#like they dont need to sleep so i dont imagine they feel drowsiness in a typical way

[wackywatchdotcom]

...are they getting up for adventures at/before 6am every day?

like maybe the adventure for ep 4 is especially long, or maybe the work day was technically shorter and the clock was just going fast. but gangle says ragatha "gets off in an hour" and a full hour on the clock passes, and in previous scenes it really does seem to be going at a standard clock speed

even if this was a one time thing it still implies that adventures generally start at 6. and even thats not accounting for the fact that like... the show is operating on cartoon logic where the ~25 minutes we see isnt necessarily the exact same timespan that the characters are actually experiencing...

and honestly no matter what its implying that caine is completely willing to expect the circus members to be up at 6 in the morning for adventures

[sukunasweetheart]

Watching angsty romance films with sukuna while youre sick... biggest mistake he ever made bc hes sitting there like: 😐

while youre dramatically sobbing: 🥹😭🥺EEUEEEE 😢🥹WEEHHHHH 😭😭😭😭

Youre more emotionally vulnerable when youre sick so you start crying at every little thing, becoming a sniffling mess, especially at tearjerker films

Actually, he prefers when you cry like this, rather than your silent crying. He doesn't like you hiding things from him. Also, its funnier when youre upset in a silly way. It strikes a nerve in his chest when you're actually upset.

Imagine you plead him to feed the soup or porridge he makes for you (please? 🥺) and he does it reluctantly, even blowing on the spoon to cool it down before giving it to you. You giggle after every spoonful and he tells you to be quiet, else he's going to make you eat it yourself.

And youre awfully clingy with him, more than usual, asking to hold hands and asking him where he's going every time he stands up. "i'm just going to take a piss, jesus. Stay put."

And after he comes back, he finds you napping, having fallen into a deep sleep. Probably from the drowsy medications. Then he will freely check your temperature and change the cloth on your forehead while you're not watching him.

once you wake up again, its back to sad films. sukuna doesn't understand why you're doing this to yourself but he's not gonna put in effort to stop you if that's what you really want... the film you watch with him ends with the male lead dying, leaving his girlfriend behind...

"babe 🥹"

"what?"

"i'll never date someone else even if you die first..."

"you don't need to worry about that. i ain't dying."

"babeeee 🥹 dont die, okay?"

"i'm not dying! 💢"

you're the sick one here!! and then he demands that you go to sleep now, since youll just dehydrate yourself by exhausting your tear ducts but you say you can't yet bc youre not sleepy...

the rest of the day ends with you just doing your own thing, playing games or whatever, and him scrolling on his phone beside you until you feel tired enough

[the-monkeies-girl]

'come back' this 'why dont you just quit' that SHUT UP ART TAKES TIME and i'M GOING THROUGH STUFF. I swear I'm working on stuff for other characters Caesar is my comfort CHARACTER THO.

Before the Sun.

Caesar was teetering between deep sleep and a lucid state, the fluttering of his eyelids were indicative of that. A soft smile tugged its way onto your expression, fallen with slumber itself as you had only just woken up a minute prior. The Ape King was vulnerable, or at least so you thought as your stare studied the way Caesar was resting on his stomach, his shoulders rising and falling with an inclined pace of drowsiness. It was rare in and of itself to see the broad body of him sleeping, every carnal and primal intent seeped out of the very tips of his fur the night before casting in you in a naked hue beside him.

He never slid his entire large frame on your side, save for the usual arm that was spread against your roused body, ultimately keeping you pinned between the rippled muscles under his thickened furred forearm and the animal hides that helped cushion the nest below on your back. 

It was hard to see the angles of his face much to your displeasure as the dawn had yet to crest itself into the shared bed bringing with it the first morning light that played shadows of delicacies against Caesar’s already sharpened features. Instead, you found your fingers dragging against the grain of Caesar’s furred arm, upwards towards his bicep, never admitting that you longed to have him awake but that was the intent deep inside of your dozy train of thought. 

There was a grumble of a baritone from the Ape beside you. “You… should be sleeping…” “I could say the same.” The retort you had was quick as if you anticipated his words, a smile of acute fondness taking hold against the edges of your lips. Caesar processed your words slowly, hearing the infliction you had used and without even looking towards you, he was able to deduce that you had been smiling. Something he himself desired to see. The Chimp was still lingering in a dream-state as he rolled his gaze open just long enough to make minor eye contact that cause you to yearn to see the green-gold of his irises looking at you and only you as if it were the first time making such intimate contact in the first place. It felt ardent and aggressive, the way that your heart fluttered against your ribcage with his next words, the deep richness like silken honey enough to keep you captivated. “Hm… Council meeting… This morning. Must… Wake soon.”

The words made sense but you were unwilling to waver to them as did Caesar as you were pulled inwards towards him. As if the 'C' shaped position he held his hand against your exposed skin, exploding the nerves to the point of exasperated goosebumps, was gravity itself and you found it difficult not to help the equation by rolling and bringing your face into his neck. You could almost feel the movement of the ripping muscles of Caesar's jugular as he adjusted his head for your placement, always happy and fulfilled to let his face press into the crown of your head as you puzzled your expression into his neck. Eyelids fluttered shut at the impact that felt so natural.

His scent was indescribable as usual to your waking nostrils which then began to tangle happily with the dreams that you imagined were ingrained in some deepened part of your subconscious. Deeply stuck with notes of the Muir Woods, the vines snaking up the trees and musk as if Caesar had accidentally rubbed his shoulder against dampened foliage and the tiny droplets of moisture were still clinging to the frayed tips of his fur.

All so inviting and all too alluring as your eyelids fluttered shut in drowsed bliss for a split second longer than you would have liked as you wanted to do nothing more than admire Caesar before he needed to trudge himself out of the nest to begin his day. Shoulders strong and wide, gait paced and sure. Green and golden catapulted irises that were so intent and detailed on all aspects around him that it was a spectacle itself to watch Caesar scan the Colony in search of answers that bore no inquiry to being with. All things that translated and transcended all attention from Apes and Humans alike in his presense.

“It’s not morning yet…” Your voice is barely above a whisper as Caesar chortled in response, a mixture of innate affection from your teasing phrase and the way that your breath catapulted against his fur, sinking in from the proximity your face was to his thickened neck into his skin below and shattering against it like fire against an ice sheet. Canines peeking out momentarily which captivated your faltering gaze before they rested shut permanently, consumed by the warmth that Caesar always provided along with the shield of protection that always lingered around your Mate.

"The Sun's not even up..." That tapered off with a slumber filled yawn against Caesar's fur, a few strands letting them case between your lips as you beckoned your body closer to the Ape and entangling yourself further much to Caesar's adamance to wake sooner rather than later.

Feeling you soft against his harder body coated with pristine and thickly dense muscles, the ricochets of your breathing along his neck and down the scape towards where his shoulder fused all tempted him to linger, to stay and bide time that was meant for a meeting. Caesar could spare a few moments, maybe even minutes if you wanted to be more persuasive.

You could feel the pressing of ovals against your side as his grip on your tender and naked flesh became more possessive and coated with intentions that were fluttering against the horizon just like the Sun itself. He'd wait to get up until it had risen. Despite it being a Human Technicality. Caesar would have it no other way as he grunted quietly, fusing your body against his to keep warm for the rest of the pre-dawn morn.

[mybeautifulreina]

Driver

My brain farted another fart, and here we are, having another shitpost or hc? Anyway, here I think about the brothers about their driving.

Lucifer ~the main driver of the family ~when he feels too drowsy (after chugging ten cans of coffee), he will let Mammon be the driver ~I can imagine him always clicking his tongue and being mad when other drivers are violating the rules and glaring at that driver ~"Why the heck did that driver bring their car so fast?!" "Tsk" "Did that car try to cut the queue?" "Can't they see the traffic light is red now? Hmph! How irresponsible they can be" ~if you don't like the old man nagging, I advise you to always bring and wear the earplugs with you

Mammon ~in his room, there is a car ~HE WORKS HIS ASS OFF TO GET THAT CAR ~will be your personal driver ~with him, you will get the best experience of riding the car ~imagine my reader, your and his favourite song at full volume, in the middle of the highway and night, at high speed, and both of you have the greatest time alone in his car ~thats the best thing ever where no one could disturb both of you ~just you, Mammon and his beloved car could not forget his lovely goldie

Leviathan ~don't you ever let this introverted guy fool you ~this guy has a title in Devildom Navy for a reason ~he knows how to drive but refuses to bring the car since this guy hole up in his room for who knows how long, and there are Lucifer and Mammon to be the family driver ~the type of demon that follow the rules ~anime theme opening songs all the way ~never touch the radio, or else he will summon Lotan in the middle of the highway

Satan ~even if he wants to drive the car, all the brothers are in unison to not let him sit nearer to the driver's seat ~he is an avatar of wrath, my dear reader ~he will despise those ruler breakers on the street ~putting the curses, throwing tantrums to the unresponsible drivers ~just let him read the book in the passenger seat ~ I wonder if he gets motion sickness during the journey

Asmodeus ~not gonna be a driver ~never ~why need to hassle himself when there is Lucifer and Mammon to become the driver ~will be extra fun when you, Mammon and Asmo go for a middle-of-the-night drive (of course Mammon gonna be the driver)

Beelzebub ~another one that is forbidden to be a driver ~or else he will eat the steering ~if he ever has his car, I can imagine that he decorating his car with a food theme(hamburger theme like in the Spongebob movie idk)

Belphegor ~no one allows him to be the driver since the possibility of him falling asleep during driving is high ~he even doesn't want to drive in the first place ~he wants to hug his pillow, sit at the back and sleep ~dont worry about his back since this guy can sleep anywhere and anytime (and that includes the position)

[technowoah]

could you do 21 and 23 from the prompt list with george x gn! or fem!reader?

btw i adore your writing!! i love all your ideas and your imagines are so original ahhh i love them sm

So Cliché [3:41 am]

TYSM! OMG THAT MEANS A LOT TO ME🤚🏾😭

Also sorry this came out so late

I am guessing the prompts are from the fluff list, but if this isn't what you wanted I'll do it from the angst list!

21) "Are you up? Do you need me to stay up?"

23) "Pinki promise kiss"

⚠︎ swearing, fluffy stuff, i didn't proofread 😪

Your eyes adjusted to the dark bedroom you were in. The door was closed and the curtains were slightly opened letting in the slightest slither of light inside. The sun hasn't rose yet and your body felt heavy. You turned around under the warm covers of your bed and looked at the clock beside your bed that shined 3:41 am.

You groaned as you rotated around in bed until you found a comfortable way to lay down. Time seemed to be going slower when you woke up, the need to sleep flooded your mind but you just couldn't relax. Turning around again you faced your closed door that led to the hallway. The door always had to be at least cracked and not completely closed, but your roomate was making too much noise at an ungodly hour.

Living alone wasn't good for you at all, you didn't feel comfortable living alone. It was so quiet all the time and no one was around to entertain you or comfort you when things went bump in the night until your friend George suggested that you moved in with him. You always complained that you needed a roommate so he proposed the idea that you two moved in together to make you feel safe.

A few days from that conversation you packed your things and moved in with George. Slowly but surely you moved all of your things into George's place and he was always there to help. George had two bedrooms in his house and they were right next to eachother. You both woke up around the same time and went to bed at totally different times.

George and you always made breakfast together, sat around the house thinking of things to do and just end up sitting on the couch watching anything interesting he finds, doing chores and going out quickly to then inevitably end up back to the couch to do absolutely nothing. George always ended up sleeping while you two had this time together because he stayed up so late you dont know how he could sleep like a baby like that all the time. He ended up either laying on the armrest of the couch or on your shoulder. You always thought that was uncomfortable for him, but he always ended up there. The last couple times he ended up laying on your thighs which flustered you the first time, and the second, basically anytime he goes to lay on your lap you tense up.

You weren't afraid of physical touch, but this was new to you, you've grown accustomed to George and you think you a crush evolved from nothing. You two have been really close and it all started with a stupid Minecraft server. Ever since you moved in you two have grown closer than ever and your complicated feelings if you would want George as a boyfriend or not flooded your mind as we speak.

[4:01]

You still couldn't sleep and it was becoming a problem. You tossed and turned until you felt comfortable and began to count sheep, but you already got to 40 and didn't feel sleepy at all. Encasing yourself underneath your covers didn't help, it only made you hot. You were wide awake at this point. You had sat up and got out of your bed slipping on some fluffy socks and quitely opened the door and shuffled your way to the living room. You tried to stay quiet trying to keep George asleep as you turned on the TV.

Turning down the volume you sat there for a while underneath a blanket you and George had on the couch for times like this. You had a throw pillow underneath your head while you layed horizontal, across the couch. Two shows later and your eyes began to droop, it was a sense of accomplishment because you were finally sleeping so you stayed there still so you continue to lull yourself to sleep.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?" George asked with tired eyes and gravelly voice. "Are you up? Do you need me to stay up?"

"Fuck you George. I was about to go to sleep. I kinda want you up with me." You complained as you pulled the blanket over your head with your eyes still closed.

"C'mon silly get in your bed. Were you here all night?" George said while leaning against a wall, clearly still tired.

"No. I couldn't sleep. Why are you here?" You asked, but your words mumbled together.

"I heard the TV." George pointed at the TV that was illuminating objects in the dark.

You hummed and he did as well. "Are you okay bub?"

You had a small smile on your face, you loved the small petnames he gave you. You had a small feeling that he didn't mean it in the romantic way you wanted it to be.

"I woke up and cant sleep now. I was almost asleep, but you came in so.." You said still drowsy from staying in the state of in-between being awake and sleep.

"Im sorry." George said with his head against the wall, eyes closed. "Mm sorry I'm tired." George wiped his face.

"Could you sleep with me?"

"What?" George asked laughing slightly.

"No not that, just sleep in the same bed." You said. Your brain was just working on his own. You wouldn't have said this if you were awake, but you were desperate and needed sleep. Also you were touch starved and your crush on George was becoming more apparent each day, but that wasnt the point now.

"Yeah I'll do that." George said while pushing himself off of the wall.

"What?" You said thinking he would reject the offer.

"You sound like me. Come on." George said making his way over to you and reaching his arms out. You sat up looking at him with half open eyes and ended up grabbing both of his hands to pull yourself up.

