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sunboki · 1 year ago

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hi august!! it’s 🍭 anon from your blurboki blog!! i just had the worst shift of my entire life. i had to close my whole store down by myself after working 12 hours at two different jobs while running on two hours of sleep and i was so behind that i was there an hour past my scheduled shift. if you have the time, could you give me headcanons of how skz would comfort a stressed reader coming home from work and breaking down in front of them;( my boys are the only thing keeping my sanity right now. i hope you’ve had a good day today, and your mom is so cute for those minsung texts<33

🧷 SKZ COMFORTING YOU AFTER A STRESSFUL DAY

・ including. ot8

・ warnings crying, nicknames, mental breakdowns, angst

note. rushing to write this as fast i can because you deserve it for being so unbelievably sweet and incredible. you’re doing amazing i hope you know that, and please, even if it’s hard to make time while being so busy, make time to take care of yourself, okay? i recommend watching episodes 33, 52, and 61 of chan’s room, they’re some of my favorite comfort watches <3

CHAN hates when you cry. He hates it so much it makes him feel sick to his stomach. He could still perfectly remember how your voice had shook, looking so utterly sad and broken and it made him feel like everything was his fault—that he should’ve done better. Better at protecting you, caring for you, everything. Not like he didn’t before, just better. Urging you to take deep breaths and listen to him as he spoke, he pulled you into his chest, helping calm your frantic heart down. “It’s going to be okay, listen to me baby, you’re okay.” Chan whispered, soul splintering into pieces from your fragile hiccups against his t-shirt, sounding so fragile and pained. Oh what he would give to kiss all your worries away, hug you close to him for eternity—till you never felt this way ever again. He would. He’d stay here all night—no, his entire life—if that’s what it took.

MINHO kicked his feet as he walked back to your place, plastic bag filled with snacks from the convenience store swinging aimlessly beside him. Though suddenly his phone began ringing, face lighting up upon seeing your number. “Jagi~ did you miss m-“..Min.. can you come home faster please? I really need you right now.” Something was wrong. Very wrong. He’d never stopped in his tracks so fast, bag long abandoned behind him as he sprinted as fast as he could. Basically slamming into the door with panic before collecting you—who was curled up on the floor—into his arms and hushing your rambles, rocking back and forth as he let you cry, cry and cry until you murmured that your face hurt from the tears and he eased you to fall asleep, giving your lips an open kiss as your head tipped back against his shoulder, finally succumbing to the exhaustion. Minho didn’t need to know what happened, what was wrong. He didn’t care, you could save that for later. Right now, he needed to make sure his love was safe and warm.

CHANGBIN looked up from his phone as the key to the door clicked, awaiting you with upturned lips and happiness-filled crescent moon eyes. That was, before you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, choking on the bubbling sob threatening to climb up your throat. It was like slow-motion watching you crumble, and he immediately grabbed your hands and led you to the foot of your shared bed, giving your hands soft squeezes. A silent, ‘I’m here, so don’t be afraid to talk to me.’ Speaking words that didn’t need to be spoken. Changbin was good at that. “I’m just so overwhelmed with work and life and today was beyond shitty. And it’s unbelievably hard sometimes to exist, y’know?” He nods in response, appearing equally upset. Watching you break down is extremely difficult for him, but he knows this is how you recover, how you get through this and he can’t interfere. Without saying anything, the rapper stares at you so lovingly, beckoning you into a long, cozy hug as he pats the top of your head.

HYUNJIN could see the heart-breaking glossiness of your eyes before any words were shared between you two. Simultaneously, he lifted a finger to your lips, brows lifted expectantly. “Shh.. not yet, not yet. Wait, sweetness.” Then proceeds to wrap you into a blanket burrito and turn on disney movies at low volume while you’re pulled into his lap on the couch, all in a matter of thirty seconds. He runs gentle fingers along your cheeks, trailing up to thumb away stray tears dappling your under eyes. So, so delicate, like someone could snap the line of carefulness with a dull butter knife. Hyunjin listens to you attentively, as if you were the only thing existent in the moment. He listens and listens and listens some more, letting you release all the built up anxiety and stress drowning you. Once you finish, he ever-so slightly tips your chin to kiss him, hands cupping either side of your face. “We’re going to get through this together, trust me.”

HAN’s entire expression shifts instantly, brows knitting with concern and eyes growing wide. “Baby?” Head snapping up, he frantically nods, debating on what his first move should be. “Could I.. cry? For a second.” You shakily ask, and to say his heart broke was an understatement. “Baby, you never have to ask. Now c’mere.” He meekly smiles, patting the spot on the couch beside him. Turns out, your boyfriend isn’t as strong as you thought, because a mere ten minutes into your crying and he joins, whining jumbled sentences in between sobs about how he plans to beat up whoever’s responsible until you begin laughing at him and he cries even more because: “I love you so much— stop laughing~” and “I don’t understand why you’re laughing, this is sad!” Not to mention this crying fiasco eventually leads to the both of you fast asleep sprawled on the couch, snacks and drinks scattered everywhere as emotional support. Nonetheless, you could always count on Jisung to be there for you, cry with you, laughing with you, anything. Always.

FELIX throws off his oven mitts upon hearing your bag hit the floor, but what he hadn’t expected at the door were heavy tears steaming down your face, sniffing profusely to replace the air quickly snatched from your lungs with each breath. He falters, assessing the situation at hand. You’re incapable of talking, mind racing too fast too properly react. Although, without fail, Felix ushers you into a chair, pulling his own up to sit in front of you. Big, mystifyingly beautiful brown orbs study your face, kindly making eye-contact in the midst of your blinking. Reassurance, kindness. Felix is undeniably patient, undeniably kind. He disappears, scouring through cabinets to return with a small dessert and an equally small fork. Tediously cutting a small bite, he holds the treat up to you, humming like a proud mother watching her baby eat when you take a bite. One by one, more and more bites. More humming, more light touches brushing away sticky strands of hair plastered onto your face. Quiet. Your apartment is quiet and has been since you returned. No one has said a word, but Felix seems to always find a way to say how much he loves and cares for you.

SEUNGMIN can tell. Even on the most normal of days, he can tell. Like today, when you nonchalantly kissed his cheek like you usually did and retreated into the bedroom, he could tell. A shift in the air. Subtle, but a shift in the air, because when he walked in afterwards, leaning forward where you sat, laptop placed on your desk, he watched you stifle a billowing noise before the wave crashed and you buried your face in your hands. “I can’t keep doing this, Seungmin.” Using his name like that, not Minnie or Min, but Seungmin told him all he needed to know. Wrapping himself around you from behind, he sighed softly. “I know you’re tired, and I know you want to stop but you’re doing good. You’ve been doing good, so please don’t let this bad day ruin better days in the future. ‘M so proud of you.” He mumbles against your neck, leaving chaste kisses there. For Seungmin, your boyfriend that (playfully) picked fun at you to be saying things like this meant a lot. You couldn’t contain the tears after that. “I love you, Minnie.” — “No, ‘love you more.” — “Are you sure?” — “Nope.” — “Hey!”

JEONGIN struggles to make out your shape in the darkness, laying in bed where he’d been waiting for you. Today you returned late, stuttering over every chance of communicating as you clumsily slipped into bed beside him. He immediately raised up, nudging you closer to him to cuddle. “Mm love, what’s going on, tell me.” He asked, tone low from sleep. “I don’t want to talk about it, ‘just want you, Innie.” He cracks a weak smile, burying his face in your collarbone. “Then I’m here, for you.” Jeongin hums, allowing you to mumble your frustrations and thoughts without complaint, trying to reply his best while feeling himself drift off periodically. Eventually, you both fall asleep beside each other, limbs tangled and hair splayed in all directions. In the morning he helps ice your puffy eyes, big hands holding onto your hips gently as your back lean against him, both brushing your teeth. And you decide, with Jeongin, nothing can be wrong. Nothing can hurt, nothing bad will last. He’s safe. You love him.

sunboki, may 2022 ©

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luvsfootball · 1 year ago

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not much of a girlfriend - jamal musiala.

requested by - anon.

request - holaa again hehehe could you write one for jamal like enemys to lovers??

your brother and jamal were childhood friends, so you were rather familiar with the young german boy.

when you first met, you were twelve and they were fourteen. you still played with barbies and bratz dolls and they made fun of you for it.

you remembered crying to your mother about how mean they were and she told you that ‘boys will be boys’.

growing up, you tried to avoid jamal but it was quite hard to when he was constantly sleeping over at your house and even being invited to family meals.

something inside of you desperately wanted jamal to just treat you with respect, and you didn’t know that’s what he felt too.

he was at your house tonight, eating in the kitchen when you went in to get your dinner. your brother was laughing at your makeup and you ignored him, something that took all of your might.

