your weak voice and he entered the grand bedroom. As he entered, he saw his brother attempting to spoonfeed you some soup he had prepared.

"Hi there Sekido…" You said quietly as the Demon approached your bed.

"Master…" He grumbled and Aizetsu looked at his brother sadly, "Brother…

"How…" Sekido frowned as he looked at you, "How are you feeling Master?"

"It's just a flu, silly," You smiled even if you were dead tired, "I'm not gonna die because of this…"

"Idiot…!" Sekido growled under his breath, "Such an awful idiot..!"

They already knew this flu might be the last nail in your coffin. Sekido knew, Aizetsu knew and the Demon hated it how you knew it also. Your time was running out and here you were, trying to assure them that everything was alright!

The red-eyed Demon was angry. Angry at this sickness that possessed you and angry at himself for not being able to help you and-!

"Aizetsu?" You looked at the blue-eyed Demon and smiled weakly, "Will you let me talk to your brother alone?"

"I…" The meek Demon frowned as he nodded, putting the soup on your bedside table before leaving the room. Sekido watched his brother leave and then-

"I'm sorry Sekido…" You said suddenly, "I feel it. I won't survive this night. I'm sorry I was such a bad Master…"

"Don't say that…!" Sekido growled, but you shook your head, "I want you and Aizetsu to take care of the mansion when I'm gone. You can live here as long as you want and-!"

"Don't-!"

"Please…!" You cried out quietly, "I have all the paperwork done. This place is yours. My lawyers and I have taken care of everything. You have my manor and all my money."

"Master…!"

"Use them to find your brothers if you want…" You grinned lightly as you laid down and rested your head on fluffy pillows, "Now… If you excuse me… I think I'm going to take a small nap… I'm so very tired…"

"Master-!"

"Don't worry, silly," You chuckled, "I'll try my best not to kick the bucket just yet…"

Sekido growled as he watched your eyelids slip shut and you fell into a light small sleep. The Demon held his breath, watching you and wishing you wouldn't die.

You had saved them… Now Sekido had to save you.

He had a plan… It was a high risk… But it was a risk he was willing to take for you. With that in mind, he grabbed the soup you had barely touched and left your room…

And then, exactly one hour later, he came back with another bowl of soup he had personally made for you. He put the soup on the table, pulled himself a chair to sit on, and gently proceeded to shake you until you woke up.

"Master? Master!" He called your name and slowly your eyes opened and you looked at the Demon who had woken you up, "Oh, Sekido…? What brings you here?"

"Soup," He stated as he picked up the bowl and showed it to you. You looked at the soup and then at him, amused, "Is this my last meal, perhaps?"

"Eat," He simply ordered as he grabbed a huge spoonful of soup and you chuckled quietly as you opened your mouth and let him feed you. Sekido watched closely as you chewed the chunk of meat he had made sure you would get with your spoonful and he felt relieved when you finally swallowed.

"Ha ha, you're an awful cook Sekido," You laughed lightly, much to his annoyance.

"Tch!" The Demon frowned, "Eat what you are given!"

"I'm just kidding," You smiled, "It just needs a little salt, that is all."

"Should I get some?"

"No," You shook your head, "This is perfect."

Sekido grunted as he kept feeding you and despite your poor desire for food, you were eating well or at least attempting to. Finally, the spoon clanked against the empty bowl and Sekido felt ecstatic. You had eaten his soup.

"Thank you, Sekido," You smiled as you yawned, "I'm so sleepy…"

"Then sleep…!" He grunted and you chuckled at his nature before nodding. "Thank you Sekido…" You thanked him, "Thank you for everything…"

And as you fell asleep, the Demon watched you nervously for the first time in ages… Hoping you would wake up when the morning sun would come…

And the miracle happened and you woke up, feeling better than you had in ages.

"Master!" Aizetsu cried out as he rushed to see you and you blinked as you felt energetic enough to sit up on your own. As Aizetsu hugged you, Sekido grunted as he watched from the sidelines, "Good thing you are feeling better…"

"I do!" You chuckled as you petted the blue-eyed Demon's head, minding his horns, "I feel much better!"

"I'm so glad, Master!" Aizetsu was smiling and you grinned also as you turned to look at the red-eyed Demon who kept his distance, "Sekido?"

"Yes, Master?"

"I'm feeling hungry… Do you mind making me that delicious soup of yours?"

"Sure…" Sekido nodded as he pushed himself away from the wall and made his way out of your room, "I'll make sure to add more salt…"

You laughed lightly, happy to see that apparently, the cranky Demon had some twisted sort of sense of humor.

Days and nights passed and you grew stronger and stronger after each one you managed to survive. Aizetsu was overjoyed and Sekido was feeling better also since you were getting stronger also. You were playing games with his younger brother and his brother was happy also. His happiness was Sekido's.