Once both of you were on your feet you both lazily made your way to your bedroom. You mad yourself comfortable under the covers while George sat ontop, restricting the cover's movements.

"You're ontop of the blankets, it's weird." You mumbled.

"Sorry, sorry. Um, what would you want me to do?" George asked as he got off of the bed and stood there awaiting for an answer.

Your back was facing towards him when you answered. "Come on under the covers, I dont bite." You faced towards him when you said that.

He smiled a bit and then got under the covers with you, he layed on his back facing the ceiling and his hands on his stomach. He was uncomfortable.

You turnedon your side facing George. "Are you uncomfortable? If you want you can leav-"

"No! No. Im just- Ive never done this before you know. I've never comforted anyone like this." George quickly said.

"Like cuddled anyone?"

"Like cuddle, yeah."

A silence fell upon you two until George laid on his side facing you. His face was close to yours and you tried not to freak out right in front of him. He reached his hand across your body and started to rub your back. You shuffled your body a little so that your heads weren't at the same level, you were level with his chest and you got closer leaning your forehead against his chest. You both got more comfortable and got closer in touch, he soothingly rubbed your back trying to lull you to sleep.

It was a while that you both layed like this, basking in eachothers comfort

"I wish I could sing like Wilbur. That would make this moment better." George whispered against your hair.

"You being here makes this moment already great though." You whispered as well hoping he could hear you.

"Really?"

"Really. I mean it. I love this." You pulled him close.

"I love 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ."

"I love you too."

You smiled with your eyes closed. "Promise you love me?"

"Pinki promise I love you." George lazily locked both of your little fingers together.

"Pinki promise kiss." You puckered your lips hoping he would get the hint.

You heard George chuckle and he softly pecked you lips, it was like he was testing the waters. You opened your eyes and he had a small tired smile on his face, the two of you ended up giggling like little kids and then going back into the calming state you both were in.

Thank God for you both being in that state of tiredness. You just hoped that you both remembered what happend at [4:32 am] when you both wake up.

EXTRA:

You were alone in the kitchen this morning making pancakes. George hasnt met up with you yet and you questioned why. Yes you remembered last night and you're glad that you finally had the courage to say that you loved him, but it wasn't how you pictured it happening.

You flipped your pancake as George came put from around the corner looking fresher and more awake than last night. He smiled at you and made his way over to you. He closely stood by you and reached over your head to grab a glass from above. He only stepped that closely to you to grab a glass.

You begun to think that he forgot about last night's kiss. He had filled his glass with ice and then with water he stood over by the refrigerator for a while until he walked over to you.

You had just finished the second pancake of the day and faced George who was stood beside you waiting for your attention. He smiled at you and slowly leaned down and gave you a kiss on your lips. It was slow and longing, like he wanted to do this for quite a while. One of his hands found the side of your face and the other one pulled you closer by your waist. He then pulled away having a big smile on his face, you matched his smile clearly glad that he did that and remember.

"This is so cliché you know that right?" You laughed.

George rolled his eyes playfully. "Exactly, I feel like I've read this somewhere before."

"Like on Wattpad?" You jokingly asked.

"Yeah I read a bunch of DreamNotFound fanfiction on there." George said as he swayed you back and forth along with him.

"Hey~!"

"I'm just kidding! And I pinki promised didnt I?" George rose his eyebrows.

"You did! You did!" You smiled at him and he matched your smile again.

"I love you." George said.

"I love you too." You replied.

"I could get used to this!"

[chaislatt]

WAYV AS HOGWARTS STUDENTS

QIAN KUN

ravenclaw , head boy, muggleborn

excels in every class he takes

when he first discovered he was magic, he flipped out

he had a matilda episode in his room one night

he was staring intently at his toy planes, wondering how it would be like to fly one someday

then suddenly it just?? levitated??

as an eight year old, he did the only thing he could do in such situations—scream bloody murder

first year : in his newly pressed robes and neatly gelled hair, sat at an empty compartment and started reading his textbooks

until the compartment door opened and a cat just walked over him

“oh sorry, leon doesn’t behave very well” says ten who he did not think would stick around but guess what? his cats liked him

being sorted into ravenclaw, he quickly became famous for being the smartest and wittiest most sensible? wizard of his year

he was especially great at charms got so surprised that there was an incantation to make things float, since all he has been doing is just think it (flitwick got a shock at his first year doing wandless magic)

as he grew older, almost everyone depended on him for help in everything

he couldn’t go a day walking in the corridors without someone asking to meet up at the library or thanking him because they aced their tests

but of course, this little ravenclaw had a limit

he didn’t mean to, but one day he just snapped at a poor gryffindor who kept bugging him to meet at the courtyard to practice spells (everyone finally left him alone, too scared to face the wrath of a wizard who knows all the spells for duelling)

OWLS year—the most memorable year for him, as he and ten spent nights in the library (and sometimes in the kitchen but if anyone asks only ten was in there) studying their bums off

that summer, ten just received a holler from him (surprise! he got all o’s)

naturally, he had been picked for prefect and head boy

the first years LOVED him

he taught them all the secrets to their tower and even handed them a parchment full of riddle answers, because let’s be real, even though you’re a ravenclaw doesn’t necessarily mean you want to use your head all the time

eats at the hufflepuff table because they have better breakfast items

adopted a whole assortment of kids with ten (winwin kinda just sticked around because yangyang was his buddy)

would be the boys’ go to— from pesky spells, ink blotts on their robes, th right grams for mandrake powder, they all depended on him for it

hendery was once asked why he wasn’t scared of him (knowing what happened before)

“he’s not dumb enough to duel someone because they’re bugging him. that’s why he’s in ravenclaw”

overall 9/10. minus one point because he still feels the need to get the last remark in everything.

LI YONGQIN

hufflepuff, pureblood

loves hanging out at the common room

doesn't really care much for grades, but does his best when studying

his housemates call him a sloth

moves so slow, especially in the mornings

likes taking walks along the corridors because it's fun to see other students rush and run to their classes while he walks a leisurely pace

always has his tie loosened

sometimes, he doesn't even tie it, he just wraps it around his collar and hope no one notices everyone does

has a talent for transfiguration

will turn anything into cat snacks

he once turned his homework in kibble and his excuse was "my cat ate it"

befriends all the cats in hogwarts

sometimes he lays down at the courtyard and they all just gather around him

one legendary moment (as lucas likes to call it) was when he was walking down the corrider and a train of cats just followed behind him in a single file

sweet wizard boy, befriends humans as well

he's so likeable, everyone just feels drawn to him

has this laidback energy that feels like a breath of fresh air when things get hectic in the castle

speaking of fresh air

he likes to stroll around outside, most of the time dragging yangyang and winwin out with him

"winwin could use the fresh air and your voice doesn't echo" - ten to yangyang

his sister is friends with yangyang's sister, so growing up he kind of babysat the three whenever their families would be together

he didn't imagine that it would continue during school, but poor winwin looked like he just wanted to get his head bitten off

despite having a lot of friends, he sticks with kun most of the time because he's not as chatty when he's focused (and kun is focused all the time so)

his favourite thing to do anywhere is lay down on his back and play with his wand, sending wisps of magic swirling around in the air, creating beautiful artwork

received pencils and a notebook from kun so he could just draw because "your magic might hit someone and i do not want to be involved with any of that"

doodles all the time

he likes to draw butterflies and magic them off of the paper and makes them follow his friends around

doesn't really say much when no one's talking to him, but will keep the conversation going casually

wanted to become a prefect so he could have his own bathroom

would patrol around at night with his cats (hendery jokes how he looks like filch and now he takes his filch impersonation seriously)

when catching students, he makes obvious remarks like "oh wow good to know that there aren't any gryffindors in this corridor! it would be an awful hassle to report them. good thing everyone's in their chambers!"

very lenient on students he doesn't know, but will threaten those he does and ask for something in return

accidentally gave yangyang the idea of becoming a prefect so he needn't have to worry at night

also accidentally gives yangyang dare ideas to give to hendery

he doesn't mean it! most of the time

overall 10/10. everything is cancelled out by the fact that he goes around the castle with atleast 2 cats following him around.

DONG SICHENG

slytherin, pureblood

mr frowns-a-lot, mr don’t-talk-to-me, mr i-want-to-go-back-to-my-dorm

the most stereotyped slytherin

first years believe that slytherins are scary because of him (but they immediately get debunked by hendery “you’re scared of a tall dude who gets tired from talking and likes to eat chocolate? yeah okay”)

but yes this not so little bean finds talking draining

it’s not that he doesn’t want to, but why would he have to talk about his day when as far as he knows, everyone just did the same thing he did??

you can barely get a sentence out of him

will reply with nods or shrugs and just point or look at things

only talks during class when the professors ask him questions

yangyang bugs him the most

when he got assigned to take care of this chatty, full of energy first year he almost cried

ended up just following him around and yanking the back of his robes to stop him from getting into trouble

because of this, yangyang’s friend are his friends

first got introduced to xiaojun, lucas, and hendery

ended up becoming a babysitter for four

when he met ten, he almost cried again, but now out of happiness  because he got yangyang to shut up

met kun last, and immediately took a liking to him for no reason at all

no one knows how, but suddenly mr-i-dont-want-to-do-anything started getting more mischievous and talkative

the whole hall got surprised when he laughed at lucas’ lame joke

this may be an exaggeration but the boy doesn’t even smile

after this incident, lucas just kept talking to him and he just kept replying, and pretty soon the four little troublemakers would joke around with him and he’d just sit back with kun and ten when he got too tired

this made him attractive

but unlike lucas who got confessed to everyday, there was no one who confessed to him

he didn’t really talk to anyone else and just minded his own business when he was alone, so everyone was too scared to confess to him

which is a huge relief to him because the not so little bean is actually very awkward

proven when hendery accepted yangyang’s dare of going right up in winwin’s face omygod when i tell you his whole face turned red

he avoided hendery for a week until he realized it was too hard since they have most of their classes together??

speaking of classes, it’s a miracle how he just passes everything since no one actually ever sees him studying or doing homework

it’s like everything he does is magic well

overall 7/10. doesn’t really try that much and will only voluntarily hang out with kun.

HUANG XUXI

hufflepuff, halfblood

was tiny, like a little bug

no one knows when he got so tall (summer of second year, he had to buy new robes for third year because they were already too short)

spends breakfast half awake, focusing on eating his meal and listening to yangyang complain about how hard his transfiguration classes yesterday were

he’s never around for dinner because he’s always at the pitch and no one has the energy to talk to yangyang in the mornings so he’s the poor guy

everyone loves him, no one can find a single thing to hate about him even if they tried

loves care for magical creatures with hagrid (he measures his height with the half-giant)

other classes? not so much

sure he tried a little bit, but why would he need to transfigure something into a pen when he could just look for one, and why would he need to concoct a drowsiness potion if he can just will himself to sleep

speaking of sleep, he does that a lot

he likes to wait for xiaojun during fourth period because they had arithmancy next, and he would lean against the corridor and sleep

learned how to sleep hunched over so it looked like he was focusing on class (begs whoever he’s sitting with to wake him up)

why does he do this?

“i’m saving up my energy for later”

he’s a quidditch beast

part of the quidditch team, originally tried out for seeker but they realized he couldn’t go fast enough without loosing his balance on his broom

he switched to being a beater, which the team found out he was very good at aha great power comes with great biceps

everyone falls in love with him when he’s on the pitch

he looks big and scary and ultra focused

and they realized after 3 games that he focuses so much because he aims the bludger to hit the player’s upper thigh only (this prevents player from taking a fall and just bruise, not break a bone)

once he accidentally sent his bludger flying too hard and knocked the chaser off, but he was faster than the seeker and caught them (followed the poor chaser for a week saying sorry and giving them semi burnt cookies he made with xiaojun)

gets confessed to every other day and just says “thanks”

but why don’t you ever reject them? 

why deny that i’m handsome?

that makes no sense

as with rejecting them! 

but truly is an angel

he even got winwin to actually converse with him

he makes everyone feel comfortable, talks to everyone and just hangs around when they don’t want to, offering company

overall 10/10. his cockiness about his looks just makes him endearing since everyone knows he can’t break someone’s heart.

XIAO DEJUN

ravenclaw, halfblood

kun’s reincarnation

but there’s one problem

he’s still immature

you would think he’s the prime example of a ravenclaw

practices his passions all the time

likes doing brain-productive things

reads about anything he finds interesting

goes in and out of their tower because he thinks solving the riddles is fun

but ho ho ho oh oh no

he’s a little devil

makes snarky comebacks under his breath that takes a little bit for you to understand

makes things harder on purpose just for fun and because he’ll be the only one able to do it

has a joke for EVERYTHING and never repeats them so i guess he can get away with that

he’s a little menace to the society but he can get away with it because it’s all just minor inconveniences

but we all know minor inconveniences are the most annoying things

likes to annoy kun the most because he understands and reacts immediately

doesn’t like to annoy the hufflepuffs because they just smile at him in confusion

despite that, he’s also a little sweetheart

remembers everything his friends say, so he’s always there to remind them

reminds kun about a test he has to retake, ten about his changing patrolling schedule, winwin’s meeting with a professor, lucas’ need to polish his broom after dinner, hendery’s homework, and yangyang about that incoming howler from his parents

when he realized he’s such a great asset, he became a bit nosy too

likes to meddle with all of his friends’ business

so if someone wants to find any of the six, he can tell you a vague description where they are

because of course he’s not gonna tell you lucas is by the lake practicing his swinging, he’s gonna tell you he’s brushing up on his quidditch skills so you’d go running to the pitch

this way he’s not technically doing anything wrong to both parties

one day, kun asks why he likes doing this

“it makes me feel like a king maker. feeding things into their tiny brains and knowing exactly what they’ll be doing”

“that’s not exactly what a king maker does”

“yeah but does it look like i want them to be more powerful than me?”

co-parents a dog with lucas

aka lucas asked him to take care of bella while he’s in practice but he forgot to take her back with him for 2 days so now bella thinks she lives in the ravenclaw tower too

does random errands for his friends as a way of apologizing (but really just as a leverage so he can cause more trouble)

his ultimate goal was to brainwash everyone so they couldn’t live without him and he succeeded????

now they’re the receiving end of all the sermons his professors give him (you wouldn’t expect it, but he causes quite a ruckus in class)

but still, at the end of the day, they choose to sit next to him at the ravenclaw table during dinner

overall 7/10. he’s annoying, but he’s good at everything he does and helps his friends out in different ways. which makes him more annoying because why? why not

HUANG GUANHENG

gryffindor, muggleborn

does not understand magic. like at all

the only reason he’s still managing is because he refuses to be beaten by xiaojun

he doesn’t know why he’s in gryffindor but anyone who’s ever met him can vouch for the sorting hat

he’s courageous in the way he faces learning magic (it won’t hurt me, i’m magic) he's brave to speak up to anyone and ask for help when he needs it, and most of all, he has the nerve to get right into winwin’s face

surprisingly good at harder spells than that of his year level, so he’s in a few higher level classes

the reason being he wants to save face when with upperclassmen so he actually focuses real hard and actually understands 

because when he’s with his friends, his mind goes wandering and he can’t focus his magic 

a very strange wizard indeed

imagine getting help from xiaojun to levitate a piece of parchment but can explain to ten how to brew an advanced potion

he’s very confident in his abilities

why would he be nervous to stay after curfew??

if filch catches you

then don’t i just have to avoid him??

but has realistic fears

will not go near a broom

yeah okay the broom can fly, but can he?? he can’t even levitate a piece of parchment, how can he levitate himself?

also very practical

lucas kept struggling since he kept spilling his ink pot so he handed him a pen

“dude i forgot these existed!” “who writes with feathers??”

the most laid back yet extra ordinary wizard ever

you can start a conversation with him and he can keep it going for hours on end

very friendly, will talk to anyone but the downside to this is that he talks to everyone like they’re his friends asdkjshjkd even mcgonagall

overall 7/10. uses magic to solve trivial muggle things and still makes bets with yangyang up to this day.