“will you both move?” you hissed, pushing past them to open the oven and take out your food. when you moved past to go upstairs, your brother stopped you.

“you can’t take that up to your room.”

“i’ll do what i want,” you replied, sticking your finger up and slamming the door shut.

hours went by and you headed downstairs to go for your date with one of your classmates when jamal came into the hallway.

“where are you going dressed like that?”

“like what?”

he didn’t say anything but when he raked his eyes up and down your body, you suddenly felt very self-conscious.

you knew deep down that jamal would never judge you but you couldn’t be so sure of that.

“nothing.”

your brother came out of the living room at the sound of your voice and furrowed his eyebrows. “where are you going?”

“out for a bit with kenzie.”

he seemed to buy the lie but before you could sneak out the front door and get to your date, e stopped you. “wait, jamal can give you a lift.”

immediately, you shouted, “no!” but your brother didn’t like the word no. “she literally lives down the road from jamal, he won’t mind.”

jamal shook his head, a silent agreement that he’d take you but you had to try and get out of it. sittinng in a car with him was the last thing you wanted, and you weren’t even going to kenzie’s.

“we’re actually going out for dinner, hence my outfit.”

“well where is it? i don’t mind, honestly.”

something inside of you was suspicious. why was jamal offering to drive you somewhere? you hated each other. or was it just you who hated him?

“it’s the next left.”

he hummed in response, using his indicator to turn around the corner. “this is a bit fancy for you and kenzie.”

for some reason, your throat went dry. why were you so nervous?

you chose not to respond and when he pulled up, you nearly ducked when you saw your date already waiting outside the restaurant. you knew for a fact jamal wasn’t going to leave until he saw you get inside.

“just around the back will be fine.”

“but there’s a parking spot here.”

“park around the back!”

he rolled his eyes at your little outburst but listened and drove around the side, turning his engine off. “could at least say thanks,” he murmured.

“thanks,” you whispered, shutting the car door and looking back a couple of times before walking up to your date as if nothing happened.

your date, ben, smiled when you showed up and he sideways hugged you rather awkwardly before saying, “i thought you weren’t going to come.”

“sorry, traffic was bad. do you want to go inside?”

his eyebrows furrowed at how hurried you were being but he trailed after you nether the less. you turned your head to see if his car was gone.

then you saw it.

jamal was driving past extremely slow, jaw visibly clenched at the sight of you and ben. you were scared he was going to tell your brother because he’d ask a million questions.

but you didn’t want the date to go wrong so you went inside and played everything cool.

‘nice date?’

the text message came as a shock and you werw busy drying your hair after a shower when it came through.

‘my love life has nothing to do with you.’

as you awaited a response, drying your hair became the least of your worries. jamal was with your brother downstairs right now.

honestly, you were shocked that he hadn’t already told him.

‘i wouldn’t call it love after one date.’

‘you probably can’t even get a date, jamal.’

downstairs, jamal didn’t understand why his heart fluttered at you using his actual name. it was always ‘musiala’ or ‘idiot’.

he didn’t respond after that and you resumed drying your hair whilst thinking back to the date. ben was really nice but you weren’t sure whether anything was going to happen.

a knock on your door made you finally move from your desk and you nearly slammed it shut when you saw jamal on the other side.

“what?”

“your brother’s gone to get some food.”

“so?”

he smiled a little before handing you a controller. “i need someone to play with while he’s gone.”

“and why should i?”

“you’ll get to rub it in his face when you beat his score. and you might even get to beat me.”

it sounded like a good deal, so you put your slippers on and trailed downstairs, flopping down onto the couch. “you’re so getting destroyed,” you snickered.

jamal rolled his eyes as he unpaused the game.

it ended with you both drawing and you were already demanding a replay.

“how was your date?”

you frowned at how he said the last word. “it was good. not sure about him though.”

“i think you need someone that matches you.”

scoffing, you turned to face him. “you think you’re such an expert on love.”

“i’m better than you at it!”

“when was the last time you even went on a date?”

his cheeks flushed red as he thought back and suddenly became very embarrassed. jamal hadn’t been on a date with anyone in about a year.

“when was the last time you had a boyfriend?”

“probably after you had a-”

you were cut off by his lips connecting with your own and your eyes widened in surprise. at first you didn’t kiss back, but you thought ‘fuck it’.

it was now a heated makeout and before it could go any further, you could both hear the key in the lock turn and you both pulled apart, moving far away from each other to not make it obvious.

“what are you doing down here?”

you discreetly wiped your lips before turning to your brother. “beating your top score.”

jumping off the couch, you passed him the controller and took the food to the kitchen to plate out.

you didn’t notice jamal’s eyes following your body and when you turned, he was facing the screen.

almost as if nothing happened.

#jamal musiala one shot #jamal musiala imagine #jamal musiala x reader #jamal musiala #football imagines #football #football x reader #bayern munich #bayern

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in1-nutshell · 8 months ago

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Hello again! another tfa Elita One's twin sister w/ Sg Blackarachnia with a slice of life?

Maybe where Elita One's twin took a day off, like having peaceful time away from work or war related, whether shes's alone or shes accompanied by someone or group (maybe with sari, Megatron, or others)

Add idea:

She's been followed by cons/bots (probably Meg and/or Op/Elita/Sentinel), Elita One's twin Didn't know about it

Buddy really does need a break from all of this.

Hope you enjoy!

Elita One's twin sister and Optimus Prime: slice of life

SFW, Platonic, Romance, Cybertronain (techno organic)reader

TFA

It had been an extremely stressful week for both sides.

Optimus had been called over and over by his team, the city, and the Decepticons skirmishes.

The Prime was running on fumes and knew it was only a matter of time before he would collapse. He did try and get his team to lay off a bit, but he knew in the end he would have to take care of it as leader.

Buddy was starting to get frustrated and impatient with how this week had been turning out.

The number of repairs, renovations, and overall, back up was testing her.

Not even Megatron’s sweet words did anything for her.

Then one evening she did snap.

She was so done with everything.

She even threw her screwdriver through the wall nearly impaling Blitzwings wing to the wall. Marching straight into the main room and yelled catching everyone’s attention.

Buddy venting heavy looking at everyone in the optic.

“Now that I have your attention. I will be taking all tomorrow for myself. There will be no medic available until tomorrow is done. If you have an injury, there are other mechs around with medical experience. Unless you are currently offlining, You. Will. Not. Disturb. Me.”--Buddy

Megatron steps to her side.

“Are you sure that is wise—”--Megatron

Buddy turning her helm sharply to her significant other borderline glaring at him.

As if daring him to say the wrong words.

Megatron felt a bit uneasy as he chose his words.

“I mean that the last time you went out, you had been captured. I do not think I need to remind you of that.”--Megatron

There are some murmurs of agreement around.

Buddy gives him a pointed glare before morphing into a sickening sweet face.

“You are right Megatron. Maybe I should take someone with me.”--Buddy

Megatron nods in agreement.

“I wonder if Optimus is available?”—Buddy

All the Decepticon’s look at her in disbelief.

“…what?”--Megatron

“You can’t be serious?”--Starscream

“Why take the puny Prime when you have Lord Megatron right here!?”--Lugnut

“Because Lugnut! Everyone here has recently taken their mandatory breaks, which need I remind you I recommended you take. If this week has been tough on me, I can’t imagine how Prime must be and he is just as stubborn as I am when it comes to breaks. Anyways, I want to spend some time with him. It’s been a while since I’ve had a moment to chat with him.”--Buddy

Buddy looks at Megatron with puppy dog optics.

“You wouldn’t want me all sad knowing that my friend is suffering and me stuck here read to snap?”--Buddy

Megatron’s optics widen a bit.

But the leader is unwilling to give in screwing his optics shut.

Buddy smirks a bit and gently pries his servos open carefully playing with his digits.

“Megatron?”--Buddy

“Yes…?”--Megatron

Buddy suddenly thrusts her servos to his chassis bringing him down to her level.

Her optics looking at him dead serious.

“If I don’t get this break with my friend… I. will. Snap. You see that screwdriver on the wall. That’s going to be IN someone if I don’t get out.”--Buddy

Megatron gulps a bit before absent mindedly nodding.

Buddy’s face falls into extreme tiredness and hugs him before turning to everyone else like she didn’t just put fear into their leader a couple seconds ago.