One day, around lunchtime, Sekido made his way to your room with your lunch. As boring as it was, all the Demon knew what to prepare was soup, but you didn't seem to mind it.

He knocked before entering, "Master, I got your soup-!" He was saying when he noticed that you weren't resting in your bed. He looked and to his shock, he saw you on your knees by the long curtains that shielded the mansion's residents, Sekido and Aizetsu from the burning sunlight.

Only you were hissing and holding your face with your hands…!

"Master!" Sekido cried out as he dropped the soup and rushed to your side. His red eyes widened as he saw the nasty burns on half of your left face and left hand.

"It hurts…!" You hissed as you attempted to look at him, and the Demon grounded his teeth together as he picked you into his arms and carried you to the bed, "Shit, just, hold on, I'll get some medicine-!"

"Sekido…?"

The Demon looked at you and his eyes widened as he watched your skin heal on its own. You gasped as the pain ended and you looked at your slave in pure wonder, "Sekido?"

"What happened!?" He demanded to know and you frowned as you recalled what had happened, "I was… I tried to look outside and then I felt this excruciating pain…"

Sekido frowned as he listened to you and nodded quietly as he bit his lip and tucked you back to the bed, "Idiot, you need more rest than tha-!"

"Sekido, may I ask?" You interrupted him and he nodded, "Of course?"

"What exactly have you been feeding me this past week?"

"…You don't want to know."

"I see." You nodded as you raised your hand and felt your teeth with them and you and both Sekido noticed that your teeth had grown sharper. So sharp that you pricked your finger accidentally.

You winched and licked the blood off, but when you looked, the puncture wound was already healing.

"I might not be human anymore, am I?" You asked and Sekido frowned as he looked aside, "No, Master…"

"Interesting…" You hummed and the Demon's frown deepened, "You should talk with doctors-!"

"I'm not going to see them." You stated and he looked at you, "You're not?"

"Ha ha, my doctors would start asking unwanted questions and perform tests on me." You chuckled as you carefully licked your brand-new teeth, "And I would lose all my wealth and be rendered into a slave. We don't want that, do we?"

"No, Master," Sekido shook his head and you smiled, "As long as I stay here, I should be okay. As far as people may know, I'm just someone who is living on borrowed time. Or a rich loner."

"But…" The Demon looked at you, "You would be a prisoner of your own home?"

"Sekido, I've lived here my whole life inside these walls. What does it matter if choose to spend my new life that way also?" You grinned happily, "Now I can at least walk to my rose garden at night and feel the night air without fear of getting a fever and kicking the bucket."

"You're not mad at me for this?"

"No, I'm thankful for this new chance." You shook your head and motioned Sekido to get closer to you. The Demon did as you asked and to his shock, you hugged him.

"Thank you Sekido," You hugged him tighter, "It must have been so painful. Thank you for saving me."

"You're welcome," He nodded awkwardly and you chuckled as you pulled back from the hug, "Now, we can start looking for your brothers, what do you say? I got enough money coming that we could hire the top private investigator to find them."

"You would do that for me?"

"You and Aizetsu. You both are so very dear to me and I want you to be happy." You grinned, "So hand me that phone and get me a nice RAW steak. I'm hungry like a horse."

Despite his angry nature, for the first time ever, Sekido smiled before you, "Thank you, Master."

"Thank YOU, Sekido."

[cryinginthefkncorner]

Look, i know I’m about to kick a wasps nest, but I need to say it.

I don’t really care for fandom shipping discourse, I don’t take Sides religiously as both have good points, and ultimately I’m just anti-censorship…

…but that doesn’t mean I think the pro side is all right and the anti side is all wrong

Both sides harass the shit out of each other, both sides extremists are bad and need to go touch grass

But y’all also need nuance in these discussions your having

Because let me tell you, as someone who was groomed by multiple predators (one would go on to abuse me Irl for 7 years of my life btw, starting when I was a tween) because of fandom, the pro side of the debate has made it quite clear that they don’t actually care to understand the ramifications of the type of abuse I went through, or to actually listen to survivors of CSA who’s abuse occurred through fandom.

The pro side will be quick to point fingers at adults of kids in fandom, but the adults in charge of me were told by therapists I was seeing at the time that I was “being a normal tween” for believing I wanted to be in a relationship with an adult at 13/14. That I was “over dramatic and should be responsible for what happened” at the hands of this adult when I disclosed the first time about the abuse. I also got in trouble for the evidence of the grooming that was found by my parents, instead of them realizing I was being targeted by a creep.

Part of this was because I was a lonely, bullied, and ostracized kid.

It’s almost like sexual predators bank on adults failing to act and blaming young girls for the abuse. It’s almost like they’re right when they tell young girls that no one will believe them when they disclose. The pro side proves this too by how they justify their romanticization by pointing fingers at parents “not parenting kids” as if they can never do anything wrong, or miss the signs.