LIU YANGYANG

slytherin, pureblood

a force to be reckoned with

spend a day with him and your ears will bleed

why?? does?? he?? talk?? so?? much??

his friends always complain but everyone else in the castle can’t see why

in the eyes of a stranger, he’s actually cold and reserved, hard to approach

but if you actually knew him

oh boy you’d want to not

can talk for hours

he and hendery wanted to know just how long he could talk

so they timed it

talked for 9 hours straight, no one knows how they managed

good thing this talking is actually useful

he likes to recite during class, always has a lengthy explanation for his answers

people aren’t the only one he talks to

he talks to the ghosts and to the paintings, greeting them a lovely day or whatever

besides talking, he also has another passion–quidditch

he plays as chaser for his house, often times taking his time to freshen up, so he goes back at about midnight during thursdays

good thing ten patrols during thursdays

speaking of ten, he’s been a brother figure for him all his life

so when he was introduced to winwin, he got so excited because he had another brother

by the end of the night, fourth year winwin knew everything about first year yangyang

he loooves his buddy

tries to do everything with winwin but he doesn’t let him

despite being too much to handle, winwin actually likes him too (but don’t let yangyang know)

likes to do dumb dares with hendery

isn’t really into pranking and getting all up into other’s business, so they manage their mischief between the two of them

and the whole of hogwarts just enjoys and guesses which of the two would be the one running around the great hall in their pajamas

yangyang actually encourages his fellow slytherins to stop sticking among themselves

mostly because he’s tired of them bugging him to “go ask your gryffindor friend if there’s homework on-”

at the end of the day, all his slytherin friends have been adopted by ten, took a liking to kun, and watches lucas, xiaojun and hendery fool around for entertainment

that being said, he loves his friends

thankful that he has classes with at least one of them for all his classes

all his professors have learned to sit him next to them, otherwise he’ll just slack off and stare into oblivion

he’s actually more productive when he has someone to remind him to be

okay maybe sitting him next to hendery wouldn’t result to school productivity

overall 9/10. it would be an 8 but he actually does acknowledge he talks too much.

[summonerscenarios]

Can i ask no 16 hand holding witl lil sal^^

FINALLY GOT THIS DONE. I don’t think I’ve ever wrote a fic for lil Sal before but this one was super fun~! I do hope I did a good job with it!

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16. Bringing it to your lips

Your alarm echoes around the bedroom, the ringtone blaring from the speakers at a shrill enough pitch that just about anyone would wake up if only to turn the damn thing off. The duvet on the bed is bunched up into a wad, and for a long moment there’s not a single ounce of movement from underneath it - you’d almost think it was empty if you were looking in from the outside. 

Eventually the mound shifts, rolling to the side as a hand breaches the covers and reaches out for the nightstand next to the bed, blindly seeking out the source of the noise. You pat about for your phone, not bothering to peek out and look at what you’re grabbing for; it takes longer than you’d like but eventually you find it, tapping at where you’re pretty sure the snooze button is a few times before finally the noise ceases altogether. The silence is welcome, and you let out a content sigh, retreating back under your covers and letting your face drop back into your pillow; you’re still drowsy and half asleep, so it doesn’t take long before you’re drifting off again, and you’re just about to fall asleep when you hear a voice calling for you.

It’s muffled by the blanket, which to your sleep-addled brain means you can pretend it doesn’t exist, so you bury your head further into your pillow waiting for it to stop. But it doesn’t, and then there’s something prodding at your shoulder through the covers, followed by shaking - whoever it is is persistent, persistent enough that after a few more shakes you finally cave and unfurl yourself from your covers. 

You lift up the covers with one arm and lift your head, eyes screwed shut in the hopes to not blind yourself from the sunlight blaring in through your window; you hadn’t bothered to close the curtains last night after getting home so late, and now you were really starting to regret it - it’s making your head hurt.

“Whaaaaat?” the words come out as a grumble, only stifled by a yawn as you finally, reluctantly, crack one eye open to look at whoever wants your attention so bad.

A familiar face greets you with an unamused huff, arms folding upon realizing that you’re finally looking at him.

“Ah, morning Sal” 

“Geez, master” Sal’s tone is disapproving as he shakes his head “I swear you make it  a habit to sleep in on important days”

Important; you have to wrack your brain trying to recall what you’ve got planned for today. It’s a weekend so it’s definitely not school, and Shiro hasn’t scheduled any meetups with the Summoners today that you’re aware of. It takes a few seconds before it finally clicks what lil Sal is talking about. 

Oh, right; you had a meeting to get to...whoops.

“It’s fine, I’ve still got time” you offer him a nonchalant wave of your hand before running it through your hair. “Besides, I’ve got a few more alarms set up - I’ll just wake up at the next one~”

“But that’s the fourth one this morning!”

At that you pause, looking over to your bedside where you’re phone’s charging. Sure enough, the time on the screen means that you’ve slept through every single one of the alarms that you’d set. Huh, guess you’d slept for longer than you thought you had.

“Oh...” 

Your familiar hopes this information is just the thing to get you up, you can tell from the look that he’s giving you that he expects you to at least get out of bed at the realization. Well, that’s not what happens. 

“Guess I’ll have to set a fifth one next time”

Saying this you make a grab for the duvet cover and start rolling over again, but the familiar catches you halfway, snagging the duvet with a exasperated noise. 

“Hey, hey! You can’t just roll over and go back to sleep!”

“Sure I can, I’m doing it right now” you tug a little at the blanket and Sal tugs back in return, just as unwilling to let go as you are.

“If you do that you’re going to be late!”

Having a staredown over a blanket with your familiar wasn’t on your plans for this morning, but neither of you falter; it’s actually kind of funny how determined he looks holding your blanket in both hands, shooting you a pout to match the pointed, groggy stare you’re clocking him with. If you really wanted to, you could snatch the blanket from his hands with no problem whatsoever and sleep the day away, but you have a sneaking suspicion that he’s stubborn enough to keep prodding and shaking you until you finally relent. Too bad for both of you, you’re just as stubborn about staying put.

So, time for plan B.

“Fine, I’ll get up”

For a split second Sal grins triumphantly, letting his grip go on the duvet, and that’s all the window of time that you need. In one swift moment you grab the duvet in one hand and Sal with the other, the familiar yelping in surprise as you retreat back into your half-formed nest of blankets and pillows and pull the covers over the two of you. You’re already feeling better getting the sun out of your eyes, letting your head drop on your pillow as you curl up and bring Sal to rest against your chest.

“Iiiin a few minutes”

“Oh no you dont!” 

Lil Sal still stubbornly wriggles in your arms, but that lasts about as long as it takes you to bring a hand up to give him head pats, and it works like a charm. As soon as you start petting his head he just about melts into your arms, leaning into the head scritches; you could almost swear you hear him purring (or would it be bleating?) at the attention. He tries to make another attempt to convince you to get up, but it’s hard to make a compelling argument when you move down to give him chin scritches and run your fingers through his fur, smoothing out some of the messier tufts as you nestle further back into your pillow in a bid to get comfortable. 

When you’re satisfied that he’ll stay put you lift up your hand and crane your neck to look at his face, flashing him a lax grin.

“See? Don’t you think it’s worth sleeping in, juuust a little bit longer?”

Sal gives you a pout, but it breaks down into a grin of his own when he shrugs, grabs the hand you were petting him with and presses it back down onto his head, right between his horns. You get the hint and start carding your hands through the fluffy tufts, occasionally looping around his horns to scratch that spot behind his ears that always has him tilting his head into the touch, bumping up against the palm of your hand.

You’re starting to relax, feeling your eyelids growing a little heavier thanks to the warmth you’ve got the two of you bundled up in, and you press your cheek further into the plushness of your pillow. From this angle you can still see lil Salomon’s face, and he seems to be thoroughly enjoying the affection you’re giving him, his expression a far cry from the unamused huff he’d settled you with when you’d first woken up. He sure can be a handful sometimes (which you’re pretty sure is what most people say about you too), but at the end of the day the two of you were in this together, having been inseparable (literally) since the first day you’d woken up.

You can’t help but think about that day. Really, to others it may not have seemed too long ago, and in a way it doesn’t feel all that long to you either, but when it’s the first memory you have it feels like so much time has passed already by comparison. Sal had been one of the first people in your corner - had guided you in learning some of the things that, at the beginning, had proved vital in your survival within the app - and he had been there every moment since. Granted, you’ve had your arguments, your bumps in the road, and the whole mess concerning the battle for Tokyo, but you can’t imagine not having your fluffy familiar by your side through all of that.

It’s weird to think where you would have been without him; which you don’t really have to think about. You’ve lived without him before, countless lives, and you’ve had too many reminders about exactly how those turned out to ever forget what makes this loop different - if you guys weren’t together, you doubt you’d have ever gotten this far…

A tug on your hand breaks you from your reverie and you blink, looking down at Sal. You must have stopped petting him at some point, as he’s holding your hand with both of his and has his head tilted back to look up at you, tiny fuzzy brows furrowed. It’s kind of funny how concerned he looks - after all, you’ve given him more than enough life-or-death instances to last a lifetime, so you crack another smile.

“Sorry, Sal - Lost in thoughts again, you know how it is”

Saying this you wiggle your fingers in an effort to convince him to release your hand - you’d rather focus on giving head pats and sleeping than entertaining that previous train of thought any longer. Lil Sal huffs but doesn’t let go, dropping his head back down to look at your hand in his grip; you have only a moment to wonder what’s bugging him when he pulls your hand a little closer and presses his face into your palm. 

Your hands are calloused, scuffed thanks to too many days swinging around a sword and getting dragged into more adventures than you can count, but Sal doesn’t seem to care in the slightest. Instead, the familiar presses a kiss to one of the marks dotting the skin of your palm, right below where your thumb connects to your hand. You tilt your head as much as you position will allow and watch him with raised brows when he moves to kiss a few more marks, ending just shy of your wrist by the time that he’s satisfied with the job and moves his face away from your hand, looking back up at you with a proud grin. 

You can’t help but mirror the action, laughing as you tug the familiar closer, burying him back against your chest as you use the hand he was previously holding to ruffle his hair. Sal flails his arms with a whine,making a half-hearted complaint about you being so rough before snickering when you snuggle closer, continuing to pet the familiar bundled in your arms.

[urcrybby24]

Gon x Black!Reader X Killua

The gang had just finished up a mission it wasnt too challenging but it was a fair workout and it was a rare occurrence that everyone was together Leorio and Kurapika. They were all heading back to the nearest town but decided to stop for the night. Currently everyone was settling down to slumber in the middle of the woods. They all unpacked and turned in for the night. Amora was already sleeping after everyone found their spot. Gon Killua and Amora lie on the ground near one another. Gon and Killua lie next to each other with Amora next to Gon. Gon started to doze off but Killua showed no signs of drowsiness as the two chatted before bed.

“Everyone is so strong! We’re a pretty amazin’ squad.”

“Mmm, well I dont know about Leorio. We seem to be watching his ass every time we go on a mission with him.”

Gon laughed a bit nervous.

“he’s... uh strong in his ow- o-oh?”

Killua tilted his head at him when noticed Gon’s jerk.

“What is it, Gon?”

“Oh uh...”

Gon shifted and turned in his covers to look over at Amora.

“I just felt Mori shaking.”

He stated plainly.

Killuas brow raised.

“Shaking? What, is she having a bad dream?”

Gon made a sound of affirmation looking down at her frightened face.

“Mm, I think its a nightmare. She doesn’t look too good...”

Gon frowned, brushing his fingers lightly across her cheek. Killua smirked a cats smile and said.

“Hohh, are you worried about her?”

“Yeah!”

Killua made a face.

“You’re no fun to mess with.”

Gon’s response was just a laugh and say.

“Am i?”

Despite Kiluas words, he was undeterred and tried again. His smirk reappearing.

“Why dont you hold her hand then.”

“That’s a good idea Killua! But we should both hold her hands.”

“Ah! Huh? Why do- Why do i have to to?? That doesn’t make any sense. You’re right next to her and wont that be uncomfortable?”

Killua made another face at him. This didn’t make much sense, wasnt one of them enough? Besides, Gon was a lot better with this kind of stuff. Killua didn’t know much of anything about pleasant skin contact.

Gon pouted at Killua and said.

“Of course it makes sense! She needs both of us!”