“Thank you all for understanding. See you all tomorrow!”--Buddy

Buddy leaves the room ready to com in Optimus.

Megatron stands back up straightening his back, optics lingering on Buddy’s retreating form.

“Yeesh! Remind me never get on… whatever side that was…”--Blitzwing

Starscream looking at Megatron.

“Are you really going to let her go? Just like that?”--Starscream

“Of course not. We are going to watch over her.”--Megatron

Lugnut raises his servo.

“Yes Lugnut?”--Megatron

“…Is it wise to do that Lord Megatron? You could be betraying Buddy’s trust in the process. Yes, things have happened in the past with Buddy, but must we stoop so low as to spy on her as if she were an untrustworthy traitor? She is your partner after all…”--Lugnut

All the Cons look at Lugnut as if he grew a second helm.

“That was… insightful of you Lugnut.”--Blitzwing

“I am the only one here with a loving Conjunx.”--Lugnut

“… This is an order to watch over Buddy.”--Megatron

“As you command Lord Megatron!”--Lugnut

Meanwhile Prime just got off the com with Buddy.

Buddy was letting him know that she was going to pick him up so they could have a day for themselves.

He tried to tell her no, but Buddy casually mentioned what she did in the main room.

Now Optimus knew this was serious and changed his answer.

He could practically see Buddy tired smile as she thanked him and hung up.

“Attention everyone. I won’t be available for the rest of the day tomorrow. I’ve got plans with Buddy—”--Optimus

“So, we can join you.”--Sari

“She wants it to just be the two of us. A ‘friend day’ as she put it.”--Optimus

“And what about the Decepticon’s? what if they attack?”--Prowl

“I don’t think they are going to attack while Buddy is out.”--Optimus

“And how can you be so sure?”--Prowl

“Buddy can get very creative if she doesn’t get the mandatory break, even more when it gets disturbed.”—Optimus

He shivers a bit thinking about the last time that happened.

“What is she going to do? Put us in a web?”--Bumblebee

“The last mech who disturbed her peace ended up in the Academy’s med bay.”—Optimus

Silence…

“Say what now?”--Bumblebee

“Oh I know this story.”--Ratchet

“You do?”--Bulkhead

“She was one of my pupils, of course I know. She grabbed a couple rounds of sedative rounds and shot the mech in between the joint wirings. He didn’t come out of it for days.”—Ratchet

Most of the team has wide optics hearing this.

“How didn’t she get in trouble?!”--Bulkhead

“She knows how to hide the evidence. And if I know my student, she probably put the fear of Primus in Megatron if this day gets ruined.”--Ratchet

“And that’s why I’m going. Anyways it’s been a while since we’ve just had a day to ourselves. I expect there will be no interruptions unless there is an absolute emergency. And no, the controller running out of batteries is not an emergency. Good night.”--Optimus

Optimus made his way to his room as his team began to hatch a way to follow him and Buddy on their day off.

It was just a precaution; they weren’t going to let their day get ruined by the Cons.

The next day came in.

Buddy woke up earlier than usual excited for the day and ran to the exit, swinging to the city.

Around the same time Optimus started leaving the Plant.

Both teams were ready to start spying.

Buddy met Optimus in the park.

The two hugged and immediately started chatting away.

Imagine the surprise when both teams found each other spying on their teammates having the free day.

There was a small moment where they were going to fight but it was shushed by Ratchet.

He scolded them, warning that if they got caught not only would they be betraying the trust of the pair but the fact both needed this time.

“And we don’t want to end up like the mech in the medbay.”--Bulkhead

“What mech in the med bay?”--Lugnut

“Oh, she didn’t tell you? She put a mech in the med bay for disrupting her day off.”--Ratchet

“Yeah! She shot him with so many tranquilizers that he woke up days later!”--Sari

The Cons looked at each other with a sudden cold shiver running down their back.

Ratchet smirks a bit.

“By the Allspark she did put the fear of—”--Ratchet

“Shush! They’re going to hear us!”--Starscream

“Then truce. Nothing ruins their day. They both need this.”--Prowl

Reluctantly the Cons call a truce for the sake of their teammates.

They both ended up working to make sure Buddy’s and Optimus’s day was perfect.

From swatting incoming balls, shooing birds, even taking hits from a rough paint bot.

Buddy and Optimus were not oblivious to the fact both of their teams were following them.

But they thought it would be fun to play along.

Just to mess with them.

Eventually the day came to an end.

Buddy hugged her friend dearly and they both went to their homes.

Both teams raced to their individual bases and tried to act as if they didn’t do anything.

Optimus entered the plant to find most of his team scattered around the room.

They looked tired yet tried to act as if it was nothing.

“I take it you all had quite a day?”--Optimus

“Oh…ummm… Yeah! Bulkhead wanted to try a new painting style and it took all day!”--Bumblebee

Optimus gives them a look and walks to this room before stopping.

“We’re going to need to practice on your stealth Bumblebee. You can’t hide behind a hot dog cart and expect it to cover all of you.”—Optimus

Bumblebee stares at him with his jaw wide open.

Optimus smiled mischievously and went to his room.

He heard multiple groans and a sound that sounded like someone flicking someone on the helm.

Meanwhile with the Decepticons…

Buddy walked in acting a bit surprised seeing her team a little bit worn out and slightly dented.

“You guys had quite a day I’m guessing.”--Buddy

There are some groans here and there.

Buddy giggled a bit as she turns to hug each member of her team before giving an extra-long one to Megatron.

“I’ll fix all these in the morning, I think that sleeping off the day will do your frames good. Especially after getting pelted with pain guns.”--Buddy

As Buddy made her way back to her room she smiled a bit hearing the groans and something that sounded like a helm hitting the wall.

#transformers x reader #maccadam #bot buddy #tfa x reader #tfa x platonic reader #tfa megatron x reader #tfa optimus prime #elita ones twin sister

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zriasstuff · 3 months ago

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Tutoring lessons pt.2 - Blaise Zabini x reader

Blaise, against his will, has to be tutored. However, what seemed like a painful way to spend time at first, gets more pleasant over time. Perhaps even extremely delightful.

fluff but who knows what can happen in the future (here’s pt.1 too) Hopefully i am somewhat feeding the little amount of Blaise fans with this.

Blaise came to you with the biggest grin on his face, as if he just learned how to smile.

“Guess what?”, he asks, as he’s seating himself opposite of you like always during your tutoring sessions.

“You found a million hidden gold galleons?” Given how happy he looked, you wouldn’t even be surprised if that was the case. He looked so energetic too with his big doe eyes and fidgety body movements, that it automatically made you cheerful.

“No, I’m afraid my news is not quite as amazing as that, but nonetheless still pretty awesome”. He inches closer to take a seat next to you.

“Geez, what is it?”

“I got my very first Outstanding on an assignment!”, he finally reveals. He even proudly holds up his paper, shoving it in your face.

“Blaise!”

“I’m so proud of you!”, you exclaim at his achievement. You know he worked so hard to better himself. The past weeks have truly been a statement to what he is capable of, if he just tried.

“Me too.” Just when you thought his smile couldn’t get any bigger, he revealed more of his perfect pearly whites to you. You’ve noticed his ridiculously good looking face before. Seeing him happy for once instead of in an incredibly stressed state made all the difference too.

“So how should we celebrate?”, you ask him. Celebrating his achievement should be good for his long term self esteem. And if it serves you too by allowing you to spend more time with him then so be it.

Not that you’d ever admit it, but being associated with him made you cooler. Not just amongst the people in your year, but younger and older students too. It never hurts to be seen with him, or have him talk you up to his popular friends.

Of course your friendship wasn’t just to improve your image. It was nice to spend time with him. There’s a good amount of similarities, but also differences that made conversations interesting.

He fumbles with his sleeves for a second, drawing your attention to his arms. Perfectly muscular arms. He thinks for a second before he says,

“I don’t know, you decide how we should celebrate.”

“I think I…” Before you remember what you wanted to say, your eyes go from looking him in the eyes to his lips. You don’t know what it was today, that you kept getting distracted. Did he do something different today?

“Seems like you’re the one having a hard time focusing today”

“What? I’m not staring”

“What?”, he shoots you a confused look.

You felt the physical need to facepalm yourself at this moment. What exactly happened? Not that he would he judging you, you think.

Suddenly you thought back to all your tutoring sessions with him. Him, as in the heartthrob of so many girls. And you alone got the privilege to spend so much one on one time with him. It felt weirdly powerful. He must like you. Not just because of the grades and all, but personally too. Right?

“Wait, I forgot I actually have something to attend to”, he sighs. His gaze averts yours for the first time in minutes.