My parents missed the signs because they assumed a teenager (who was 17-18 when he started abusing 13 year old me) could not be a pedophile. They were happy their daughter “had finally found someone to talk to” because my own peers hated me and bullied me every chance they got at that age. To the point where I was actively suicidal for years.

All of this grooming happened because I dared to interact with the MLP fandom at 13. And trust me that fandom was filled with pedos at the peak of its popularity. Like I said multiple full grown men groomed and RPG’d in a sexual way with me, even after I disclosed my age. Because I dared to like pastel colored pony’s and I wrote some (PG-13) fanfic, and drew some fanart.

And trust me, I saw the romanticization of my own abuse in that fandom, and seeing it being defended still is disconcerting.

Like, an actual survivor saying “hey, please don’t portray the abuse that ruined my fucking life as a good thing please” shouldn’t make y’all so fucking mad. But it does. And it’s fucking weird.

I’m not going to name call or anything, won’t even tell you what you can or can’t post but just know I’m one of those people where if you are posting that crap and I stumble upon it, or are vocally defending your right to romanticize it, that I’m silently judging you.

And I’m just going to block you if you try to defend it on this post.

I’d say that if you want to avoid drama maybe just get a fucking sensitivity reader if your discussing CSA, and aren’t trying to romanticize it. But apparently sensitivity readers are just “enforcing censorship” or whatever so I know I’m just talking to the equivalent of a brick wall.

Before you bring up not reading this stuff- I don’t, I’m just kinda sick of a real problem in fandom being dismissed and victims being blamed for their abuse

Before you bring up Lolita as a “gotcha” defense- I have reading comprehension abilities, evidenced by how I have a minor in creative writing (which btw involves a metric fuck-ton of reading and discerning meaning and intentions of the author from those readings) Lolita was not defending predators, it’s meaning was twisted by people who want to defend grooming and csa, and since I can tell the difference between condemnation and romanticization, I’m sure a lot of people who share my opinions also can as well. Not everyone with “anti” opinions is uneducated like you think they are, some of us are just expressing why we have limits and why we find certain portrayal distasteful. If you think I’m still wrong i reccomend going back and reading the prologue in Lolita that you obviously skipped.

Before you say I’m advocating for censorship- I’m not, I’m just saying you don’t get to shout at abuse victims who were affected through fandom to shut up. Write insensitive portrayals of traumatizing shit, and then get upset when someone tells you your portrayal is making the traumatizing shit look like it’s a-okay. If you post something on this vein be prepared for someone to say that what you wrote is portraying harmful stereotypes (ie that CSA isn’t harmful if an often repeated myth, it’s akin to saying rape victims were “asking for it” because they were drunk).

Also I’ve never harassed anyone about this in my life, in fact the people who defend romanticization of my abuse are usually just blocked on site, because I just don’t want to deal with the shit-stirring that occurs.

And finally for those who think this is me being against harm reduction- I’m not against harm reduction, maybe these thing are harm reduction for awhile, but eventually, just like alcohol or painkillers, these little fanfic stories aren’t going to be enough for would-be predators forever. They will build up a tolerance where imagination and text isn’t enough anymore, and that’s when they start to actually do the real illegal shit.

If you have reading comprehension you’ll realize I’m am not saying fiction=reality, but to spell it out more clearly, the fiction isn’t making them offend, the inability for the fiction to be enough to get them off is what leads them to offend. It’s like someone who can’t get oxy turning to heroin out of desperation.

When the harm reduction doesn’t work anymore, is it really reducing harm, especially when the stuff they now turn to is the illegal stuff they were supposedly trying to “avoid” in the first place.

Anyway, that’s my thoughts on this shit, I’m tired of seeing it debated or people with the same trauma being told to shut up because the truth is inconvenient. I needed to just get it out.

Anyone who openly defends this crap in the notes or reblogs will be blocked.

[i-just-like-goats]

Gojo x Fem Reader

Summary: part 2 to the "where Gojo's soulmate is an assassin sent to kill him"

Warnings: none that I can think of

WC: 1.4k

Main Masterlist

"So. How are you finding Jujutsu Tech?"

"And my day's automatically ruined," 

You put down your pen as Gojo dragged a chair to sit next to you. 

"If you must know, the students are, on the whole, well behaved. Kugisaki and Itadori lack focus at times but Fushiguro gives them a look and they're back on track. Despite my first impressions of Panda and Maki, they are both dedicated to Jujutsu sorcery. Inumaki hasn’t given me a strong impression yet, but he's diligent," 

"I asked for how you felt about teaching, not a report on how the students are getting on. I know the students but I don't know you," 

"It should stay that way," 

"So cold. I'm shivering," 

Gojo watched as you gathered up the paper strewn around your desk. 

"Notes on the students? You're thorough aren't you?" 