Killuas brow twitched at his nonsense, not looking too convinced. He sighed as a breeze carrying the sent of wood passed by and rustled their hair. Killua ran his hands through his tight dense cloud of curls.

“and how do you know that?”

Gon looked happy to answer.

“I heard her say it in her sleep, both our names!”

That gave Killua stop.

“You- You heard... You’re not as innocent as you look are you?”

Gon suppressed his own snide smile with the twitch of the corner of his lip. Gon didnt let it get to him and pressed Killua further.

“Killua look focus! While we’re arguing, Mori is suffering by herself!”

Gon squirmed to sit up and crawled over Amora to the opposite side of her. Killua got a better look at her without Gon in the middle of his view and realized what he was talked about. Amora was trembling with her eyebrows drawn together, her body tense. He let out a small,

“o-oh.”

“You see? She needs both of us!”

Gon snuggled up and got comfortable with Amora and slid his hand down her arm to find her hand. Her tension eased but... she still looked quite stressed.

He sighed. Well, he supposed this was bound to happen hanging out with these two. He usually didnt care much about leaving his comfort zone if fact, he didnt even know he had one until the Hunter exam.

He supposed he should just...? Killua scotted closer to her and awkwardly positioned himself to search for her hand under their blankets and take hers within hers even in his reluctance, when he took her hand, she finally relaxed even breathing a sigh of relief. He smiled tiny.

“I guess... This isn’t so bad.”

Killua muttered, Gon giggled lightly.

“Of course not, it’s helping us too!”

He made a sound between amusement and satisfaction.

“Hmmm.”

Now that he thought about it, he was actually starting to feel sleepy. Although at this point, he hadn’t slept in a day but everything right now felt right, immeasurably so. He looked at Amora and Gon. Gon looked right back at him, seeming to get drowsy again. It felt good in a way he’d never felt before. He was certain if he never met them, he would have never gotten to experience this feeling. His eyes watered as he closed them, as Gons arm held the both of them.

As they slept in the night Leorio and Kuripika could be heard whispering back and forth to one another about what just happened they didn’t seem to notice them quiet during their exchange so they could hear and sneak in on their conversation them better.

Notes: I wholeheartedly believe gon plays dumb so he can mess with Killua back, I think he’s pretty emotionally intelligent. Killua knows. Killua gets a lot of love from the fandom but I love them both for different reasons. I feel like you cant have them apart so poly! I think i want to kept everyone in their 20s even with the sfw stuff (Even if i depict certain scenes in the show. ) just because thats how I imagine them. Killua and Gon are 22 Amora is 21. Killua is Albino Black Gon is Black and Mexican so my descriptions of them will fit that.

[bryantew]

Torture based on hyper game theory: last response of victim to perpetually provoke into synaptic responses for whole brain emulation & simultaneously discredit

Unable to recover from years of sleep deprivation torture because I cannot sleep long enough

DAYS OF LITTLE TO NO SLEEP FOLLOWED BY LONG SLEEP REPEAT PROCESS IS HOW CIA MIND CONTROL NEUROPROGRAMMING IS REINFORCED

OUT OF PRESCRIPTION MEDICATION NEEDED TO SLEEP

Sleep deprivation quickly renders someone open to mental mind control suggestions whilst reducing resistance to the remote neural attacks of the systems influences

Keeping someone awake with little to no sleep for days at a time is a highly effective way to ‘break the will’ of a Mind Control victim causing a whole range of undesirable ill effects from cognitive impairment, psychosis, breaking down the immune system and even causing heart defects and cardiovascular problems. The more you deprive someone of sleep, the more likely they are to suffer memory loss, confusion & hallucinations; erasing the Christian content, or whatever the victim is concentrating upon, but it prepares the victims brain for the next wave of neuroprogramming

CIA/DIA TRAUMA BASED MIND CONTROL torture or interrogation, sleep deprivation tactics are used to bring about a change in psychological state, although the effects on the body’s immune system & vital functions undoubtably cause additional damage. Lack of sleep brings about a number of neurobiological effects affecting reaction time, memory & cognitive functions. It also has the effect of quickly bringing about hypnagogic hallucinations – feelings of ‘altered reality’ caused by the incursion of REM activity into wakefulness. Prolong these conditions and it can lead to severe moral & emotional impairment & ultimately psychosis

Sleep deprivation torture accomplishes the objective of memory loss during interrogation & induces hallucinations which help with the interrogation process. In behavior modification & programming it is necessary too. It is easier to layer in false memories and control the victim because anything that reduces a persons energy level & vitality makes that person more susceptible to mind control technologies. The victim is so disoriented and drowsy he cannot recognize modification of his active memory & fight back against the systems influence

The technology they use on the sleep deprived target is called “EEG Cloning” or “EEG Heterodyning.” The brain patterns (electromagnetic signals) “cloned” onto the target may be catalogued brain patterns stored in computers, though live signals from a “real person’s” brain could also be transmitted to the target. The handler (Clone Member of the Hive Mind Teams) communicates with the target through a technology for transmitting voices into people’s heads which goes by many names, including “voice to skull,” synthetic telepathy,” “microwave hearing,” & the “Frey effect.”

The communication may also be accomplished via EEG heterodyning, which involves “re-mapping the auditory cortex of the human brain.” Other technologies for transmitting voices include “ultrasonic heterodyning” & conduction techniques. It is much easier to achieve all of this when the victims brain is in a constant state of FUNCTIONAL DISORIENTATION through sleep deprivation torture & other forms of Sensory Deprivation

THEY DONT ALLOW VICTIM TO SLEEP FOR SEVERAL DAYS. WHAT THEY ARE DOING IS PUSHING THE VICTIM DOWN INTO SOMEWHERE BETWEEN CONSCIOUS AND SUBCONSCIOUS THETA STATE (4-7 hz) WHERE HE IS IMMOBILIZED WITH NO ENERGY TO HARDLY MOVE OR OPEN HIS EYES BUT STILL AWAKE EVEN THOUGH IT APPEARS HE IS SLEEPING

THEN THEY PUSH THE VICTIM BACK UP ARTIFICIALLY INTO ALERT STATE USING ELECTROMAGNETIC LOW FREQUENCY WAVES TO MAKE IT APPEAR THAT THE VICTIM APPEARS TO HAVE ENERGY & THAT THE THE VICTIM IS NOT SUFFERING FROM DAYS WITH NO SLEEP

THIS MAKES MIND CONTROL MORE EFFECTIVE AS THEN WITH EACH SPLIT SECOND REMOTE NEURAL ATTACK THEY DROP THE VICTIM DOWN INTO ALMOST PASSING OUT THETA STATE SO HE CANNOT RECOGNIZE MODIFICATION OF HIS ACTIVE MEMORY BEFORE PUSHING HM BACK UP A SPLIT SECOND LATER (ENERGY TRAVELS AT SPEED OF LIGHT) INTO ARTIFICIALLY SUDDENLY ALERT AGAIN & HAS ENERGY AGAIN BUT THAT IS AN ILLUSION AS THE VICTIMS BRAIN IS IN A CONSTANT STATE OF FUNCTIONAL DISORIENTATION & COGNITIVE IMPAIRMENT

Then injecting two & three dimensional visual verbal entrainments of the most demonic perverse & satanic nature imaginable

Anything that reduces a persons energy level & vitality makes that person more susceptible to mind control technologies. The victim is so disoriented & drowsy he cannot recognize modification of his active memory & fight back against the systems influence

Sleep deprivation torture is crucial for CIA DIA TRAUMA BASED MIND CONTROL to keep the victims brain in a constant state of FUNCTIONAL DISORIENTATION. The more you deprive someone of sleep, the more likely they are to suffer memory loss, confusion & hallucinations

[obsessive-ego]

a cute thought i had today to try n feel less stressed: beej coming across his s/o passed out in an uncomfy position with a book in their hand, and he either picks them up n carries them to bed (including cuddles bc lets be real, hes a cat) or just picking them up and cuddling with them wherever they are like "hey babes, sorry for wakin ya. go on back to sleep, your good ol ghost with the most is here now"

I myself could use some soft content so why not

...

It wasnt uncommon for you to just pass out, hell back when you were a student you'd nod off during most classes regardless of what time it was. As an adult you got a bit of a handle on the whole falling asleep thing, but there were still times were exhaustion and burn out will get the better of you, between work, soical obligations, emotional burn out, and keeping up with the ghoul that has claimed you as his pal, could anyone blame you for just passing out?

Beetlejuice thought it was quite odd, at first it delighted him that you trusted him enough to just nod off with him present. Once During a movie night after a hard day at work you fell asleep while leaning against the demon, and he was thrilled, if you were awake at the time you would have seen how pink he was at such a simple thing. Unfortunately once you woke up he teased you for it, "movie too boring babes?" And "if I'm so comfy how about you take me to bed with you?~".

Beetlejuice was out and about doing his thing, like he does, so you took this opportunity to enjoy some much needed quiet time, it's not like you didnt like Beetlejuice's loud personality, quite the opposite, you adored having him around, not that you had the balls to say it, but sometimes you need some time just for you.

Chilling in the living room on the couch, a hot cup of tea and a book from your ever growing 'must read' pile, you can finally relax, it's been a long week, between work being a mad house, and loads of negativity in the news, you can finally spend a few hours ignoring all of that.

Beetlejuice returning home, making a big scene, as he does, appearing in your bedroom, where you normally were around this time, smoke, lights the whole nine yards, imagine his disappointment to see you weren't there.

Slighting annoyed at his wasted entrance, he floats around your apartment looking for you, floating into the living room he freezes at the sight, his cute breather fast sleep, hunched over in the couch, looks like you were reading, book on the floor infront of you. Beetlejuice couldnt help but chuckle, your back is gonna kill if you stay like that.

The demon floats over to your sleeping form, trying his best not to wake you, as much fun as it was to scare you awake now was not the best time, he knew how burnt out you were and decided to hold back. With a snap of his fingers you were in his arms, bridal style, you hum, opening your eyes, before you could ask what was going on beej interrupts

"hey babes, sorry for wakin ya. go on back to sleep, your good ol ghost with the most is here now" it was a whisper, you didnt think he was capable of being quiet.

The ghoul holds you tight and heads to your room, in your drowsy state you weren't quite sure, but you could swear he was purring. The demon lays you down onto your bed, he sighs "ya know sweets, I dont mind keeping ya company while you snooze, if ya dont mind of course"

You hum in response, that was all the consent he needed from you, the demon slides in next to you, Beetlejuice absolutely adored the heat you gave off, he would take every opportunity to put his hands on you, this, spooning you? It's like gold, the ghoul nuzzles close, burying his face in your hair, wrapping his arms around your waist, he purrs in contentment.

"Just take it easy sugar, I got'cha"

[sips-tea-cutely]

(🥀)

Considering I have no way of continuing the story now and i dont want to disappoint people, here

《Kaede》

• kokichi anemic? So he's sick???

• kaede would come over quite often to kokichi's dorm room to check up on him, making sure all is okay and that nothing had happened.

• rantaro joins in too! Makes sure ouma is okay

• usually brings him a cup of water after like an hour lolol

《Rantaro》

• what hasn't this man's sisters experienced?

• he knows quite a lot, so he makes sure everyone takes care of ouma properly and makes sure ouma doesn't try and sneak out of his room once the dizziness lessens.

• occasionally brings ouma a small snack as a treat

• "waaah! You're the best amami-chan! They've been starving me!" "You're welcome," he says with a smile. (Cue ouma literally collapsing back onto the bed)

• he sees ouma as a little brother, really

《 gonta 》

• ouma sick? Oh no!

• gentleman wants to help as much as possible, after all ouma is his friend! He needs friend to feel better!

• he likes talking to ouma whilst he's bored in his room and cant quite sleep. It keeps ouma from getting too bored.

• occasionally, he'll Platonically cuddle him, kokichi likes tight hugs and those usually help him fall asleep. Also he gets tangled in his hair

《 kaito 》

• number 1 ouma escapee capturer

• when ouma could get back on his feet he had to make sure he doesn't try and steal soda or candy, since those aren't the best for him right now.

• scolds him afterwards, during scolding ouma purposely passes out just to spite him

• he's the first one who managed to make ouma giggle again actually, during their shenanigans

《 kiibo 》

• oh dear.

• kiibo was a bit afraid to enter ouma's room, anticipating a prank but he entered anyways to see a very tired kokichi, hugging onto a pillow loosely, and curled up. He was pressed against the pillow quite tightly, his head hurt

• kiibo brings him medicine and generally makes sure he's okay.

• and no, even if kokichi is feeling unwell the teasing doesn't stop.

• its actually a lot more lighthearted teasing! And occasional questions like "why the hell do you like humans so much?" Which lets kiibo also talk. Kokichi seems to like listening to people speak.

《 maki 》

• despite the spiteful relationship, she makes sure no one tries anything

• i mean, she wouldn't care if he died, but it seems like it would be a shame to others, so..

• totally not because she is also curious about ouma and knows theres quite a lot more to him than it looks

• but yk

• all the while ouma gives out a drowsy "thaaanks maki-chaaannn" before falling asleep again.

• well.. he's not always so bad, as it seems..

(Running low on motivation battery, you can imagine for fun the other's interactions, right now a nap sounds tremendous to me)

you are a gift to this world 🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐

[lemonagaga]

Demonbirds

Chapter 4: House of Mystery

The battle was over. The titans rested on the cold hard ground gasping for air, unable  to process what just happened. They've been fighting non-stop for hours, killing off every parademon they see. It seemed like it would never end at first, and they feared that they might not be able to hold them off any longer. But then, to everyone's surprise, all of the parademons suddenly shut down.

"What just happened?" Beast Boy asked,  shifting back to his human form. His left arm was broken, his legs and face bloodied and bruised. A look of confusion covered his face, not knowing if he should be happy or terribly worried. 

"They're all down!" Superboy said in disbelief,  he sets himself down on a piece of metal that fell off from a building. "I can't believe it..."

"That must mean they succeeded." Damian said matter-of-factly. He wanted to look calm and collected but his face betrays him. A wave of relief hits him, his lips curving up.

Everyone cheers. They hugged each other, cried tears of joy, and healed each others wounds. Now it was a matter of waiting for the justice league to come back.