Why did you feel so disappointed at that?

“Well today is your day. Do what you like”. The tone with which you said that probably suggested you were hurt, which is crazy. He didn’t even do anything wrong.

“Some other time though”, he said pushing himself up from his chair at the same time. “See you, and thanks a bunch really. Couldn’t have done this with you.”

Is that all he thought of you then? Just the girl who tutors him. At this point you needed to pump the brakes. Everything is as it always is and was with Blaise. Yet interacting with him today seemed so much more like a challenge. He didn’t ditch you, you tell yourself. He likes you. But what if there was more? Could there be more? Did you actually want more?

…

Dumbass Theodore Nott, Blaise thinks to himself on his way back to his dormitory. Just because he couldn’t keep it in his pants and has to keep banging girls in their shared room, Draco wants to hold a roommates meeting. Why couldn’t he just do it in the bathrooms like everyone else. And Draco was a pain in the ass too. When it’s his girls, it’s fine. But god forbid anyone disturbs his peace.

He grinds his teeth together when thinking about his missed opportunity with you. He could’ve been with you tonight, but no. Those two assholes we’re ruining everything. It’s not like he could just dip. They wanted to come up with a fresh set of rules to ensure a peaceful cohabitation, and of course he has to throw his two cents in. Otherwise it’d be pimp city.

It was the evening already, but god forbid he could’ve spent an hour or two with his cute and smart tutor.

#slytherin boys #slytherin boys x reader #slytherin boys x you #slytherin boys fanfiction #blaise zabini x you #blaise zabini fluff #blaise zabini x reader #blaise x reader #blaise zabini

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vevobly · 13 days ago

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Dulcet | Chapter 1

Generally, you like to think of yourself as a good person.

You haven’t done anything truly unforgivable—nothing so bad that some higher power would punish you for it. Sure, you've stolen a few things and lied here and there, but nothing too terrible.

But maybe... maybe you did do something wrong, and that’s why you ended up in your current predicament.

“Yazmin.” The ginger-haired girl sitting across from you—Kate, was it? You were sure her name started with a K—waved a hand in front of your face. “Are you even paying attention?”

You blinked once, then twice, before realizing she’d been talking to you this whole time. “Uh… ”

She frowned, crossing his arms to his chest. “When your mother told me you'd been acting strange, I certainly did not expect this,” She said.

You let out a small awkward laugh. “I'm still recovering, Kat,” You told her, scratching your chin sheepishly.

She just narrowed her eyes at you. “Don't call me that,” She muttered. “Only my asshole of an older sister calls me that.”

Well, shit. That was a bad choice of words. “Sorry,” You mumbled, turning away and avoiding eye contact with her.

“Are you sure you didn't get amnesia?” Kate raised an eyebrow at you. “You've been awfully forgetful and weird since that day you suddenly collapsed on the sidewalk.”

“I'm fine,” You looked back at her, forcing a smile onto your lips. “Really. I think it's just the medication I took earlier messing with my head.”

“What kind of meds did you take?” Kate asked you.

“I dunno—I just took the meds that my mom bought for me to take,” You shrugged, playing it off casually. “I'm sorry about being extremely off today, okay? I just feel.. tired.”

Kate sighed, rubbing her temples. “Why did you meet up with me if you felt that way then?”

“Uh, to assure you I'm not dead yet?” You tried to joke. “Besides, my mom kept nagging me to let you know how I've been doing, so…”

“Okay,” Kate suddenly got up from her seat and glanced around the diner. “I’m taking you home. You’re clearly in no position to wander around, considering you still haven’t gotten better from that concussion you had a few days ago.”

“Oh, thank you!” You smiled, grabbing your backpack and following her outside to where her car was parked nearby.

.・。.・゜・。. .・。.・゜・。. .・。.・゜・。. .・。.

But maybe—just maybe—you should reconsider everything else again. Because surely only bad people end up in your position, right?

There’s no way this isn’t some kind of divine punishment from some unknown being beyond human comprehension!

There is just NO fucking way it isn't.

You gripped your hair tightly, trying desperately to make sense of your situation.

“It's a god punishing me for all the shit I've done, isn't it?” You looked up to the ceiling of your bedroom, eyes closed as you took a deep breath.

You don't know how long you stared at the ceiling and thought things over for, but it must have been for a few minutes.

Because eventually, when you turned your head to look at yourself in the mirror across from your bed, your neck ached a little.

The girl in the mirror wasn’t you.

You didn’t have long dark brown hair, hazel eyes, or freckles. And your name sure as hell wasn’t Yazmin!

You stared at her, waiting, and hoping she’d disappear. But she didn’t.

You tilted your head, and she tilted hers. You stood up, and she rose to meet you.

“Oh… my god,” you whispered, eyes widening. “This is…”

This is you.

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reishifts · 27 days ago

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SHIFTING ATTEMPT! — diary.

monday, 28th october 2024: so i thought it‘d be a good idea to document my shifting attempts to know what‘s right and what‘s wrong for me. keep in mind i have minishifted twice to parallel realities long ago for very very short amount of times but after i kinda lost hope and allat but now i‘m back and damn! and i wanted to ask if someone know what all this meant?

okay so during the day i was watching the harry potter movies (as i‘m shifting there) and i‘ve been fixing my script and watching success and motivational videos or posts on yt, tt, tumblr, amino etc. everywhere where you can find them. i was very happy bc i have fall break and i finished all of my chores and took care of myself so i had nothing to worry about, making me more excited to shift. (don’t worry, you don’t need to do anything during the day or sth to shift)

then i put in my airpod (i only have one…) and i put on a guided meditation. sadly idk what happened i suddenly fell asleep and woke up with my airpod gone in the middle of the night and i looked at my phone and the meditation stopped at exactly 14:14. plus i had two extremely vivid dreams of my dr. now i feel the need to share these dreams.

then, i woke up in the middle of the night and after i saw that i just put on a subliminal and i went to bad, tho my brother was going to work and he was really loud so he made my dreams go weird idk you’ll see. what’s crazy for me is that in this extremely vivid dream, i had everything i‘m manifesting/desiring in my cr.

to sum up, i think these dreams were confirmation for both my shifting and manifestation journey.

THE DR DREAMS.

the first one was kinda weird like, as i‘m not shifting for a specific s/o i just have two options in mind (tom riddle and theo nott) and i‘m not shifting just for them, i was confused that i dreamed this. we were like on the courtyard but the vibe was very.. sad? not even sad it felt depressing, plus it was also really dark outside. i was with tom and it felt like we’ve been friends for sososo long but we’ve always had feelings for each other. we liked each other so much, it hurt. he then kissed me but i was disappointed, i was sad? bc it took him so long to kiss me and he kissed me so weirdly and idk my emotions just bottled up and i started crying LMAO i felt the tear on my cheek litr. but then he kissed me again and we talked it out and then idk. maybe that was a sign that i‘ll date him in my dr.

second dream of my dr was very short but i was kinda running through the halls but also like where you were able to see the couryard. i didn’t see myself from my own perspective so i don’t know what that was.

THE CR DREAM.

i don’t really remember what happened first or the chronological order, so it was very messy.

in my cr i am currently manifesting a SP (= specific person) and i dreamed he suddenly was near me all the time, like basically we were always at the same place at the same time. exactly what i‘m manifesting here. i did so much embarrassing stuff, and he didn’t show less interest either. (also what i’ve been worrying about in my cr) then suddenly my mother saw his mother and they talked to each other and i sat down next to my mum but i wasn’t able to see him because he was like around the corner. (note: my mum knows about him irl and she wants me to be with him so bad -> i manifested an interaction btw our families before and found out our dads work together) then again in the same dream i was in my class room because this whole dream happened in my school for some reason and this boy in my class kept making fun of me bc i wore a ponytail and idk what he was saying lmao and then my SP came in (he’s not in my class but i’ve visualized him coming into my classroom multiple times bc he’s friends with one of my male friends) and they talked and someone made a dirty joke about me and he just laughed. then the boy made fun of me again and he just said: ”and? she looks beautiful“ and that’s exactly what i manifested him to do too !!!!! but then the dream turned out weird bc of my brother and it turned into a horror movie but the way my brain was able to do all this shocks me, idk why.