You made no reply and walked straight to the door. Gojo tugged on the red string attached to your smallest finger, prompting you to turn to him exasperatedly. 

"You know, you could make this whole thing a lot easier and more enjoyable if you loosen up a little and actually form relationships with the people around you. But, knowing you, you'll ignore my advice and carry on the way you always have," 

It was a harsh truth, but you knew it to be true. As much as Gojo got on your nerves, he did have a point. But they'd all end up dying anyway, including you. So trivial matters like friendships mattered not to you. 

"I'll see you tomorrow," 

With a sigh, Gojo rubbed his temples. There really was no convincing you. He'd tried his hardest. He greeted you with a smile every morning, he invited you out to eat with him, he gave you tips, he offered to train with you, but it was all for nought. Nothing he did could change your cold attitude. 

Perhaps it was time for him to give up. 

The next morning, you started your day as usual. Nothing was out of the ordinary. Except for the lack of Gojo's upbeat voice ringing in your ears. Good. He finally got the hint. Now you could enjoy the peace and quiet. 

"Ms Y/N," 

"Yes?" 

"It's been an hour and you've still not come to our lesson," 

"Maki, I don't take your morning lessons. Gojo does," 

"Well he said that you knew you'd be taking over for all lessons today," 

She made it a point to look at Gojo's desk. You stood up and walked over to his desk to see a note informing you that he'd gone on a mission and wouldn't be back for a week. 

"I suppose he did. Let's go. I'll help you with close range combat," 

It never failed to surprise you whenever you fought Maki. A grade 4 sorcerer with her skill? It must be some sort of sick joke. The first time you fought her, you were sure that Gojo was pulling your leg, but her grade 4 status was genuine. 

She adapted well to your attacks and her agility far surpassed yours. You tapped her head with your stick. 

"Much better than yesterday. You're a quick learner, but you've still got a tad too many openings whenever you counter my attacks. Just keep that in mind," 

"Understood," 

"Inumaki there isn't much I can do to help you with your cursed technique, so spar with Maki for now while I think of something as I work with Panda," 

They both gave you a thumbs up and walked off to another section of the grounds to spar. Panda waved at you as he walked over. You nodded in acknowledgement and he smiled back. His smile was cute. You couldn't believe your eyes when Gojo first introduced you to a talking Panda, but you’ve grown to respect him.

"You ready?" 

"Sure am!"

Soon enough your time to teach the first years drew nearer, so you dismissed the second year's, promising Inumaki that you'd work with him tomorrow.

"Hi Ms Y/N!"

Itadori, as usual, greeted you with his usual smile. You found your eyes softening for just a moment. It was nice to be smiled at. You slowly rubbed your pinkie finger, it seemed strangely colder than usual.

"Hello Itadori. Fushiguro. Kugisaki,"

Itadori didn't seem to deflate at all despite your much less enthusiastic reply, much like someone you knew. He still was happily ready to learn from you. As a vessel for the King of Curses, his cheery nature always puzzled you. How could such an upbeat boy have the King of Curses residing in him? These students were special. 

"Thank you for teaching us today!"

"You're welcome Itadori,"

Kugisaki and Fushiguro thanked you much more quietly. They openly stared at your hand.

“What’s wrong with my hand? You've all been staring awfully hard at it”

“You’ve been fiddling with your pinkie finger this whole time,” Kugisaki replied.

Widening your eyes, you hastily separated your hands and dismissed the first years.

7 days passed by quickly, but each day you fiddled more and more with your pinkie. It just kept getting colder.

“Ms Y/N you seem to have developed a habit of playing with your pinkie,” Maki remarked.

“Really? I hadn’t noticed,”

You glanced at the first and second years seated in front of you, writing down notes about weak points that you wrote on the board, but quickly settled back into staring out of the window.

“Gojo’s coming back today, so maybe you should stop looking so worried,” Panda said.

“I’m not worried about that blindfolded idiot,”

Everyone in the room excluding you exchanged knowing looks.

“Why do you hate Gojo so much?” Itadori piped up.

“I don’t hate him. I just find him to be insufferable,”

“Is that why you longingly stare into space with a sad face? Do you miss him?”

The whole class gaped at Itadori’s question. It was one thing to subtly hint at the obvious tension between their teachers, but it was out of the question to ever allude to it directly to you.

“It’s ok Ms Y/N, I miss him too!”

You sighed, and simply nodded absentmindedly. Disagreeing with Itadori was a hard thing to do, even for you.

“Don’t you all look glum. I know Y/N’s not as fun as me, but geez you guys look miserable,”

“Gojo!” They all chorused.

In unison, they all stood up to greet him. You smiled softly, and stood up slowly to make your exit and allow them some time with Gojo. A small tug on your pinkie had you stopping momentarily, allowing Gojo to flash a smile at you. Sighing, you shook your head and left the classroom to sit in the staff room. 