Three hours passed and finally a boomtube appears on the sky. The familiar faces of heroes fly down and land softly on the ground. Their bodies were badly wounded too, but they seem to be holding up better now.

Damian runs towards his father but says nothing. He looks around, noticing the lack of numbers. 'Where is she?' he thought.

"They will follow us shortly. Cyborg couldn't handle opening a boomtube big enough for everyone to enter. Constantine will be opening a portal anytime soon for the rest." Batman announces to everyone as if reading his son's mind.

"Were there any heavy casualties?" Donna speaks up, worried about Diana who stayed behind to teleport with Constantine's group. 

"None." Batman answers. "There's no need to worry, it was a success. Everyone did a great job."

The titans let out a sigh of relief and cheered again. "Let's celebrate!" Beast Boy shouts happily, Shazam and the others join him.

"We'll celebrate after we fix up the mess." Superman said, killing the atmosphere. "Don't get me wrong I'm not against it, after we're done with this we'll have a big celebration sponsored by Batman." he adds quickly, feeking guilty for ruining the mood.

Batman glares at him but he doesn't protest. Everyone cheers again and chatter excitedly about the future party.

"What's taking them so long?" Damian asked. He didn't care about the party, instead he felt impatient and uneasy. He worried about Raven, his chest hurt thinking about  her. 'Is she injured too? Did Trigon hurt her? Is she healing now?' Countless thoughts run in his head wondering if she's alright.

"Be patient dude." Superboy said, patting Damian's shoulder. "Raven's a strong girl, I'm sure she's fine."

"I know she's strong." Damian felt offended that Superboy thought he saw Raven as someone weak. "But you've seen how Trigon has hurt her,  and that's him being trapped in the crystal imagine if he was set free."

"Well Batman said everything was fine. If something bad happened to her I'm sure he wouldn't lie about it especially to you. " Superboy shurgs. He enjoyed seeing Damian being a lovesick fool, it's a fresh breath from his usual rude and cold demeanor. Whenever he teased her about Raven he would always get annoyed but he could see that he didn't actually hate it. Although he worries that his friend is clearly still in denial of his feelings and how this may become a hindrance in developing their relationship.

"I suppose you are right." Damian admits with a defeated sigh. He didn't understand why he felt so overwhelmingly worried about Raven.  He didn't understand why seeing her made him feel so at ease. Lastly, he didn't understand why he didn't feel those same emotions towards his other team mates. 'Why do I feel like I'm being biased towards her? Why do I have these feelings?'

Suddenly a bright golden circle cuts through the air, and in it John Constantine steps out carrying Raven, with the the other heroes following behind him. Panic swells in Damian as he watches John carry her seemingly lifeless body.

"Calm down boy she's asleep." John said quickly, noticing Damian's look of horror the moment he steps out of the portal. At first he thought he looked horrible and disheveled to the point of shocking the boy, then he remembers who he was dealing with, why would Damian care about he looked? He followed Damian's eyes which landed on the girl he carried and he remembers. 'Oh yeah, I nearly forgot. That boy fancies this girl.'

Damian releases his fist, he wasn't even aware he was clenching it so hard. Behind him Donna rushes forward towards Diana. They hug and nod at each other, having an unspoken understanding.

"Why is she in that state?" Damian's voice was calm but terribly cold. "You said there were no casualties father."

"Trust me, it could've been worse." Batman replies. "Be thankful Zatanna and Constantine knocked her out before her unstable magic cause any damage to herself and to others."

Damian felt frustrated at how only Raven seemed to be the only one carrying the burden of this whole plan. "Let me carry her."

"Yeah about that..." John hesitates, looking at Zatanna for backup.

"Damian," Zatanna speaks up. "We sense something strange about Raven's magic so for the moment John and I will take care of her at the house."

Damian was speechless. 'I dont have the right to protest.' he thought. He simply stared at Raven's sleeping face and memorizing every detail, scared of never seeing it again. "Make sure you take care of her well." He shuts his eyes and force himself to turn away, looking for any distraction.

"When can we see her again?" Starfire speaks up. Damian felt thankful for her voicing out exactly what he wanted to say. 'When will I see her again?'

"She's still part of the titans. We need to know when we can have her back or when we can see and visit her." Nightwing supports Starfire.

"We're not taking her away forever, she's your team mate and if the house lets you in then sure you can visit." Zatanna explains.

"Since you want to hold her so badly,  carry her for a minute while I summon the house of mystery." John said to Damian.

Damian doesn't hesitate to carry her, he held her as if she was the most precious treasure in the world. "Quite heavy isn't she?" John jokes.

"Not really." Damian replies. "Maybe your arms have gotten weak."

John rolls his eyes and proceed to summon the house of mystery. A few seconds later, a huge wooden house appears out of thin air. "Viola! This is the base for the Justice League dark,  where Raven will be staying temporarily."

Damian was amazed but he wouldn't admit that. The other heroes gather around the house, wanting to seek refuge where they can rest properly. "All of you can try to enter, if you're accepted by the house then you can relax but if you're rejected...well you better use that flying skill of yours."

John steps in the house first, followed by Zatanna. A couple of heroes entered too but many of them were sent flying out a few seconds later. Damian was relieved to have his feet remaining on the floor, the house accepted him and Raven.

"Where's the bedroom?" Damian asks.

"Aren't you a little young to be doing such things?" Green Lantern teases, much to everyone's surprise he wasn't kicked out of the house.

"Not cool dude." Flash comes to defend Damian. "That joke is so not appropriate right now."

Damian ignores them and proceeds to go upstairs. Somehow it felt like the house was guiding his feet to go to the right direction. Soon enough he found himself in front of a dark door labelled 'Bedroom'.

He opens it, and to his surprise the room was furnished nicely. He carries Raven to the bed and placed her down carefully. He sits on the bed, watching her sleeping figure. 'It doesn't seem like she's having any nightmare.' he thought. 'Trigon really is no longer trapped within her crystal.'

Seeing her sleep so peacefully made him feel drowsy too. The tiredness from the fight earlier seemed to finally settle in his body. He rubs his eyes and slaps himself, trying to fight off the fatigue. Too bad he couldn't fight it off any longer, eventually his eyes close and his body fall on the bed right next to Raven's.

'Only for a few minutes.' This was his last thought before he succumbed into deep slumber.

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Anyway I wrote this when I was sleepy af last night so I hope this chapter isn't a complete mess.

Hope you enjoy it :)

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[duchessfics]

For the fic with Wilhemina x Reader x Billie, I can definitely see Venable being the dominant one both sexually and non sexually but Billie is like a close second? So for that, I would honestly love to see Mina bossing the reader around and Billie is just like, “No, listen to me...” and Reader is kind of like “...” bc she doesn’t know what to do? So sorry if that was confusing!❤️

(https://clqrkkent.tumblr.com/post/179164121180/billie-dean-howard-medium-to-the-stars-in)

(https://sussoria.tumblr.com/post/179642504645/dont-ever-call-me-babe)

Billie x Fem!Reader X Wilhemina

Warning(s): Some angst (although not much because tbh I love fluff too much), A little drinking

Summary: After Billie comes home from being gone filming, the reader, Wilhemina and Billie spend the day together. But problems arise when Billie and Wilhemina both think they know what the reader what like to do more.

Word Count: 4327

A/n: Ok this took me a forever and a day to write this and I’m not sure if this is what you were wanting, but I hope you like it. Also I hope I wrote Billie and Wilhemina alright. 

I stir and groan as the arms around me withdraw, leaving me much cooler. My body turns over to search for the warmth and I open my eyes to see Wilhemina’s pale body covered in a silky, lavender nightgown, her scarlet curly hair loose. But I wake up more when I see she is standing, her dark eyes looking down at me. I begin to move away from a still sleeping Billie to get up. But she places a hand on my shoulder and murmurs, “Stay with Billie, darling. I’m just making some breakfast.” My lips curve into a drowsy smile and reply, “Ok.” Then she picks up her cane and begins to head towards the bathroom, the tap of her cane as soft as it can be. I watch her retreating figure and snuggle under the covers, wrapping my arms back around Billie.

Shortly after I end up falling asleep once more and feel soothed by her sweet vanilla scent after her being gone filming almost a month. However, it only feels like I am asleep a moment when I hear Billie’s soft laughter, making me smile before opening my eyes and looking up to her. “Good morning, baby girl.” She murmurs. My eyes scan over her silky, curled hair, down to her smooth, blemish-free forehead, landing on her perfectly shaped eyebrows. My eyes keep going down to her beautiful chocolate brown eyes lined with long, curled lashes, sliding down her adorable button nose to her plump, moisturized lips and I wonder if I’m still dreaming. But I know I’m awake and can’t hardly contain my grin as I reply, “Good morning. When did you get home last night?” Her acrylic nails brush up my back to massage my scalp and she replies, “About two in the morning. But you and Mina were already asleep. Which, by the way, you both looked adorable.” I practically purr in pleasure at her touch and I watch her lean down, capturing my lips.

My arms slide up her back to pull her closer as her lush lips massage mine. Meanwhile, her hand tugs the hair at the base of my neck, so she has a better angle. However, our moment is interrupted by Billie’s phone dinging. Billie reluctantly parts from my lips with a groan and turns to grab her phone. I curl into her chest as she picks it up and her finger mindlessly traces circles on my back as she looks at her phone. Then she takes a deep breath, squeezing me close as she does so and murmurs, “Mina says breakfast is ready.” So, we slip out of bed, heading towards the kitchen.

Upon walking in, we see Wilhemina placing freshly made pancakes on three plates. Her scarlet hair is meticulously styled and brushed back into a think ponytail and she is outfitted in a light purple dress and heels. “Mornin’ baby.” Billie purrs. Wilhemina looks up, her dark eyes gleaming and Billie struts up to her, swaying her hips as she does so. As soon as she gets to her, they kiss. Billie looks angelic with her lace baby doll nightgown and loose curled hair. Mina looks like an angel too, but much more devious as her one arm wraps around Billie, squeezing Billie against her. Billie lets out a moan and her arms slither up Wilhemina’s back, so she is even closer to her. My cheeks warm as they keep entangled in a passionate kiss. But my eyes catch the pancakes making my stomach grumble. So, I decide to step over, taking a seat at the island. Eventually, Billie parts from Wilhemina’s lips and they both are breathless, still gazing at each other. 

Billie smirks in satisfaction, licking her lips. Then her nails tap against the table top as her fingers crawl across the table to capture my hand. “Did you two have a good time together?” She asks, looking between Mina and I with her eyebrow raised. As soon as I look up to Wilhemina and see her giving me a wicked grin, my face flushes and I bite my lip nodding. Billie raises both eyebrows and looks to Mina who murmurs, “We had a good time. Y/n was a good girl—for the most part.” My whole face burns, but I grin, looking between them both. Billie squeezes my hand, smirking at my bashfulness. “Oh, it’s good to be home.” she murmurs. Then they both walk around to sit at the table and eat. As I eat my pancakes, I savor the breakfast, impressed by Wilhemina’s excellent cooking.

As they finish, I tell them both, “I took the day off work so we could spend the day together.” Billie looks up, a mischievous smile forming on her lips and she murmurs, “I do need to make up for lost time with you both. And two of us are nearly undressed already.” I giggle at her idea, but Wilhemina clears her throat and says, “Or we should go out somewhere and do something. Not spend the whole day sating your needs.” Billie chuckles crawls her fingers up Mina’s arms as she murmurs, “Oh Mina, you know I would make it worth your time. And I am quite sure y/n would enjoy herself as well.” Then she gives me a wink, making me look down to hide my smile. When I look back up, they both are engaged in a silent stare down, so I take my plate and say, “I’ll let you two figure this out.” Then I head to our bathroom and get ready for the day.

As I finish fixing my hair, Billie peeks in and murmurs, “Look at you.” I smile at her reflection, so glad she’s back home. “Did you two come to a decision?” I ask, turning to face her. She saunters up and tucks a curl behind my ear while replying, “We’re going to the flower gardens.” She gives me a smile, but it’s more subdued than before. So, I try to cheer her up by smiling up at her and teasing, “Well don’t keep us waiting too long.” She chuckles and withdraws her hand from me before replying in a low tone, “Oh I won’t darling.” I giggle and step out for her to get ready.

After getting my purse together, I go out to sit with Mina in the living room and, to my delight, she lets me lean into her and we both have some quiet time as we wait for Billie. After a while the click of heels makes us look back to see her strutting out, wearing a floral summer dress. “Finally.” Wilhemina comments as we both stand. “Oh Mina,” Billie teases, tossing some of her curls over her shoulder, “beauty takes patience, my dear.” Then she gives her a wink, making me giggle. Mina rolls her eyes but has a ghost of a smirk on her face. Then Billie leads us out to the car.

Once we park at the gardens, I step out and both of them take one of my hands as we walk in. As we pass through different flower beds, Billie murmurs, “All of these flowers are nice, but none of these compare to your beauty, my darling Mina.” I glance up to see Wilhemina’s cheeks a light pink color while Billie’s glossy lips form a smirk. “Don’t push it.” Wilhemina softly warns. This fuels Billie’s fire and her lips curve into a wicked grin before she purrs, “You can push me all you want, baby. I’m all yours.” My eyes widen at her boldness while Wilhemina grants her an eyeroll. Then Billie lets go of my hand and walks in front of us, swaying her hips dramatically. After a moment, she looks back, lowering her designer glasses so we can see her fiery eyes before turning back and walking ahead.

I keep walking beside Wilhemina as we keep stepping through the gardens. Eventually, Billie hangs back and murmurs in my ear, “Aren’t these flowers divine?” I look to her, knowing she has a trick up her sleeve, but decide to play along, saying, “Yes.” Then I feel her hand wander down my back as she says in a softer tone, “They look good enough to touch.” Then she squeezes my butt making me gasp her name, my cheeks turning bright red. She just chuckles and says, “This is much more fun than I imagined.”

We keep making our way through the gardens while Billie flirts and teases with the both of us. Part of me wants to play along with her. But I also love being Mina’s good girl, so I try to keep my giggling to a minimum and not encourage Billie too much. Once we step out of the gardens, Billie lets out a dramatic sigh and says, “I don’t know about you both, but I’m absolutely famished.” I glance at Wilhemina and softly say, “I’m kind of hungry too.” She returns my gaze, her dark eyes less harsh and murmurs, “I’ll make you a nice lunch when we get home.” However, Billie scoffs and says, “Absolutely not. I’m taking my girls out for a nice meal.”