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pastelwitchling · 9 months ago

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I have a prompt

I sent a thing a while ago that you agreed with about Michael's knuckles always being scraped cause he protects Alex's head

Could you write it? Like everyone else is mad at him cause they're convinced he fought someone and they want to know who and he's just sitting there smirking like "it was a brick wall" cause it was from having sex

@brittz-2123

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It was a running joke between Alex and Michael that Alex had never thought was very funny. However, because Alex was just as guilty in being unable to control himself, he knew he was partly to blame for the gag and let Michael run wild, which was never a very smart thing to do. Basically, it all started after they’d openly gotten together and Alex had rid himself of the fear of Michael getting hurt if someone were to spot them making out in public, so now, and every chance he got, he pulled Michael in against him and crashed their mouths together and kissed his cowboy senseless, with no one to tell him he couldn’t.

It . . . had gotten to be a bit of a problem, mostly because Michael tended to be overprotective in everything he and Alex did, including sex. Not that he couldn’t go feral when they started – it was one of Alex’s favorite things and the thought of which always had him pulling Michael in against him again and again – but he was protective of Alex’s body from rough surfaces. Unless Alex specifically said he wanted to be hurt, Michael’s hands were always there; hitching Alex’s right leg up against his own thigh so that his limb wasn’t hanging off the truck bed and at risk of going numb; or keeping Alex’s arms held up around his own shoulders so that Alex’s elbows wouldn’t hit the hard rocky ground; or – and the most troublesome, because it left a mark – was Michael’s habit of protecting Alex’s head from stone brick walls.

It left his knuckles scraped and bloody, and while Alex always felt like crap when seeing it, Michael quickly assured him that the pain only turned him on more, and it was really hard to argue with Michael when he was crowding into you, already hard again and eager for another round.

Still. It left questions. Mostly from Liz, Maria and Isobel, who were convinced Michael was starting up barfights again. Alex had no idea initially what their suspicions were, only that he would go to the bathroom at the Wild Pony and come out to find Michael surrounded by the women and looking extremely pleased with himself for some reason. Yet the women never told Alex what was going on, only looked at him protectively, as though warning Michael not to upset him which was especially odd.

Then one day, as Liz was dropping off a lasagna Max had made them, he turned from the fridge to find her fiddling with her purse strap. Not used to seeing Liz hesitant about anything, he was about to ask what was wrong when Liz suddenly blurted –

“Michael’s getting into fights.”

Alex blinked. “Come again?”

“Look, we didn’t want to tell you, okay?” she huffed, her eyes doing that miserable puppy thing, “But we confronted him about it, and he keeps smiling about it like he’s happy he’s doing it!” She shook her head, disbelieving, “I just – we all thought he was past this, you know? But we didn’t know if you knew, because there’s no way you know and he’s still this proud about it, and we warned him it would break your heart if you knew and he actually started laughing and dared us to tell you, and I don’t know what’s gotten into him, but –”

“Hold on,” Alex shut his eyes. “Rewind. Explain to me why you think Michael’s starting up fights again?”

So Liz told him about how she, Maria, and Isobel had all noticed his bloody knuckles, so what other explanation could there be?

Alex’s face turned red. “Ah,” was all he said, but Liz nodded sympathetically like he’d broken down into tragic sobs.

“I know,” she said softly, “I know. I’m going to kill him for you, don’t worry. How dare he try to hurt you like this?”

“Um –”

“Max isn’t even taking it seriously, and when I tried asking him why Michael would be doing this, he just keeps avoiding my eyes and saying that he was sure we misunderstood, but come on! What else could get his hands looking like that?”

“Well –”

“And Isobel says Kyle’s telling her the same thing! What’s with them?! We thought Max loved Michael more than anything and Kyle felt the same about you, and they’re just letting Michael fall back into old habits?”

“He’s not,” Alex said, and the two words stopped Liz short.

“I –” she blinked, “Alex, I know you don’t want to believe it, but –”

“Liz,” he said steadily, face hot but still unwilling to listen to any slander against his Michael. “He’s not.”

She frowned. His tone brooked no argument, and she must’ve heard it for what it was. Alex never pretended to be sure about anything. If he said something was fact, then it was.

“Then what’s going on?”

Alex heaved a long shaky sigh. As protective as he was over Michael’s good name, he also . . . really hated him in this moment. He imagined his cowboy laughing his head off at the prospect of Alex explaining away the accusations. He was going to kill him.

“We get rough,” he said simply.

Liz tilted her head. “Rough?”

“Rough,” Alex said through gritted teeth, and then in one breath, and unable to look at Liz, finished, “and he always wants to protect my head, okay?”

It took Liz a second to process. For a genius, she was really taking her time digesting this new bit of information. It made Alex squirm.

Then she slumped onto the stool. “Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh.”

Alex shook his head, looking everywhere but at Liz.

“I have to say,” she said simply, critically, “I always thought you were an animal in bed. Maria and I both owe Isobel fifty bucks.”

“I really am going to kill that man,” Alex muttered, turning back to the fridge to bury his woes in lasagna.

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No eye surgery is going to keep me from writing malex! Happy Malex Monday ❤️

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translated my favorite scene from the revised ver of book 1 :3 qi rong's lair arc!

“Don’t chase him, give him some time to calm down. At this moment, he won’t listen to any reason.” Hua Cheng said.

It wasn’t that Xie Lian didn’t understand this. He stood there for awhile before calmly saying, “Why did you have to do this?”

Xie Lian felt a sudden burst of anger surge up. He didn’t even know who the anger was directed towards.

Hua Cheng reached out, seemingly wanting to put his hand on Xie Lian’s shoulder, but Xie Lian brushed him off, saying, “Before, he only hated me! If he hates me then he hates me, do you know how many people despise me? He’s far from the only one！Now everything’s great, he knows that the person that he so worked hard for was cursing him! Must he now believe that everything I’ve taught him was all fake, all in vain, all lies?”

Hua Cheng didn’t say anything. Xie Lian suddenly felt like he couldn’t stand it. Couldn’t stand anything, couldn’t stand how he had senselessly lost control, couldn’t stand how Hua Cheng was just quietly watching him. He covered his face. “You should leave.”

Hua Cheng didn’t move. Xie Lian clutched his head. “You should leave! Think of it as me begging you to leave, alright?”

Only then did Hua Cheng speak. “Alright.”

He seemed to disappear without a sound.

Xie Lian finally felt more at ease, but he didn’t know if there was anything else he could do. He harshly swept his arm out, wanting to release the ugly knot of emotions that had built up in his chest. However, a small golden object ended up flying out of his sleeve.

Watching it fly out of the entrance of the Royal Tomb and down the cliff, Xie Lian was alarmed. Silently crying out, ‘Oh no!’, Xie Lian didn’t think twice before reaching out and jumping down. Who knew, while he was in mid-air, a hand abruptly pulled him back. As soon as his feet touched the ground, Xie Lian saw who had arrived and blurted out, “San Lang, I lost the flower!”

Hua Cheng’s arm circled his waist. “If it’s lost it’s lost, it’s not like it was anything valuable.”

That speck of gold had already disappeared, but the grip on his waist grew tighter. Xie Lian fretted, “I can’t lose it, it was…”

It was the flower that Hua Cheng had won at the temple fair for him.

Xie Lian was anxious enough that his whole body had broken out in cold sweat, and his soul was pulled back into his body. At this moment, he suddenly realized that he didn’t know when Hua Cheng had actually left and then come back. Thinking about the nasty way he had treated Hua Cheng before, Xie Lian said blankly, “San Lang, you…didn’t leave.”

Hua Cheng was silent. Xie Lian thought about the undue words he had said to him and felt even more guilty, unable to say any more.

After awhile, Hua Cheng sighed delicately. “Since gege doesn’t want me, why would he want a flower that I gifted?”

Xie Lian immediately rebuked. “It’s not that I don’t want you! It’s absolutely not.”

“But gege just told me to leave.”

“…”

“It was like this before too. No matter how many times I called for you, you cast me aside and ran away.”

When he phrased it like this, Xie Lian thought that Hua Cheng must feel extremely wronged by him, and that he himself had gone way too far. He whispered, “I’m sorry…”

“I didn’t wish for His Highness to apologize to me.”

Particularly because of that, Xie Lian felt even more regretful. He sighed.

Hua Cheng said, “It was my fault.”

Xie Lian was shocked. “How is it your fault?”

Hua Cheng said, “I originally wanted to stay with gege until his injury had healed, and let Lang QianQiu come and find the Green Ghost. That worthless trash Qi Rong is unable to keep his cool, with some pushing and pulling he would’ve ended up revealing everything. But I didn’t expect gege to have a tracking talisman that led to Lang Qianqiu’s position, and even send you here as well. And now it’s become like this.”

Xie Lian sighed again. “What did you have to do with it? It was me who messed things up.”