It felt warm again.

“Missed me?”

You scowled at Gojo.

“I’m surprised the kids let you go,”

“The kids. They encouraged me to find you,”

Gojo took a step closer to you, making you aware of the fact that you were playing with your pinkie again.

“I missed your scowl, but I wish you would smile some more,”

You parted your lips ready to retort something back, but Gojo had already left. And the cold feeling returned.

"No good morning greeting?"

"Why? Do you miss it?"

"As if,"

Gojo shrugged and you continued to write up your lesson plan. You heard hushed voices whispering outside the classroom door.

"I can hear you, you know. Get to class, Gojo's going to be taking your morning class soon,"

A few feet padded past the door as your students scurried to get to their lesson.

“Hey that tickles you know,”

“What?”

With his signature smile, Gojo gestured to your pinkie then to his own.

“You twiddling with the string gives me a ticklish feeling. Are you perhaps warming up to me?”

“In your dreams,”

And like always, you immediately stopped playing with the string. You felt a tug on your pinkie. It felt cold again. Why was the cold feeling returning?

“I’ll see you later,”

As usual, you made no reply and continued sifting through your papers. 

After what felt like hours of being hunched at your desk, you decided to take a walk to clear your mind. The warm feeling in your pinkie returned, but only slightly. What was going on with the temperature changes? Was it a sign of Gojo’s life dwindling away? No. That couldn’t be it.

He’s the strongest sorcerer in the world.

“Ms Y/N!”

A/N: I hate cliff hangers too, but the fic was getting longer than expected, sorry lol. Part 3 is coming dw :D

[numbugwritingblog]

The Miracle Mind of Serene: the Tale of a Girl and a Ghost (Chapter 4)

Previous Chapter

Index

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26/01/2018

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“... Is that the psychic?”

“Well-”

“This is my friend Selena. She’s always getting mistaken for Serene, she’s absolutely sick of it.”

“Uh… Yes! That’s right. I’m thinking of getting my name changed, even…”

Aura looked at this catgirl, who looked oh-so-similar to that Serene lady she’s seen on the news, and then to her brother Terra. Do they really think they can fool her so easily? “And how come I never met this suspiciously similar stranger?”

Terra’s smug little grin was odd. This is obviously Serene, he wasn’t going to be able to-

“You got no room to argue, you didn’t even know about Tim until I broke up with him!”

Fuck! “Y-you were barely with him!” Aura did her best to defend herself, but being exposed like this in front of a stranger was already embarrassing enough.

“Only if you think a whole fucking year is “barely”,” Terra reiterated. “Is it?”

They… they were together a whole year?! Aura did her best to dismiss the embarrassment with a huff, marching off. Her previous suspicion of “Selena” completely forgotten from how absolutely embarrassed she now was.

Indeed, she marched directly into the woman’s bathroom and made her way to the sink, running the water to wet her face and chill her nerves so that she could think straight. “Did I really not know my brother was dating him for a whole year?” she grumbled to herself, looking straight in the mirror. “He’s got to be fucking with-” a deep involuntary gasp escaped her lips, before she stopped moving.

But not by choice. Something else was moving her body.

“Finally, an employee,” she heard her own lips speak, as she felt her head look down and a hand check the nametag on her shirt. “... Aura, is it?”

Who’s… what’s happening?! It was like she was a puppet on a string, helpless to do anything but watch as her own body stretched.

She started walking, only to stop at the last second, forced to look at her face in the reflection. “Sorry about doing this in the bathroom, it’s the only place that there’s any privacy.”

She didn’t even think about that, but the realisation made her furious. Not that her body showcased any of that, instead moving back into a focus. This pervert was now in control of her! What was he going to make her do?

When she made her way to the kitchen and grabbed one of the knives, she knew what the stranger was likely intending.

And she couldn’t do anything to warn anyone.

---

“In fact… that guy over there, see how his cup’s right on the edge? If you knock it over it’ll certainly give him a fright, and you can even make sure he doesn’t lose his drink.”

Serene was quiet, looking Terra right in the eyes. She had only one reaction to his suggestion. “Seriously?”

“Well- Alright, say no more.” He was quick to relent, leaning back in his seat. “Just thought you might find it fun to kick back and actually use your…” he looked around the restaurant briefly before turning back to Serene, “...skills, to entertain yourself.”

“I’m not a fancy toy, you know.”

Terra’s ears immediately flicked back at that remark, shaking his head. “I just thought you might find it fun, promise.”

Serene let out a small sigh, eyeing Terra. “You don’t know what I find fun.”

Terra raised a finger to speak, only to find himself pausing. “Okay, okay, true.” He lowered his finger, looking Serene in the eye. “But neither do you.”

“I-” Serene cleared her throat, blushing lightly from embarrassment.

“Think, what is something you really like to do? Even if you don’t usually do it?”