I glance between them, feeling the tension, but keep silent. Then Billie catches my eye and murmurs, “Don’t you want me to take you and Mina out for lunch, baby girl?” I bite my lip, glancing at Wilhemina out of the corner of my eye and answer, “I mean—that would be nice.” Billie smirks in satisfaction and says, “I know the perfect place.” So, we all get in the car and Billie drives us to a nearby café.

Once there, we are seated at an outside table and Billie orders for us, saying she knows the best items on the menu. As we sit, Billie looks smug as she sips some rose, giving me a wink. I blush and smile, laying my hand on her soft, smooth one. Meanwhile, Wilhemina lets out a huff, taking a drink of her ice water. I know she isn’t into public affection so I look to her and ask, “What would you like to do after this, Mina?” she looks down, smoothing out her already smooth dress and she tries to keep her voice neutral as she answers, “Since it’s so warm out, perhaps the pool would be nice.” Billie squeezes my hand and says, “Mina and I could pick out a swimming suit to buy you since we’re out.” I watch them exchange devious looks and know Billie has been practically begging me to get another one. While I hesitate, my cheeks flush with an excitement that only they can provoke in me. So, I take a leap of faith and say, “Ok.” However, I begin to question my compliance as I look myself over in our bathroom mirror after putting on the swimsuit. It’s a minimal two piece that barely covers my behind while pushing up my chest. And, of course, they chose one in a dark purple shade.

I step out to their hungry gazes while asking, “You’re sure this looks alright?” then I unconsciously cross my arms, not used to being this exposed. Billie stands, prowling around me with darkened eyes and murmurs, “Y/n, angel, you look good enough to eat.” My cheeks burn, but I can’t help but smile. She then asks, “Could you twirl for us, baby girl?” My cheeks get even warmer, but I nod and uncross my arms before slowly making a 360, feeling both sets of eyes on me the whole time.

Once I come back around, Billie steps beside Mina and they both look like cats who got the cream. “This swimsuit is made for y/n, wouldn’t you agree, Mina?” Billie murmurs. Mina grins, her dark eyes sparkling, and she replies, “Yes, it is. And the purple compliments her skin so well.” I bite my lip to keep from grinning like an idiot and pull myself together enough to murmur, “Thank you.” Then we head out to the backyard. While they both take off their elegant coverups, I decide to be silly and run up to the pool before making a cannonball into the deep end. The cool water feels refreshing as I am completely submerged, and I stay underwater a moment longer to keep cool.

When I come up from the water, I hear Billie chuckling as they enter the pool via the stairs. While she tries to conceal it, I notice Mina holds onto Billie’s arm for support as they enter. Billie holds her with ease and looks to her as if she is the most precious thing in the world. At first, Mina would refuse to swim, self-conscious about her back, but Billie bought a custom-made swimsuit that completely covered her back and was her favorite shade of purple. And Mina also realized that the buoyancy of the pool helped to alleviate her back pain if it was extra intense and she didn’t need a cane to walk. From then on, all three of us have enjoyed the pool.

I swim from the deep end to meet them on the shallow side. Billie grins and murmurs, “There’s our little fish.” Then her hands cup my face and she pecks my lips, her oversized sunglasses bumping against my nose. I giggle but feel Mina’s hand grab mine before she gives me a gentle tug. I float over to her, greeting her with a smile. Her hands run up my sides and even though it’s warm out, I shiver. She smirks before saying in a low tone, “I’m so glad we got you this swimming suit.” I bite my lip, looking up to her before I get up on my toes and give her a kiss. Her eyebrows raise at my boldness, but she gives me a small smile. We both are shocked when Billie gives us a splash. I giggle and we go between swimming with some splashing to lounging as the hot sun shines down on us.

As the sun begins to set, Billie lets out a contented sigh and murmurs, “I think I’m going to head inside and change.” Wilhemina comes by her and says, “I think I will too.” Then she looks to me and says, “But don’t feel like you have to get out.” I smile at her thoughtfulness and reply, “I think I’ll stay out here a little longer.” Billie gives me a wink and says, “We’ll see you inside, baby girl.” Then they step out, arm in arm, and dry off before stepping inside. I go to floating on my back, watching the sky change colors as the sun sets. Once the sun has disappeared from my vision, I get out and wrap up in a towel before heading inside. But when I enter, I’m surprised at what I hear.

“Can’t you ever think of anyone besides yourself?” I hear Wilhemina scold. “Oh, that’s rich, Mina. You think you’re so high and mighty because you’ve had more time with y/n.” Billie snaps back. My heart hammers against my chest upon hearing my name and I venture a little closer, still behind the corner. “Open your eyes! If you would just be more observant about what y/n wants, you would realize that she wouldn’t want that!” Mina yells. I take another step closer, a lump forming in my throat as their voices raise. “I am observant!” Billie yells and I flinch at the unfamiliar tone. “Have you ever considered that you may be the selfish one? Because if I remember correctly, y/n did enjoy my decision to go out for lunch!”

By now my eyes are glazed over and I venture to look around the corner to see both Billie and Wilhemina in each other’s faces enraged. Wilhemina’s lip curls and she growls, “She went along with that because she’s too nice to call you out for what you are—a bossy brat!” Tears begin to slip out of me, and I find myself trembling, knowing that I am the source of their argument. Billie lets out a growl of frustration and says, “If I am a bossy brat, then you are a dictator! Because you seem to force y/n to comply to whatever you want!” Wilhemina bangs her cane on the ground and I accidentally let out a gasp of surprise.

I cover my mouth, but both of them look over to see me shaking and still shedding tears. Their eyes widen and their malice is replaced by remorse. My tears keep coming as I rasp, “I-I don’t want to be the source of your conflict. I love you both too much.” Both of their gazes soften, and Mina says in a gentler tone that I’ve ever heard, “Come here, darling.” I wipe my tears away and come up to them both, but my lip still trembles. Billie looks down to me with vulnerable, brown eyes and she murmurs, “Y/n we’re so sorry for that.” Then she brings me into a hug, pulling me close and rubbing my back.

I begin to calm down as she holds me and after a moment, her arms leave me, and I back up to see her give me a reassuring smile. Then I hear Mina clear her throat from behind me and she softly says, “I’m sorry for our behavior too, y/n. We were acting foolish.” I turn to look at Mina and go to give her a hug, but stop myself, remembering I’m still damp and she doesn’t really like hugs. But she holds out her arms and murmurs, “It’s ok, sweetheart.” So, I wrap my arms around her and am surprised to feel her arms wrap around me. I cherish her spicy scent and stay there for a few moments, but let her go, feeling better.Then I back up so I look at them both and Billie asks, “What would you like to do this evening, y/n?” I look down, pulling the towel tighter around my shoulders, and ask, “What were your ideas?” But Wilhemina shakes her head and murmurs, “No, no darling. We’ve made all the decisions today. This one is all yours.” I look to Billie and see her give me a nod so I bite my lip, trying to decide what I would like to do. Then I look down before saying, “This will probably sound boring, but if we just made up the pizza in the freezer and watched a movie together, I would be happy.” Billie gives me a warm smile and replies, “That sounds perfect, angel. You go change and we’ll get started on the pizza.” I look between them and ask, “You won’t fight?” Wilhemina’s hand comes up to cup my cheek and she murmurs, “We won’t fight. Now go and get in some dry clothes.” I nod and give them one last glance before heading to our bathroom.

After taking a shower, putting on some pajamas and brushing out my hair, I head back to the kitchen, hoping they’re both still doing well. But I am shocked at what I see when enter the adjacent dining room. Wilhemina sits in one of the dining chairs with Billie completely bare on her lap. I let out a gasp and my cheeks flush even though I’ve seen them both naked before. Billie looks to me, her eyes clouded with lust and she gives me a blissful smile. Meanwhile, Mina has a proud smirk.

Billie curls her finger and murmurs, “Come here.” So, I listen and step closer and as I do so, I begin to smell Billie’s arousal and perspiration. “So, I take it you two made up?” I tease. Wilhemina chuckles and murmurs, “Yes we did. And Billie was very good.” Then her hand comes up to turn Billie’s face towards her before giving her a kiss. After, Billie looks me over and swoons, “God, you’re so gorgeous, y/n.” Then she looks to Mina and asks, “How did we get so lucky to have this sweet girl in our lives?” My face gets warm and I know they love getting me flustered. Wilhemina smirks and replies, “She is quite the catch.” Then her hand that isn’t around Billie grabs my arm, pulling me closer.

“But you know when y/n is the most beautiful?” Wilhemina asks with a dangerous glint in her eyes and I wonder what she will say. Billie’s fingers come up to twirl a piece of my hair and she replies with a smirk, “Could it be when she is naked and rides your face as if her life depends on it?” Her words making me blush in embarrassment and arousal. Wilhemina smirks and keeps looking to me as she replies, “She does look beautiful when she rides either of our faces. But she also looks ravishing when she lays under us, coming undone from the both of us touching her.” I bite my lip and try to keep myself calm as Mina’s hand moves to the small of my back, pulling me closer. Billie chuckles and lightly scratches her nails lightly over my arm, making my breath hitch. “Oh yes. And when she says such dirty words to keep us going. Things that would shock her family’s image of their pure, innocent daughter.” Billie says in a low, velvety tone.

My face flushes as I remember all of the times I’ve cursed and pleaded for their touch. Wilhemina’s hand moves further south and cups my behind, letting out a low, dark chuckle as I whimper. “The best part is when she cries and moans our names as if her life depends on it.” She says in a low growl. By now my body is flushed with desire, but the moment is cut short by the timer beeping. I snap out of the daze and squeak, “I’ve got it.” making them both chuckle. Then I slip away and pull out the pizza, willing myself to calm down after that unexpected encounter. As I cut the pizza, they both come around the corner, smirking at their success in making me completely flustered. Billie still has no clothes on, but by her face I can tell she’s not covering herself anytime soon.

Billie stretches to get some plates and glasses from our cupboards while Mina gets drinks for us. Then they both stand on each side of me, Billie kissing my temple and Wilhemina tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear. My face glows and I feel at peace between them once more. Once we all get some pizza and drinks, instead of heading to the dining room, Billie says, “Let’s eat in the living room.” So, we follow her and after she sits, Billie pats the seat beside her. I take a seat and Mina sits on my other side. Then Billie hands me the remote and murmurs, “You pick out the movie, baby girl.” I hesitantly take the remote and ask, “Even if we’ve seen the movie? More than once?” Billie chuckles and replies, “Yes. Even if we’ve already seen it.” Wilhemina chuckles and teases, “I bet I can guess what movie she’ll pick.” I giggle and scroll until I find my favorite movie, The Aristocats.

I look between them and ask, “You’re sure this is ok?” They both give me reassuring smiles and Wilhemina murmurs, “Of course.” So, I click play and lean back, joining the other two who already started eating. As the movie begins, I relax and feel worn out from everything we did today, but I had such a good time. I eat more than one slice of the pizza and have a bottle of hard cider with it. Once I finish, I set my dishes on the coffee table and sit back, grabbing the fluffy blanket behind me before wrapping it around me. 

I glance at Billie and Mina, making sure they aren’t bored out of their mind since I pick this movie so often. Billie scoots closer and wraps her arm around my shoulders. Then she squeezes me close and murmurs in my ear, “I’m so happy to be back with you and Mina again.” I giggle and turn to kiss her cheek before replying, “I’m glad you’re home too.” Then she guides me to lean on her shoulder.I look to Wilhemina and see her staring at us. So, I poke out my hand from the blanket and hold it for her to take. She takes my hand and rubs her smooth thumb over my knuckles, giving me a small smile. I smile back and return to watching the movie. As I do, Billie’s nails go between massaging my scalp and scratching over my shoulder. My eyes get heavy as the movie continues and I find myself relaxing into Billie, still holding onto Wilhemina’s hand…

Towards the end of the movie, Wilhemina feels y/n’s grip loosen on her hand and eventually fall away. Then she looks to Billie who gazes down at y/n, continuing to massage her scalp. Mina leans forward and sees that y/n’s eyes are closed. “She asleep?” Billie softly murmurs. Wilhemina nods and smiles at Billie and y/n cuddled together. “She’s a special girl.” Wilhemina murmurs. Billie’s eyes meet hers, and she replies, “Yes she is. And so are you, my darling.” The end credits begin and Wilhemina chuckles, saying, “I think I could quote this whole movie by now.” But Billie eyes her down and murmurs, “But you and I both know we would watch it ten more times if she wanted.” They both smile and Mina asks, “Do you think y/n had a good day today, even with what happened?” at that moment, y/n cuddles further into Billie and her hand brushes around, searching for Wilhemina’s hand. So, she takes y/n’s hand and she lets out a contented sigh. “I think she had a very good day.” Billie murmurs with a smile and kisses the top of y/n’s head.

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[theoddcatlady]

My Friends Went On A Roadtrip Through Europe

The only reason I didn’t go on the ‘greatest trip of our lives’ was because I was in a car accident that nearly killed me.

It was bad. I wasn’t able to get out of bed without assistance for that first month. Broken leg, busted up ribs, I looked more like a boxer that just got out of a match gone bad than a recent highschool graduate who was planning on going to college as a psychology major.

My friends and I had been planning this trip since our freshman year in highschool. I know. It was fucking stupid. But we promised if we all graduated with a grade average of 3.5 or better and if we all scraped together the cash from after school/summer jobs, we’d take a road trip through Europe. Somehow we actually managed to do it, our parents were so impressed that they even kicked in some cash. The silly dreams of fourteen year olds were coming to life.

Whitney wanted to go to Paris and see the Eiffel Tower. Jade was all about Austria, she wanted to see where the Sound of Music was filmed. Jonah planned to eat all the chocolate he could stomach in Switzerland. Me? I wanted to see the countryside of every country- mountains, rivers, the ocean… But one week before the plane was supposed to take off, well, the accident happened.

I told my friends to go without me, but I made them promise to constantly send me updates and tell me how much fun they were having. So they left- Whitney, Jade, Jonah, Holden, and Tori. I even gave them a portion of the money I saved up so they could go crazy.