Hua Cheng said, “It wasn’t your fault. If you hadn’t taken the blame, past and present grudges would’ve pushed the country into perpetual turmoil. One life in exchange for generations of peace, what wrongs did you commit? If it was me, I would’ve been far more ruthless. Listen to me, it wasn’t your fault.“

Xie Lian sat on the ground. After a long while, he finally whispered, “I just think, it shouldn’t have been like this.”

Hua Cheng listened quietly. Xie Lian muttered, “I just think, if someone were to extend their hand in kindness, it shouldn’t end in this way. I’m afraid he won’t be able to handle it, I’m afraid he’ll change. I just…”

He himself had already suffered this enough, and didn’t want others to go through the same.

As the State Preceptor FangXin, he had no past and no name, and taking responsibility for the Gilded Banquet Massacre would lead Lang QianQiu to believe that he had been betrayed by only a single person. But if the culprit was in fact the resentful spirits that Lang QianQiu had worked so hard to cleanse, then it would’ve been the ultimate disillusionment.

So when Qi Rong gave him that suggestion, Xie Lian could only heed his threat and pick up the sword to fight Lang QianQiu and provoke his unfettered retaliation.

However, Hua Cheng said, “But you can’t pull the wool over his eyes forever. He would’ve eventually seen the true nature of this world.”

He sat down next to Xie Lian. “Besides, if you truly value him this much, then why can’t you trust him?

Xie Lian lifted his face from his arms. Hua Cheng continued indifferently, “If he’s really the one that you’ve chosen, then he won’t lose himself to resentment. Even if he wished to destroy the whole world before, in the end he’ll still do what he must do.”

Xie Lian looked at him, then suddenly said, “I think you should still go.”

“Why?”

Xie Lian spoke without any rhyme or reason. “Actually…I’m a pestilence god. If you get close to me you’ll experience misfortune, so I think that it would be better if we didn’t remain friends.”

Hua Cheng looked at him and sighed. “Gege, you’re being silly.”

Xie Lian insisted. “Have you not noticed? Since we’ve gotten to know each other, you’re always bringing me good fortune, but I’ve been inflicting nothing but misfortune on you.”

“No.”

“I’m being serious, if we keep going on like this, I’m afraid that one day…”

All of a sudden, Hua Cheng gripped his hand hard. He said, almost tenderly, “Your Highness, it’s not your fault.”

He continued, “You’ve already tried your hardest. No one else is able to surpass you, I know this.”

Whether or not he was right, Xie Lian didn’t know. But he knew for a fact that no one had ever comforted him in such a warm and resolute way.

#theres a lot different in the revised ver of qi rong's lair arc but its still very very good #definitely my favorite tianguan arc #tgcf #mtl (my tl)#天官赐福 #hualian

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crybaby-bkg · 24 days ago

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𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝖆𝖙 𝖒𝖊

Final day of gojober! Warnings: serial killer gojo, graphic descriptions of him killing people but he never harms you, chasing, lots of fear + crying, stalking, non-penetrative sex, just the tip, nipple play, and extremely dubious consent. please let me know if I missed anything!! Word count: 6.2k Minors/blank/ageless blogs DNI! Also available on Ao3 Masterlist can be found here

People have been going missing on your campus recently. You can’t really pinpoint when it all started, or who it originally started with. You remember a few people leaving the campus suddenly, claims that they can’t afford school or that this university just isn’t the right fit for them. Others vanishing after a night of partying without a trace. Some getting train tickets and fleeing, despite the fact that no one actually saw them leave.

It’s not until someone is found dead in the back corner of the school’s library that there is suddenly a lot of attention on those missing people. Questions begin flying about whether or not they’re really missing, when the last time anyone had heard from them, where they were seen last. It’s unsettling, for the most part. Especially when you were just in that same corner of the library that night, hours before that guy was found, dead, blood pooling out from an open wound in his throat, and a multitude of other stab wounds found on his body.

Gojo’s not really one to be spooked, though, honestly. Never been much interested in crime podcasts or those documentaries about unsolved cases. He prefers the movies; the slasher shit so bad that it makes him cackle when the actress dramatically screams and falls into dewy grass.

It especially doesn’t spook him, because he knows what happened to all of those missing people. Well, not all of them. Some of them really did leave on their recognizance, while others are rotting away under a couple feet of grass, or burnt to a crisp, or are sinking somewhere deep in the ocean. It wasn’t really his choice though; they all deserved it for some reason or another. There’s the occasional victim in there, one who was at the wrong place at the wrong time. Someone who got caught up in his snowballing shit-storm that he just had to take out in order to cover his own ass.

His dad tells him that he shouldn’t get his hands dirty. What’s the point of having all of this disposable income and all these people on their roster if someone of the Gojo clan gets their hands dirty?

But Satoru has always liked the thrill of it all. The chase. The excitement. The way his cock swells against his leg at the utter fear that runs bone deep when he hovers over them with a gun or a knife or a rock, and a few times, even his own bare hands.

It excites him. Creates a sort of thrill that has made him get sloppy over the past couple of weeks. He’s been distracted in his final semester; the edge of graduation on the horizon, the finality of classes, the transition into the working world, you.

It’s always somebody, isn’t it? Somebody to catch the eye of the worse person the world has ever known? But you were more than just somebody to him. You were everything; the light in your eyes, the kindness of your smile. Your hands gentle when they graze his own when he purposefully knocked his own pencil to the floor. Your attention fleeting, always fleeting, but he felt warmed, physically, every time you turned your gaze to him, even if its for the slightest moment.

You were the epitome of a certain flavor of innocence, that he didn’t even want to corrupt, but simply wanted to hold within him. Wanted to graze the very essence of you, see if a tiny piece of you, of your soul, could bleed out to him, taint him any less, wash away just a bit of the blood that has stained the innermost pieces of what has become of him.

And of course, you were his latest obsession, latest little trophy prize for getting rid of the scum and filth that trampled along the campus.

The guy in the library? He had been stalking you, who, funnily enough, hadn’t even realized that he was being stalked by Gojo. The irony, right?

It had been going on for weeks now, and pretty little empty headed you, hadn’t the slightest clue. Didn’t realize that the creep followed you to your apartment almost every night, that he memorized your class schedule, followed you to the cafe you liked to frequent, to the library, to your friends houses, everywhere. The guy was a fucking pervert, and Gojo was scared that he would start to escalate soon.

So, when he followed the guy to a hardware store, watched him checkout rope and a shovel and duct tape and bleach, Gojo knew he had to do something to protect you. And he did! Thank the stars and the moon above for him, right? For his quick thinking, when the fucking freak show stood watching you from around the corner, his breathing heavy, a backpack slung over his shoulder with his earlier purchases, his eyes dead set on you.

Thank the stars and the moon and the sun for Gojo, for dragging him back into the darkness of the empty, late night library when you made a move to leave. For watching the life bleed from the creep’s eyes once he realized he was caught; for watching the life bleed from his eyes once his neck hung open, gore painting the gray floors.

He did all of that for you. Saved your life time and time again from creeps and pervs and adult fucking bullies and shitty professors and yet—

And yet, you hadn’t noticed him. Much less given him a thank you, or an acknowledgement of his efforts in keeping you safe from harm. It’s the least you could do; after all, he had to throw away his favorite sweater when the creep bled out all over it.

So, Gojo tries to get your attention in the subtlest ways that he can, which isn’t too subtle for other people’s standards, but its quiet for him. Sitting next to you in classes, sharing notes, following you to your favorite cafes, lingering around your dorm building, getting rid of the guys that break your heart.

His love has never been much quiet, truthfully. He doesn’t think that that’s much of a problem, until you look at him like he’s some psychopath. Like he could ever harm you. And he couldn’t—but, shit, if the thought didn’t cross his mind when you started running from him.

Initially, he didn’t pull out the knife. He always keep it on him, but he didn’t want to scare you. Its winter break, and your campus is pretty small, so just about everyone has gone home for the next two weeks. But you hadn’t; you stayed cooped up in your dorm room, blasting music for only your ears, ordering food deliveries for just about every meal. You thought you were alone on campus, save for a few lingering janitors. He wasn’t supposed to be there.

But there he stands—the guy that can’t really seem to leave you alone. He’s handsome, Gojo, you’re pretty sure his name is. And while he has always been kind, something about him unsettles you. Something deep inside of your gut tells you that there is something wrong with this guy, that if you value your life, you should stay away. And you tried to, at first. Politely declining his invitations for coffee and study sessions, until you realized that he was always there, right in the corner of your eye.