Serene let out a sigh, putting a hand to her chin. “Well… my job is-”

“Psh, not your job,” Terra affirmed. “Something fun, something you do when winding down from a job.””

“Well…” Serene thought to herself some more. What about… wait. “I like to read,” Serene said with a hum, satisfied that she was able to come up with a real answer.

“Yeah, what about?”

“I really like reading up on other people. N-not real people, like… stories about how people lived.”

Terra let out a chuckle. “I thought your answer was gonna be stories about psychics.”

“Actually…” Serene paused a little bit, rubbing the back of her head. “I don’t like reading about people with psychic powers. It just feels… weird, you know?”

Terra tilted his head slightly at that, something had caught his intrigue. When one of his ears flopped down over his face, he let out a small huff to blow it out of the way. “Read any from before you were born?”

“Huh? No, why?”

“Well-” Terra paused. “... Nevermind.”

“Okay…” Serene cleared her throat, looking around. “What about you? What do you like to read?”

“I mean, I’ve checked out a book every once in a while, but I’m not a huge fan.”

“Well surely you do something, right? You don’t just go to the park day in and day out, do you?”

Terra let out a small chuckle, nodding. “Actually, I’ve been thinking of getting into hiking.”

Serene took one look at this lil’ bunny, shorter than she was. “Really?”

“Rea- yes of course!” Terra called out. They got a look or two, and thankfully nobody recognised Serene in that exchange. “I’m tired of being stuck in this little slice of the city, I love to get on my feet and see where the world takes me.”

Serene nodded. “Ah, I can relate.”

Wait, what? … No, she does relate. But why?

Terra let out a small chuckle, grinning wide. “In that case I should take you along with me, take up hiking together.”

Serene put a hand up to decline, but paused. She was not under surveillance for a whole month. She wasn’t going to do any training for at least a little bit after what happened. She needed to do something with that free time. “...You know what? Sure, I can come.”

“Great!” Terra called out. “It’s a date~” Innocent language, but Terra’s cheeky grin made it clear that it wasn’t so innocent.

“Wha- I- uh-” Serene’s cheeks went bright red at that. He meant a real date? She… was not expecting that.

Terra let out a cheeky giggle, grinning wide. “You’re cute when you’re flustered. But don’t worr- EEH!”

His chair moved on its own, he was certain of it. And with that Terra came tumbling down onto the ground, but the impact was… a lot softer than it should have been.

Hearing a laugh or two, Terra let out a small grumble before he trudged back onto his feet. He saw Serene giggling and, more importantly, that behind her mask her eyes were glowing a faint white.

“You know what, you’re cute when you’re fumbling around.” Her embarrassment was gone, probably because she had just taken control of the conversation’s pacing.

Normally, Terra would be more annoyed at knowing someone tripped him on purpose. But not only was she cute, but it meant he was totally right. She would enjoy messing with someone with her psychic powers, if given the right push. Brushing himself off, he let out another chuckle. “I take it back, do worry because this is gonna be a date to remember~”

Still blushing, Serene let out another chuckle. “Well… okay, okay, I’ll be there~ When?”

Terra took out his pen and notepad as a waiter, and began writing down some numbers before passing the piece of paper to her. “Here’s my number, may I have yours? Then I’ll ring you when I can confirm my next day off.”

Serene let out a soft hum, writing down her own number. “That sounds nice. I can’t wait!”

---

Damion was in a confusing situation. His daughter, Aura, now had his wife, Amanda, held hostage with a knife to the throat, and was asking about Richard.

And he knew exactly what to say.

“Who?”

He did not know who Richard was at all.

“Don’t play dumb with me!” Aura snapped in a low growl, something that was quite uncharacteristic of her. “Richard’s a regular at this restaurant, loves the place. So tell me where he is, or failing that, something that will help me find him.”

This was the worst possible moment not to know someone. There is nothing more that he’d love than to save his wife, but… he didn’t know how.

Amanda yelled out with fury, the knife at her throat only barely keeping her from turning around and punching Aura then and there. “You do not treat your mother like this!”

Aura was quiet at first. Maybe whatever was going on they had snapped her out of it?

“So she’s your daughter…” What?

Aura moved the knife away from Amanda’s throat before kicking the woman down onto the ground. Before either of them could move, she put the knife to her throat. “Tell me what you know about Richard. Or she dies.”

… No… This must be him. The ghost that was in the newspaper with that psychic girl. “Mortis.”

The bunny woman in front of them said nothing in response. But there was no doubt in his mind. This wasn’t Aura at all, it was Mortis controlling her.

Amanda picked up on it too (though whether it was on her own or from her husband’s deduction was unclear), her rage entirely gone in an instant. “Stop… I’ll tell you, just-” she wiped away the tear in her eye. “Please don’t hurt my baby girl.”

Hearing his daughter chuckle in such a sinister tone with a knife to her throat was the most frightening thing Damion had ever seen. “What are you waiting for?”