At first, everything was normal. I got pictures, they even sent me a package from England full of lil knick knacks and snacks. I hated the Irn Bru but the Cadbury chocolates were to DIE for. But everything went wrong shortly after Austria.

Below are the emails and messages my friends sent me when they had the time. These all take place over about three weeks. After that, everything goes silent. Their parents have yet to hear from them. They’ve filed missing person’s reports, but I think if any of them are still alive… they won’t want to be found.

From: Jade

Jesus CHRIST, you will not believe what happened last night, Lilah.

First off, let me make abundantly clear that no one is dead, and no the trip is not over yet. We got really lucky. Second off, Jonah is a fucking moron and I swear to god once his stitches are out I’m ripping him a new one.

Okay so last night we were out a bit late, we all got a little tipsy and we were heading back to the hotel. Legal drinking age is eighteen, it’s not like that time we tried to sneak into Beverly’s with those fake ID’s. On the way back, we stumbled across another drunk who made a pass at Jonah. And you know Jonah, his drunk ass reacted loudly and violently. I swear he was about to make a swing at the guy… but the other guy swung first.

I swear, the drunk guy fought like an animal, Jonah didn’t stand a chance. We barely managed to rip Jonah away from him before he ripped his throat out. It was bloody and MESSY.

We got Jonah to the nearest emergency room, got him patched up, headed back home to sleep it off. How much do you wanna bet that he won’t remember it in the morning?

I’m gonna hit the sack. Jonah is a moron.

From: Jonah

Jade told me she sent you an email about the fight. She really needs to chill, I’m really not that bad off. Besides, the guy was a creep.

I do remember what happened, despite what she thinks, we were heading back when, get this, strange guy complimented my SKIN. Said it looked smooth and rosy. That’s not even flirting anymore, that’s just creepy! I mean, he was totally your type, tall, dark, handsome, blue eyes and a bit of scruff on his face, but noooot mine.

I’m fine though, you can barely tell where the guy got me. I think he had a knife because I got ripped. Up. Can barely tell now, he must’ve just grazed me.

We’ll be looping back up and heading for Poland next. Gonna cross through Germany to do that, but I don’t mind the drive. Besides, Germany = MORE BEER.

Miss you, next time you will totally have to come along.

From: Tori

I really wish you were here. I miss you so, so much. How is your therapy going? I hope it’s going well, you really missed out on some beautiful views today. The camera doesn’t quite capture it, but I hope to paint it once I’m home with my supplies. Maybe I can bring a little of this place back to you.

I think I’m just homesick. I might cut my trip short and head back, I’m really worried about you.

From: Whitney

Did you talk Tori out of going home yet? I don’t think she’s willing to admit how spooked she got when that bum attacked Jonah. She started crying when she saw how bloodied he was. I was pretty freaked too, but it was way worse than it looked. He’s actually completely fine now. Stitches came out, there’s not even a scar. I’m pretty sure Jonah’s actually bummed there’s nothing to show off for when he gets home LOL. But yeah, nothing to worry about, he’s still the same energetic Jonah we all know and love.

Holden’s horrible at remembering to email you, I’ve told him like, six times. Did he do anything other than the one time he sent a what’s up? He totally only did that because I nagged him.

I wish we spent more time in Italy, but we’re making great time through Germany. I’m gonna go now, kick ass and take names at Overwatch for us when you can sit up, all right?

From: Tori

Jonah’s almost too over the top since the attack. I think he’s trying to make up for something, I don’t know what. It’s like… remember that time he pounded Mountain Dews all night while we were gaming? This was during our League of Legends phase (glad that ended) but Jonah was incredibly manic and he was constantly getting up to pace.

He’s like that but 24/7. I don’t think he’s slept a full night, and it’s almost impossible to make him stop for the night. We want to relax, there’s no rush to get to Poland. I’ll talk to him when I can get him to settle, see what’s wrong. Love you.

From: Jade

Welp, Tori went home last night.

Her clothes and passport are gone, she left a note saying she really missed you and her parents, she’ll make it up to us when we’re home. I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed she didn’t talk to us beforehand.

She was right though, Jonah needs a chill pill. Is this how some people deal with trauma? Because I mean, you weren’t there, but that was… pretty bad. I can’t even imagine how Jonah feels, but he’s Jonah. He never lets anyone in. It’s why you two broke up sophomore year, kid has issues. I hoped this trip through Europe might help him learn about himself but I think it’s making it worse.

From: Whitney

WE’RE IN DENMARK BECAUSE APPARENTLY JONAH DECIDED POLAND WAS A STUPID IDEA.

Ugh, sorry. So Jonah offered to drive us through the night. I said no, but Holden and Jade were all for it. So I sucked it up, took something to make me drowsy, and konked out in the back seat. When I woke up, Jonah and Jade were having a shouting match and turns out, we’re in DENMARK. That wasn’t the plan. He didn’t clear this with us.

Holden’s on his side, saying that Denmark is a cool country too but Jade’s royally pissed. I can’t blame her. We promised at the beginning of the trip that we were to clear any travel plans with each other. We’d talk about it.

That’s another reason to miss you- you are SO good at talking. <3

From: Jonah

Everyone but Holden’s pissed at me.

Listen, I’m fine, I promise. I’ve just had to deal with some insomnia lately, is that really that bad? It’s not like I’m as bad off as you were. There was a brief moment that morning of the accident we all thought we’d lose you.

The insomnia goes away in the day. I can sleep then. Everyone can go and have fun during the day, I get to sleep, and at night I go do my shit. There’s. Nothing. Wrong with that.

I mean, another reason I wish you were here was that I’ve been having some… preeettyyy interesting dreams involving you, when I can sleep anyway. TMI. But maybe I should’ve been less of a puss with you back in the day. I shouldn’t have pushed you away.

When I’m back, can we go on a date? I’ll buy. Anywhere you want to go.

From: Jade

Jonah made a pass at me. And he’s not drunk.

I’m confused. And worried. Not gonna lie, he was pretty smooth about it, but I’ve never thought of him that way. He’s like that obnoxious little brother you love anyway. I told him no and he accepted gracefully.

Talking with Whitney and he also made a move at him… and at Holden? Jesus Christ, it’s about time that dumbass fell out of the closet. Holden’s pretty into it though. I’m wondering if this trip was actually a success in that matter.

We’re going up through Scandinavia now. Sweden, here we come!

At least we’re in some of the most gay friendly countries in the world right now… although I swear to god I think someone’s been following us. I’ve spotted this small white car twice now and I think it’s the same driver. But I’m probably just paranoid.

From: Holden

i know i dont email you often. i hate writing.

but something’s really wrong with jonah. i think he hurt someone.

last night we went out for drinks. ive always thought jonah was cute but never thought hed give me the time of day. we shared a hotel room, nothing happened but it was nice.

but I woke up this morning and I was trying to find something to wear and I accidentally went through one of jonah’s bags because our bags look the same and

i found one of his shirts. it’s covered in blood. And I found tori’s passport. it’s also bloody.

i’ve been reading and there’s been two bodies on the same route we’ve been going. i also called tori’s mom and she hasn’t heard anything from her daughter. she hasnt gone home. what should I do lilah? you were always the smart one.

From: Jade

Jonah’s lost his goddamn mind.

I’m surprised I get signal out in the middle of nowhere but Holden asked him about Tori and Jonah got really defensive. Then he brought up clothes covered in blood and that Tori never made it home and… Jonah snapped.

He pulled over to the side of the road and lunged for Holden. Whitney tried to break it up and got pretty fucked up for it. They’ll be okay as soon as we get to a hospital or something.

He’s gone now. He took the keys with him. I’m gonna try and call for help but jesus christ how have things gone so wrong?

From: Jonah

(This email was sent to all of us, along with the next one.)

I’m with Master now. He never meant for this to happen. He never meant for me to get turned. He tried to find me but my own stupidity kept us going… I’m so mad at myself. I should’ve told you guys what’s been going on. I’ve been barely sleeping, any sort of bright light fucking hurts, and Tori…

I never meant to hurt Tori. I swear to god. She was one of my best friends. But she’s dead. And I killed her. I couldn’t stop myself. By the time I came to my senses, I’d shredded her to pieces. If they ever find where I dumped her, she’ll probably be a Jane Doe for the rest of time.

Master found me running around around and stopped me. We’re someplace safe now. He’ll help me.

But I need to know one thing-

Did I bite you guys?

From: Whitney

You bit me. And you bit Holden.

Jade’s fine. For now. I don’t know how long though. I feel strange. Like there’s something burning in my head and down my spine. Please find us. Holden’s starting to feel strange too.

Lilah, we love you so much.

Please, don’t try to come find us. Go to college. Have fun. Make new friends. Study hard. Forget about us.

We’re dead anyway.

[iamsonyeondone]

spy!bts // kim namjoon

♥ angst and fluff (warning: mentions of violence and minor gore)

♥ 3.3k words

♥ WARNING: mentions of violence and blood and slight gore if you’re not into that

kim namjoon is known for his ‘sexy’ brain - the way he can quickly strategize a getaway in less than a minute or how he’s always a part of creating another new invention with yoongi and jungkook

namjoon helps with providing the information on what they lack on while yoongi works on the functionality of the weapon and jungkook does the overall design

but thats not all when it comes to him

sure he’s a little clumsy at times, breaking his cartridge somehow and having to make do with a knife and still managing to pull through

but he’s pretty agile when he puts his mind to it

he would be able to sneak past guards swiftly, dislocating their necks with quick movements and squeeze through vents that were wayy too narrow and small for his tall and wide stature

but even with his outstanding abilities, he doesnt let it get to his head, ensuring that his teammates are way more important and having to put them first before himself

he was truly that kind of leader anyone would look up to and its amazing how it’s a natural part of his personality

he is also the reason why jungkook joined forces because he thought namjoon looked super cool when he tackled the punching bag like a monster

and its just an unspoken thing that namjoon still sees jungkook as a baby when he’s fully capable of knocking out a whole army of soldiers with a simply pistol and knife

*cue jungkook doing his silly dance moves while on mission and namjoon watches over him like a proud dad*

he may or may not join in and accidentally knock out a bodyguard while doing so

sometimes namjoon is too preoccupied with thinking up a storm that at least one of the younger boys have to follow him

the three youngsters always play rock paper scissors because they just Dont Know what will happen when they’re with namjoon

one time taehyung went on a mission with him and both of them nearly got their legs cut off from a chainsaw

or the time jimin went with him and needed to wear an eyepatch for an entire week because namjoon somehow managed to light the flare right in his face

you on the other hand, knows how to avoid his unintended attacks like a professional

people even think you might have a third eye that sees the future or something

because you managed to dodge nearly all of namjoon’s ‘accidents’

but that’s mainly because you’ve grown up with him nearly all your life

and sustained at least 457 injuries throughout your childhood

that boy from ilsan has grown up with you

although the career the both had right now was definitely not something the both of you would imagine

you’re still very grateful to know that the both of you share the same job and you were relived that he wasn’t going to do something so dangerous alone

despite the many dodging you have done, even the smallest things hurt you sometimes

for example, that time where namjoon accidentally chipped a cup and forgot about it so he used it to serve you and it cut your lip

you didn’t really mind but namjoon kept apologizing to you every half an hour for a week straight until you literally had to knock some sense into him

but even with his clumsy ways, he still managed to look out for you during missions and cover for you when you need it

he would literally run an entire mile to save you from a bunch of qualified soldiers even though you could handle them yourselves

but he’s very adamant on keeping promises, especially the one he made with your mom when he was 5, promising that he would protect you no matter what

and it gets pretty annoying sometimes, because he also includes nagging at you and making up rules as protecting you

“you have to sleep right now, we have a mission at 6 in the morning tomorrow,”

“but it’s only 10,”

“did i fking stutter?”

“this is why i like RJ more than you,”

yes,,, that’s jin’s codename dont even question it 

and honestly, it might have hurt to hear you say that whenever he nags at you, his intention only being the best for you in mind

and maybe because he doesnt just see you as his childhood friend

but whenever jin brings up the topic about how he always boss you around like your mom even though the rest gets away with it

he would always say because he doesnt want you to get hurt

and that was definitely true 

because seeing you in pain would only make himself suffer, and he didnt want to put up with either of that

remember that cut you had on your lip from the chipped cup, he actually genuinely felt super guilty about it 

so any of your injuries would be tended by jimin while namjoon tries to avoid you until your fully bandaged and treated

and you Know™

the both of you have been best friends for so long, how could you not tell how he felt in that moment??

and every time that flash of guilt in his eyes appear when he sees you get grazed by a gunshot or a knife??

but you dont mention it and instead lighten up the mood by doing silly things with the boys and eventually force him to join in

the wounds hurt when you move but seeing him so down hurts even more

i guess thats what love is called or sumn hohoho

another day comes and it doesnt really come to your attention until namjoon sends an alert to all your phones to have an impromptu meeting in the living room

as soon as everyone gathered, some still drowsy from their naps while others had just arrived back from a mission, namjoon stands by the coffee table while the rest took a seat on the couches

“we’ve got another mission for us in about 12 hours or so. Agust, i need you to be on watchout by the roof, bunny and calico will be the driveaway car. V and sunshine , you’ll be on the left wing while me and angel will get the right wing. rj, i need you to be the eagle eye and watch over the security cameras. we’ll talk about this in detail after 6 hours. everyone got it?” 

everyone nodded at once, taking in all the information while they got into their pairs to discuss things before the next meeting

you looked back to namjoon, worry in his eyes as he paced back and forth - it seemed like this mission was a bigger one than the others

“joon, what’s up?” you whispered, bringing him to the corner of the room as he sighed

“we’re going to infiltrate a highly-secured building where they keep the most treasured jewels and the boss needs us to make a clean escape no matter what,” he cursed under his breath, running a hand through his hair

it was probably the fifth time he had done that throughout the last ten minutes

“hey, look at me,” you put on a small smile

and with slight hesitation, he looks back into your glimmering eyes full of hope

and he feels he might be in too deep - his heart beating a mile per minute and the sound of his surroundings began to fade and his ears only focused on you