You’re not sure how you hadn’t noticed him at first. He stands so tall and so bright, that he rivals the brightness of the sun itself. But he’s good at going unnoticed. You think he wanted you to notice him, for him to have your attention.

“Just one chance,” he asks of you, looming over you in the empty courtyard of your campus. No one is around; its the weekend, the janitors are gone, its late, and you haven’t seen a single soul since the early morning. Your stomach feels queasy. Your hands shake at the way he looks at you; devoid of any and all emotion except for one. Is it hunger? Is it love? Obsession? Is it consumption of something, of someone, that always got away?

Your instincts tell you to run, and you do. Your breaths are heavy, your feet slapping the concrete as you work your muscles to carry you further and further away from the man. He’s tall enough that he could easily catch up with you if he so pleased, but you chance a look over your shoulder, and he only stands there. Rigid, tall, lanky. His eyes are wide, seemingly unseeing, focused on the way you sprint away from him, as if he were a threat.

You will your feet to carry you as far as they can, as fast as they can, daring one more look over your shoulder, to see if he has given chase. He still stands there, but you catch the gleaming light of the knife hanging loosely in his grip. You scramble away from him, tripping over your own feet but don’t dare fall, your chest suddenly becoming too tight.

“Help!” You screech as loudly as you can, but you know its all in vain. There isn’t a single soul around, the campus isolated in the open lands of trees and grass and empty buildings. “Someone help me!”

There’s been an uptick in murders in the area, and you’re sure now who it must be, the culprit. Because Gojo only laughs at your screams for help, the sound haunting, echoing in the quietness of the campus. He cackles, and you can imagine him doubled over, clutching his stomach as he laughs and laughs at your panicked screams and cries. He’s a monster, you think, and he’s had his sights set on you for gods know how long.

“Ahh, help me!” Gojo mocks you, suddenly moving from his rooted spot in the courtyard. You can see your building just a few hundred feet ahead of you. There aren’t any locks on the dorms door, meaning you have to make it to the fourth floor before you can get somewhere secure and call for help. You can hear him laugh again behind you, his steps even and calculated, and you throw another glance over your shoulder as you watch him walk toward you, as if taking a casual stroll in the evening with a knife in his hand.

“How pathetic!” He calls to you, grinning, jumping in your direction at you when you look at him again over your shoulder. He chuckles when you stumble again, trying to heave yourself even faster to the doors of your building. It’s only a few feet away from you now, you just have to push yourself, keep your feet from crossing over the other in your haste.

“To run away from the man who has been protecting you and saving you for months now.” His cheerful tone edges on anger now, the words hissed through clenched, pearly white teeth. The laugh in his voice is gone, a seething kind of rage that shakes you to your very core. You think your heart may burst at the way your feet slap against the pavement, fear it strains and pushes too hard against the confines of your ribs. You think you hear one crack as you struggle for breath, a cry escaping you as you finally reach the wide set door.

You burst through the doors in a hurry, a panicky breath spilling from your lips as you rush to the elevator on the other side of the open space. Protecting you? Saving you? Gojo’s words register within you a beat late, as you skid to a stop in front of the elevators, hurriedly pressing the button to go up. You don’t see him, but you know he’s there, know he’s creeping outside the doors, waiting to make his grand entrance, ready to spill your guts all over the pristine marbled floors of your dorm.

“That creep in the library?” Gojo’s voice suddenly rings across the silent space, save for your labored breath. You choke on a scream as you watch him enter, his steps slow, deliberate. He’s not chasing you, but he’s there, following, confident in his ability to catch up no matter how long it takes. The elevator doors open, and he doesn’t rush you, despite the way you’re falling inside the closed space.

“You’re welcome.” He says evenly, his mouth set in a thin line as he slows in his tracks. You can’t breathe. You think your lungs may give out at any second. You watch his careful steps across the open space, how unhurried he seems. He turns, body facing the right side of the building, his eyes still set on you as you press the door close button again and again until your nail breaks from the intensity of it. The pain is dull, quiet, in the thunderous beat of your heart. It grows fat with all the blood pumping to it, your lungs weary with all the air you cannot push inside of them.

Gojo doesn’t come to the elevator. He heads straight for the stairs, confident that he’ll meet you halfway. You cry out in panic, willing the elevator to go up faster, faster, as the doors finally shut. You only get a glimpse of his too wide smile the moment he turns over his shoulder to look at you, holding the stairway doors open the moment the elevators’ close. Its a race, a promise, and you’re not entirely sure that time is on your side.

You left your phone on your bed, but as long as you make it up before him, you can barricade your door and call the cops. It’ll probably take them a while to get to your location, with how inconveniently placed the school is, but you have a few things in your room that you can use as a weapon.

Floor two. The red lights seems to mock you, glares pathetically at your labored breathing, your eyes filled with panicked tears. You grab hold of your chest, a shaky sob exiting you without warning as you try to bite back the cry that wracks your entire frame.

Floor three. One more floor to go, and he might already be meeting you there. Might pry open the elevator doors with his bare hands, might gut you like you’re helpless prey in the elevator, spray your blood across the metallic shine until your reflection blurs with red.

Floor four. The elevator doors open. The floor is quiet, still, so silent that you have to hold in your erratic breathing to hear anything. You don’t hear his footsteps pounding on the stairs. No labored breathing, no haunting chuckles, no knife scraping along the paint of the walls. Its utterly silent. With the quietest breath you can manage, you peek your head out of the doors, afraid that he’ll be just around the corner, knife at the ready.

But the floor is empty. Your door is the last one on the right, closest to the stairway. If you bolt, maybe you can make it without him finding you. With a heavy sigh and a prayer to whoever listens, do you bolt down the hallway. Your eyes prick with tears, and your chest fills up so heavily, its a surprise that it doesn’t weigh you down to the floor. But you push and you push, eyes focused solely on your safe haven, the promise that you’ll finally find refuge from the maniac hunting you down.

You make it to your room without pause, slamming the door shut and locking it behind you as you squeeze your eyes shut in relief. You slide against the length of the door until your butt meets the carpeted floor, your face resting in your hands as you suck in a shaky breath. Your momentary peace is interrupted by a familiar voice across the room.

“There are a lotta creeps out there, you know?” Gojo says casually, resting on your bed as if he had been there time and time again. You let out an ear piercing screech, scrambling to stand, to unlock the door, to leave, to save your life—but he snatches you back before you can with a hand wrapped around your throat. The other presses the cool metal of his knife to the skin of your throat, and you let out a gut wrenching sob at the feel of it. Gojo frowns at you, his body hard and hot behind you, against the length of you. He nuzzles his cheek against your own, cooing at you as your chest squeezes tightly.

“Hey, calm down, would you? I’d never hurt you.” He promises, and he sounds so sure of himself that you’re almost convinced. You fist your hands, beating against him as much as you can in your captive position, but Gojo only holds you tighter to him, wrapping his arm around both of yours until you’re restricted.

“You have a knife.” You spit to him between gritted teeth, tears streaking your cheeks, muddying your neck and collar. But Gojo only shushes you, walks you backwards gently until his knees meet the sides of your bed. From there, he flips your positions, pushing you on the bed, hovering over you until he sits on your pelvis, knife pressed against your throat once more. You catch sight of your phone just a few inches away from you, and you sob at the image of it broken to pieces.

You’re not getting out of here alive.

“Yeah, because you don’t trust me yet.” Gojo pouts petulantly as he hovers over you, guiding your chin up with the blunt side of the knife, getting a good look at you. You’re sure you look a mess right now; face splotchy, eyes red, nose running, your lips puffy from your crying. But he looks at you with so much admiration in his eyes that it blinds you, strokes a finger down the roundness of your cheek until your tear collects on his finger. He licks it off, softly, akin to some harmless cat you’ve domesticated.

“Why should I trust you? You’re a murderer.” You spit the word out with so much disdain that Gojo reels back, ever so slightly. He looks pained by your words, by the hate running so rampant in your eyes right now. You just don’t understand, you’re confused, he’s sure of it.

“Yeah, with good cause.” He nods to you, pulling the knife from your skin, but he doesn’t toss it. Holds it beside him, as he sits back on his knees, still on top of you. You push up on your elbows, reeling back when he inches his face closer to your own, kisses gently at your tears. If he wasn’t fucking psychotic, you’re sure you would’ve seen the gesture as sweet, if not a little strange.

He’s handsome, you’ve always noticed. But there was always something underlying inside of him that put you off. The glint in his eyes as he devours you with just a hooded look tells you all that you need to know.