Amanda nodded, making her way right to the computer. “I don’t know where Richard lives, BUT-!” She was quick to add the interjection, just in case Mortis took it the wrong way. “He always swings by in the same limousine, and I can get the licence plate through the security cameras.”

“Good.”

---

“And there you have it,” Terra said with a grin as he tucked away Serene’s number, leaning back. “I’ll make sure you feel like the luckiest girl in the world~”

Serene let out a small giggle, stashing away Terra’s number within her purse. “If you think about it, I kind of already am.”

Terra blinked, looking back to her. Then his smile came back. “Yeah, of course, you scored a date with me, that’s some real luck.”

Another giggle. “No no, I mean… Not everyone has psychic powers, right?”

Terra notably shrugged in response. “So? Is that special to you?”

Is that- Serene stammered at the question. Nobody had ever asked her that about psychic powers, of all things. “I mean- obviously? So many people would kill to have them, and there’s people scared of me just because-”

“That shit sounds like other people thinking it’s so special. Are they special to you?”

Serene… had to think about it. How special were her psychic talents to herself? “I…” She found herself thinking back to earlier that very night, how strange it was to act without them. “Honestly… it feels normal. Like it’s just me.”

Terra nodded. “That’s good to know.”

Serene let out a small sigh, looking down to her phone. “You’re not worried? About the powers?”

“Pffft, why would I?”

“You’d be the first…”

Terra leaned forward in his seat, looking over to Serene. “... I don’t give a shit if you can fire death rays out of your eyes, you seem nice.”

Serene gave another small giggle, which left a warm smile on her face.

Then Terra abruptly got to his feet. “Well I gotta go, if I don’t get new orders barked at me then they’ll think I’m slacking off.”

Serene nodded. “Thank you. I should be getting ready to go too. I’ll see you before I leave, though!”

“See ya then!” Terra smiled wide, making his way straight to the kitchen, ready to hear whatever new orders his mother would give him.

Strange. Usually at least one of his family members was in the kitchen with the other cooks. Maybe they were having a meeting in her office.

---

Mortis had memorised the licence plate by now, grinning. “And there you have it.” Mortis said with a pleased hum, taking the knife and stabbing it into the table. “Your daughter lives another day.”

“Don’t think we’re not going to tell,” Damion said with a glare.

Mortis grinned wide, looking over to Damion. “How do you arrest a dead man?”

… Damion was silent.

But not Amanda. “They’ll arrest the psychic girl that’s with you.”

Mortis began laughing at that, gently patting Amanda on the head, knowing how on edge the two of them were. Then the laughter turned into an intense coughing fit, as he dropped to his knees. Then the coughing turned into sobbing.

Damion moved right in, hopeful that it at least meant his daughter was back. “Aura?”

“I’m sorry,” Aura choked out through heavy sobs, curling up into a ball now that she was in control of herself again. “I’m sorry mom, I’m sorry dad, I couldn’t do anything.”

Amanda moved in to help her up - only for Damion to gently put an arm in the way. He sat down with her, holding her in his arms as he began to cry as well. “It’s not your fault. It’s not your fault…”

Amanda looked down to the table, letting out a growl of anger as she swung a punch at it - all this achieved was hurting her own hand, leaving her to hold her fist as she looked for something softer to punch. “Damn that little fucking shit to hell!”

“Mom? Is something going on?” The three of them all looked up to see the door handle open up, Terra walking right in. “Did a customer spit on you or-...” Seeing Aura and Damion on the floor was all it took for Terra to realise something big had happened.

Aura looked up, tears still in her eyes. “I- I was taken over. By that ghost…”

Terra’s eyes widened. “Ghost? Like… The one on the news? With that girl Serene?”

“Yes, him!” All three called out in unison.

Terra was silent, before looking back to the doorway. “I’ll be back in a second. It’s directly related, I promise.” Before they could answer, he rushed back out the door - swiftly walking back to where Serene was…

---

Serene saw the ball of flame that was Mortis flying back towards her, flying around her quickly.

“What? What is it, Mo- uh, you?” Serene asked softly.

The fireball started moving towards the exit, before flying back to her.

“Leave?” Mortis’s movement of up and down clearly suggested a yes.

“Just a moment, Terra said he was going to come back.”

With that Mortis began moving more frantically.

Serene let out a huff. “Just because you’re done with your business doesn’t mean I’m done with mine, you can just wait.”

It was then she could see Terra popping back into view, where she gave a friendly wave. He seemed to be approaching quickly.

The ball of flame then moved towards the phone, a horrific digital noise ringing from the phone throughout the restaurant.

Serene quickly lowered her head and put a hand over the phone. “S-sorry…!” She called out.

Once the noise died down, she picked up the phone to look at Mortis.