“you’re the smartest guy around here, and i’m definitely sure you’ll come up with at least something before the next meeting. besides, the others are just as capable, believe in them and we’ll succeed. Stop worrying, big guy,”

you chuckled, knocking his head slightly with your forefinger, eliciting a soft dry chuckle from his lips

“thank you, angel. now let’s get to planning,” he smirked half-heartedly, moving to the basement where all the excessive planning were made

with the help of energy drinks, coffee and jin’s snacks, the both of you managed to come up with three different routes

the first was the safest, yet took the longest

while the other two was much more riskier and needed all of you to put at least 200% of your efforts put into it

and if any of you didnt, it would either result in permanent injury, or worse, death

but namjoon tried his best to stray away from that topic, and was persistent on following plan A as much as possible

it was the least he could do to ensure your safety and the others

six hours pass in a blink of an eye, and everyone was gathered and ready with a list of suggestions to ensure the success of the mission

with the help of yoongi’s new and improved equipment as well as thorough planning on everyone’s part, nearly two-thirds of the planning was done

all that was left was to check if everything and everyone was in order

and then the actual thing would begin

time passes, and thirty minutes were left

jin took his seat by the multiple monitors, checking each and everyone’s navigating device as well as their in-ears

yoongi had already went to the destination an hour earlier to check on things while he set up his sniper and telescope

jungkook and jimin prepped up the car once they were done suiting up and preparing disguises when needed 

while you, namjoon, taehyung and hoseok had slipped into your bulletproof vests and lightweight boots and choosing the preferred weapon 

once the codename for the mission to begin had been uttered by joon, everyone went into full effect and ran to their spots

with swift movements and constant scanning of the area, you anf namjoon managed to get half way through the tight security

of course, having to ‘hurt’ a little more than a handful of people

while taehyung and hoseok crawled through the vents since the left wing’s structure barely had any blind spots for them to squeeze into

after nearly an hour and a half of crawling and sticking your backs to walls, you and namjoon managed to find the room where the required jewels were kept and protected

while namjoon deciphered the passcode, you were on lookout, eyes scanning every side of the hallway while your finger remained on the trigger

as soon as you caught shadows coming from the right, you signalled namjoon to go faster, heart pumping through your chest yet your words remained calm and cool

“shadows. how many more minutes?” you questioned him, your arms getting into position as you focused your silencer onto the approaching targets

“3 minutes at most. alert rj if you’re shooting,” as soon as you captured sight of the guards you were all ready to shoot

“rj, camera at the core,” you whispered, focusing your silencer onto one of their foreheads

“roger that, angel,” as soon as he had been alerted, with a quick push of your finger, a bullet shot through, killing the guard in an instant while the other had their firearms aimed right back at you

you aimed at the second guard as quick as you could and shooting him right between his eyes as well

but just as you did, he was able to shoot right through your left arm, leaving you hissing in pain while namjoon finally managed to unlock the room

“hey angel- shit. apply pressure, we’re almost done,” namjoon whispered, placing his arm above yours which you had been covering the wound from bleeding any further

“we got held back a little at the left wing but we’re here now,” a familiar voice softly echoes from above you

taehyung unhinged the vent’s opening, placing it to the side and hopping out, hoseok following suite

before they could speak about your injury, namjoon interrupted, “v, stay here with angel. me and sunshine will get the jewel and once i tell you the signal, the both of you take route B,”

taehyung didnt have the heart to go against his words, the aura namjoon emitted just from his expression told taehyung that there were no time for discussion

before namjoon could enter the laser-filled room, you held him back by his sleeve and shot him a smile “stop worrying in that big head of yours and get that damn jewel,”

a small smile crept onto his lips, yet worry never left his features

as namjoon and hoseok disappeared into the room, taehyung tended to your wounds with the mini first aid box jimin had made for everyone

the bullet was probably still lodged in your arm but taehyung had to make sure the wound had been disinfected before tying it up from wrapping a quick bandage over it

whilst you looked out for anymore oncoming guards

amidst the silence, taehyung was curious and he could never really contain that curiosity

“so you confessed to him yet?” taehyung looked back into your wide ones before returning his attention to tying up the bandage

“we’re on a mission, v. not now,” you groaned rubbing your temples with your free arm

“i’m just asking. besides you should do that soon before i do it myself,” he shrugged, tying a second knot to ensure it doesnt fall off

“or i’ll help tell too,” a voice echoed in your intercoms, mischievous giggles you could never mistake for someone else

“rj i swear to god, you’re supposed to watch out for us, not listen into our conversations so you can, i dont know, ‘spill the tea’.” once your wound was treated, you held up your rifle and watched out for the hallway on the right while taehyung watched out for the left

but when the sound of alarms rang throughout the building, you just knew namjoon and hoseok had already gotten their hands on the jewels

but you werent leaving until namjoon had given the word

“get ready, v. this is gonna be a bumpy ride,” you huffed, aiming your gun to the right while taehyung looked through his scope “i’m always ready,” he smirked

with every bullet you fired, the burning sensation in your wound grew even more, but you couldnt let the pain distract you from one of the most important missions that you had been given

and if namjoon were to know the pain you were in, he wouldn’t let you out of headquarters for an entire month

once the first wave of guards were wiped out, namjoon’s voiced echoed throughout everyone’s intercoms, taehyung giving you a knowing look as you nodded your head

with the rush of adrenaline, you and taehyung made way for route B, never letting your guard down as you fetched a grenade from your pocket

once you entered a single hallway, you blew up the side the both of you had entered from and kept running

and as much as your lungs burned and the pain in your arm began to worsen, you couldnt let it bring you or anyone else down

the door at the end of the hallway swings open

and you’re more than relieved to see jimin and jungkook, even if your eyes had tricked you at first glance from their disguises

“quicken your pace slowpokes, the rest are already catching up,” jungkook teased, jogging off to start the truck while jimin made sure you came out of there before the soldiers could

once everyone had hopped into the truck, jimin checked your wounds for infections 

but taehyung did an amazing job at keeping it clean and covered

“rj, any sign of rm or hope?” you groaned into your intercoms, jimin redoing your bandages as you looked out for any possible danger

but jin doesnt reply and your panic rises

jimin carefully ties up the bandage and watches over your frightened expression, your brows furrowing even more with every breath you took

“rj?rj?”

“calm down angel, he’s probably helping them in escaping. we’ll see them when we get back to headquarters, alright? remember the rule?” taehyung reassured you, looking at you through the rear-view mirror

“get back safe at all cost when he says the word,” you grumble, putting your attention to the grim scenery outside

something didnt feel right but orders were orders

once everyone alighted from the truck, jimin took out the necessary medicine for the wounds he had to treat

“if its just a cut, wash it and you’ll be fine,” jimin shooed the rest away as he tended to you on the sofa

“why does she get all the treatment,” taehyung raises a brow, tossing his bulletproof vest to the side 

“because unlike some of you, she’s an actual angel,” jimin shrugged, picking out his tweezers and a cotton ball drenched in alcohol

“it’s gonna hurt but we cant have you with a bullet in your arm for the rest of your life,” he chuckled, handing you a handkerchief to bite and relieve the pain onto as he began his work

in half an hour, jimin managed to remove the bullet and close up the wound, not allowing the others to disturb you while you went to rest in your room

but all you could do was pace around your room, your fingers fidgeting around with anything you could get a hold of

a soft knock on your door made you think it was jimin

but when you finally see the face that had been in your head the past few hours, you let out a long and relieved sigh

“missed me too much?” he chuckled until you nearly knocked him down with your hug

“hell yeah i did. you think i wouldnt?” you mumbled into his sweaty and stained clothes

but you didnt mind because he was finally back, safe and sound and in one whole piece

“did your get your wound treated?” he asked, gently peeling you off of him to check your arm while you were too busy admiring his face

you were so in the moment to not realize namjoon staring back at you

“dont ever do that again,” you mumble, a slight tremore in your voice but your eyes remain in contact with his

“angel you know i had to-”

“how can i let my childhood crush run out there like some dumbass. you think i can stand to lose my best friend?”

you were teary-eyed at this point, while he looked back at you in confusion and concern

“wait what was the first part?” he muttered, unsure if what he heard was true or not

“i like you a lot you idiot. why do you think i always cuddle up to you after a mission, or when you’re the one who worries the hell out of me the most or that-”

you were cut off with his lips planted on yours and you could feel his lips curl into a small smile

once he parted away from you, his smile stretched so far that his dimples seemed to deepen with every second

while your cheeks turned bright red under his gaze

“i’ve been waiting too long to hear that from you,”

“then you should’ve grown a pair and confessed to me, you handsome dork,” playfully nudging him

until namjoon once again, loses his footing and tumbles onto the floor, bringing you along with him onto the hard floor

the both of you groaned in pain

but your door swings open, revealing jimin with bag of medicine but his face who once had a concerned smile on his face turned into a devilish smirk

“so the lover birds finally confessed huh? and already skipping many bases,,, i’ll just leave so the both of you can continue,”

jimin giggled like a high school girl as he closed the door 

but the shout of announcement that vibrated the walls was a clear sign that the others were NOT going to let the both of you live

a/n: im just gonna post whatever i want at this point and finish up all my wips :///

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I had a kinda weird but nice daydream last night. It was more of a daydream cos i was concious enough for it to make a little sense, but also drowsy enough that its a bit more incoherant and Edgy than my usual oc thoughts

I just got the sudden strong imagery of a guy walking through a destroyed town and all the dead people blossoming back to life as he passes

And i kinda thought a backstory for him maybe? He's an alchemist who devoted himself so much to honing his craft that he used himself as a test subject for all the most dangerous and heretical experiments and is now barely human anymore. One detail i could remember is that he had empty eye sockets that glowed, and sometimes spurted out into huge gushing tendrils of blue flame that twined around his head and wiggled like antennae. They'd kinda replaced his entire nervous system so if he wiggled them he could just sense all the facts about an object. Spirit sight or something? And probably some cool singular claw arm in a lopsided frankenstein aesthetic or something. Basically he's nothing more than Pure Poison Itself vaguely wrapped in a human shell. Like an undead look but more like a boneless husk whose skin has turned to cracked porcelain.

The backstory behind him making so many sacrifices for science is that his mum died of the plague when he was a vvery young child and he wants to become the world's best doctor who can save everyone from meeting the same fate. And he actually achieved his goal of defeating death itself, even if all he could do was turn himself into such an abomination that he can never die. Now he's travelling the earth trying to save people even though theyre all scared of him, while also trying to figure out which mixture of the million experiments he did on himself finally achieved this result.

I think maybe he can sorta partially manage to ressurect people? Like they come back as ghosts or skeletons or vampires or something. And he's all weeping with guilt that he's sentenced them to the same monsterous life as him but then a little kid hugs him for bringing her mom back. *sniff*

Also i think maybe he has a kid sidekick that he's sorta adopted as a little sibling? They were one of his earlier attempts to raise the dead, and they got ostracized by their parents for being unholy and stuff. So he adopted them, but he's always trying to find another family that can adopt them cos he feels like he isnt good enough. Also, ghost dog!! He accidentally spilled his magically-charged abomination blood onto his childhood pet's ashes and it came back in a spooply form! I just imagined his sheer unrestrained joy and weeping as the lil guy immediately recognises its owner all grown up and jumps up all happy like YOURE TALL NOW HEY HEY LETS PLAY! This poor dude needs a little relief from his angsty life honestly. I imagine him just running around super 100% hyperactive happy with this little pupper and adoptive sibling who's never seen him not being grumpy and sad is like "oh my god he's been replaced by aliens"

ALSO!! I WAS THINKING!! YES!! THE MUM DOES COME BACK!!

I was thinking that probably using his imperfect ressurection power costs a lot of his energy and he has a problem with being so self sacrificing he always ruins his health for the sake of others. He's like 'well i cant stay dead so i may as well die as many times as possible to help people'. Him coming home riddled with arrows and collapsing into a bloody pile at his sibling's feet and then in the morning when he's still stuck in bed sleeping off the enormous pain he cant understand what his sibling is upset about. Like he has no value in himself because he's so guilty that he hasnt finished the ultimate panacea yet. Disregarding the fact that nobody even asked him to, and he's already done so much to help so many peopke!! TAKE CARE O YOU SELF, BRO!!

Anyway, where was i?

Oh yeah! Well i was thinking maybe he was doing some mass healing in a town somewhere. Cos oh yeah even his regular cures for stuff are still made with his own blood. He's like a walking vessel for every poison ever made in this world or the worlds beyond. ELDRITCH ASPIRIN MAN! oh actually it could be a cool aesthetic to have him all bandaged up like an edgy anime character

WHERE WAS I

Oh yeah! Well he's super mega exhausted from expending all of his magical energy and working until the crack of dawn. So he's stumbling home down the same usual route, but he passes out halfway there. And then he wakes up to see his mother tucking him into bed and bringing chicken soup. Like "I DUNNO IF IT WORKS FOR MAGICAL SICKNESS I AM VERY CONFUSED OKAY" Turns out that just by pure coincidence he'd accidentally found the spot where the mass grave for plague victims was made back in the day. And he's extra super mega sick now cos he subconciously reached out to their souls and ressurected them in his sleep. And he's just weeping so much cos he thought he'd never find her and he's guilty he subjected her to a life of being an undead monster too, and he's like 'dont look at me ive changed so much you must be ashamed' and just MAXIMUM EMOTION OKAY!! And also 'oof ouch my everything' cos flailing around panicness aint good in your condition, dude!

So big happysad reunion and him having the longest most peaceful nap he's had in years, lost in distant memories of her reading him bedtime stories as a child. (Maybe even wakes up as she's reading a bedtime story to little sib, and gets so emotional he wakes them up with his sobbing?) And its not all perfect, there's a bit of a rift in the way of just being perfevt family again cos well its been so long and he's grown up and its basically like meeting a new person and starting over. Yet also with all the pressure of knowing how things used to be and being terrified of messing up. ALSO there are like fifty other zombies walking around outside confused as fuck! I think maybe the mum becomes the new mayor of a weird little shanty town that springs up overnight and the neighbours are all like 'what do we do with suddenly acquiring a new trade route with another city state' and also 'AAA ZOMBIES'. Complex futures await out heroes! But i have faith that this little awkward family will make it work!!!