“We’re done, we need to-”

“He’s here anyways, so you can just wait a minute.”

“We’re not here for-”

“Just wait!” She had to hold herself back just to make sure she wasn’t yelling, glaring at her phone.

“... Just let me talk to him first, then. Just a few seconds.”

Serene let out a sigh. “... Fine, fine. But I’m not leaving until I’m done talking with him.”

“Deal.”

Finally Terra reached her, leaning in close. “Serene, did-”

“Hang on,” she said softly, passing over her phone. “Mortis wanted to talk to you first, I don’t know why.”

“But-”

The phone went on loudspeaker, letting Mortis speak up. “It’ll just take a few seconds,” the digitised voice spoke up.

Terra glared at the phone, slowly putting it up to his ear. “Listen here-”

“No you listen,” the voice spoke up, unheard to all but Terra. “I can only guess you figured out what happened-”

“Damn right I-”

“And,” Mortis talked over Terra without missing a beat, “if you tell her anything I won’t just kill you, I’ll kill every single one of them.”

Terra froze, glaring even harder. Nobody bossed him around.

…But there was nothing he could do, and he knew that. Ghosts were well known for their ability to not be touchable. “...Understood.”

“Good. I’m done talking to you, as long as she doesn’t know what’s going on, I don’t care what you say.”

Terra passed the phone right back to Serene, still glaring. “Serene?”

“Yeah?” Serene asked. “What is it?”

“He’s an asshole.”

Serene let out a sigh. “I’ll… talk to him.”

Terra let out a sigh. “Don’t trust him.”

“What? He’s a nice person, he helped me,” Serene said. “He’s just… rough around the edges.”

“He sure does have a lot of edges.”

Serene wanted to continue defending Mortis. But… “Yeah, he does.” Even she had her limits. “I’ll see you on the date!”

“The what?” Mortis’s voice called out from the phone.

“Shush,” Serene spoke quickly.

“Yeah, the date…” Terra said softly, not even pretending to be excited unlike prior.

Serene let out a hum, waving goodbye as she got her things. “But I should get going now, Mortis is really impatient.”

Terra let out a dry, low chuckle. Much more venom than previously. “Yeah, he’s really full of flaws, isn’t he?”

Serene let out a sigh. “I’ll… make sure he’s not present for our date.”

Terra let out a sigh. “... Thanks. I’ve got… important business, so I gotta go. See ya, ‘Selena’.”

Serene let out a small giggle. “Bye, Terra.” She thought about opening her arms for a hug, or kissing the back of his hand. She should… but that would be inappropriate, wouldn’t it? They hadn’t even gone on one date yet, afterall. But isn’t that what they do in the books?

She blinked, and realised that Terra had already hurried back out. She cleared her throat, gathering her things before walking back out the front door. “So what did you find?” Serene asked softly, holding the phone up to her ear.

“Oh, I know the licence plate for his limo now,” Mortis said with a small cackle. “Richard, we’re one step closer to catching you, you little w-... uh, you little traitor…”

Serene let out a hum. “Okay, that’s good.”

Silence.

“Aren’t you going to ask how my night went?”

Mortis let out a small huff. “What’s there to ask? You clearly had googly eyes for that little twig.”

Nevermind. “I’ll just… go home, then.”

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Terra made his way back to his family, about to speak.

“Where did you leave in such a hurry!” Amanda yelled out off the bat, glaring at him with fury.

Terra cleared his throat. “I met Serene just below, I was just checking if she was involved!”

“You should’ve called the cops if you knew she was in there!”

“Actually,” Terra spoke up. “I don’t think she’s involved, because Mortis had threatened all of our lives if I told her anything, so she really does have no idea.”

“Did you tell her?”

“Fuck no!” Terra called out.

“Coward.”

“Cowa- what can I do about a murderous ghost, mom?!”

“Don’t let him walk all over you!”

“Don’t dodge the question! Tell me! What can I do?!”

“SHUT UP!” Aura cried out, fur stained with tears by now. “Both of you, just shut up!”

Amanda zipped up, glaring right at Terra.

Terra, however, let out a heavy sigh. “... Sorry.”

Aura let out a sigh. “I… I don’t want to think about it anymore.”

Damion nodded. “I think the best thing we can do is to take some time off.”

“Time off?” Amanda called out. “We need to keep the store running for some cash.”

Damion glared right at her. “Really? We’re all on edge and you think the best thing to do is to keep the pressure of work on us?”

Amanda let out a sigh, slumping back into her seat. “... Yes, you’re right, my Darling Damion. I’ll close the restaurant for a week.”

Damion walked up towards Amanda, gently hugging her while she’s in her seat. “Don’t worry, you’re safe now. You all are.”

For some reason, Terra certainly didn’t feel safe, despite his father’s reassurance.

Not when he was in a psychotic ghost’s sights.

And Serene.

She had no idea what she was going to go through.