“Good to who?” You question when you realize you’ve been staring at him far too long. But Gojo only smiles, tucking the knife away in the back of his pants as he brushes his nose against the curve of your jaw, your chin.

“Good to you. For you.” He purrs, voice dipping, makes you shudder all over. You try not to get distracted by the way he touches you, hands gentle and soft as if they hadn’t wielded a knife just moments earlier. He goads you down to lay on the bed, slowly, so slowly, his hands cradling the back of your head with a gentleness of a lover. He presses slow, sweet, sensuous kisses along the curve of your face, your ear, down the sides of your throat, where your pulse hammers against the confines of your skin.

His words hit you from earlier, ever so slowly, as you blink at the dimmed lights of your room. Moonlight bleeds through your open window, highlights the whiteness of his hair, halo’s the cerulean of his eyes, lidded, full of devotion.

“You said something about a creep in the library earlier.” You whisper, voice dipping as you blink up at him. You hadn’t known much about the guy when you saw the news about his death. Just knew that you had rejected him months ago, and how the quiet guy never really let everything go. You’d see him a few times off campus, thinking nothing of it.

“He was planning on doing awful, vile things to you, baby.” Gojo says softly against the expanse of your throat, undoing you, thread by thread as you lay there, stiff. Your mind reels, remembering the details of how the guy was found with rope and duck tape in his bag, how he was stabbed so brutally, that the library had to be shut off from students from the amount of blood that had seeped and spread into the floors. You remembered how he’d look at you with such disdain months after your rejection, how you never truly felt alone.

You come to the realization quietly, your words barely audible as Gojo slithers his hands up your shirt. Your skin is numb, his hands are warm, but they do nothing to quell the sinking feeling in your gut.

“He was going to kill me.” You whisper, eyes pricking with tears again as you feel your whole body getting stiffen up, a sense of dread settling into the pit of your belly. Gojo has slithered down the length of your body, his mouth pressing hot, wet kisses to the exposed skin of your stomach.

“He was.” He says, voice sure, soft as silk, soft as the tongue that laps at your bellybutton. You want to push him away. Your brain tells you to push him away, but your body freezes all over. Its too much information going on, being thrown at you, and you feel like you may be drowning without much water.

“And you saved me.” You state more than ask, your voice a breathless whisper as Gojo inches your shirt up and up until it rests on your collarbone. Your bra is exposed to his eyes and you know you should fight him off, but your arms feel like lead at your sides. He kisses the roundness of your breast, the left one, and then the right, then the middle.

“I did.” He nods once, his breath skimming against your skin as he wraps his lips around the fat of your chest. He sucks until it bruises, until you whine, until you find the strength in yourself to lift your arms and press them on his shoulders. It doesn’t do much to push him away, but he pulls back ever so slightly, his eyes shining in the moonlit room. His pupils are blown out, barely any blue to be seen, and you’re not sure if it terrifies you more, to not be swallowed by the ocean of his irises.

You blink at him once, twice, feeling yourself begin to float out of your own body. You don’t pay much attention to when he slides from sitting on top of you, to resting between your thighs, your legs thrown over his narrow hips, his pelvis pressed against the thin cotton pants your wear. You can feel his excitement. It doesn’t disgust you as much as you thought it would, but you’re not entirely in your own skin right now.

“I don’t—I don’t know what to say.” You stammer, eyes welling with tears as the moment dawns on you fully. Gojo only purrs, dipping down to lick at the swell of your puffy bottom lip as you suck in a shaky, ragged breath.

“A thank you, would be nice, my love.” Gojo sighs softly, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into him until his body melds into your own. His skin is hot. His teeth are sharp against your throat as he grinds his swelling cock against your ass. It brings you back into the moment, and you gasp sharply, nails biting into his shoulders through the thinness of his plain white shirt.

He only nuzzles his mouth against your pulse point, licking at it when it thumps erratically against the thin skin. You fear if he bites hard enough, he may pull the flesh from your muscle, may devour you whole with the admiration and hunger that vibrates from his very being.

“‘My love?’” You repeat, disgust lining your tone. It dies down when Gojo nips at your throat a little too harshly. “You don’t even know me. I don’t know you.” You try to reason, try to push back against the overwhelming nature of this very man, but he only pushes harder against you. Pushes and pushes until you’re trapped under him, until his cock is pressed flush against your cunt, until the heavy weight of it makes you whimper low in your throat. You’re not sure if its from fear or pleasure, but Gojo grins anyway.

“Oh, I know you more than you know yourself.” He says it so assuredly, that you waver for just a second, question how long he’s been following you, just how much he knows about every single aspect of you. “Just let me take my thanks from you. Its the least you can do, now that you owe me.”

He finishes his words off with another slow grind against you, and you bite the inside of your cheeks harshly when you feel the arousal starting to spill from your hole. You clench your eyes in shame, in embarrassment, that just moments before, you were scared out of your mind, and now you lay here, hole leaking, your nipples perking up against the slide of his chest against yours.

“Owe you?” You hiss, eyes clenching shut when he eases the cup of your bra down, and you don’t fight it. Maybe he’s right. Maybe you should be thanking him, lest you’d be buried somewhere in a ditch because some crazy man couldn’t handle your rejection. Maybe you should let him take his fill of you, just for the night.

“For saving your life.” Gojo hums, licking around your areola like a dog lapping at water. His mouth salivates at the salty taste of your sweat staining your skin, pursing his lips to let his drool dribble onto the perkiness of your nipple. You gasp as the warmth of it slides off, pools to the middle of your chest. He moves to the other one, does the same, before he slides his mouth to where the saliva gathers, trailing it down the expanse of your belly.

He grins when you shiver.

“I don’t—I’m not—” you shake your head, tucking your lip between your teeth when he grazes his own sharp ones around your sensitive nipples. Gojo shushes you when you continue to stutter over your words, leaning forward until his mouth hovers over your own, his lips wet with saliva, hearts in his blown out eyes.

“I won’t go all the way, yeah?” He murmurs, nodding his head, waiting for you to follow. He doesn’t speak again until you do, reluctant. “Just play with your pussy for a while, a test run. I want our first time to be special, anyway.”

His words barely register before he’s pulling away, ever so slightly, to tug down the thinness of your pants. You try to fight back, but its all for naught, when he slides the knife from the back of his pants. He doesn’t even look at you, despite the way your entire body locks up in fear. Only keeps his head down, humming and mumbling to himself, as he slices, ever so gently, down the front of your pants. They flay open, useless as the fight you try to put up.

He hesitates for only a second, glancing up at you from under his fringe, his smile as wide as it was outside when he chased you. It makes your heart plummet to your chest, a primal sort of fear inching up as you freeze all over. Gojo unceremoniously cuts away your cotton panties, one of your favorite pair. You don’t say anything to him.

“Gosh,” he mumbles with a smile, tossing the knife to the floor as he spreads your legs wider around his hips. “She’s even prettier up close.”

You’re not sure what he means by that, when he’s ever seen in between your legs to know what it looks like up close, but the thought makes you heat up anyway. Your face warms, and your throat closes up, fear and shame coursing through you, as you let him drink his fill of eyeing the way your folds glisten. Your puffy lips swollen, and your clit throbbing with every grind of his cock against you, your hole calling for something to fill it.

Your eyes water as you throw a hand over your face, embarrassed that your body accepts him so easily. But Gojo coos at you, softly, gently like a lover, pulls your hand from your face, greeting you with a worried expression on his own. His mouth pulls down, his bottom lip still wet from spit, cradling your head within his arms as he looks into your eyes so deeply, that butterflies flutter in your stomach.

“Don’t hide from me, okay?” He says quietly, pressing his lips to your own, soft, soft, careful. You hesitantly kiss him back, nodding once, tasting the sweetness of candies he always ate on his tongue. Gojo pulls back, pecking you once more, before he pulls away ever so slightly. You watch him undo his belt with shaking hands, his grin almost maniacal once more at the prospect of what’s to come.

You can only watch him, wonder what he plans on doing with you if not to go all the way. You eye him in anticipation, legs fallen open as he tugs his pants down, forgoing underwear completely. His cock falls out of its confines, thick and heavy, pale with a blushing red tip, drooling and angry. It bobs at the bite of the cold air of the room, his balls twitching when you let out a tiny gasp at the size of it.

You feel panic begin to flutter inside of you when he positions himself between your legs once more, angling his cock down until it hovers over your cunt. You gasp, clawing to sit up and scoot yourself back, but Gojo holds you firmly by the hips.

“I thought you weren’t putting it in,” you stammer, eyes growing wide at the sight of the blushing tip, thick and mushroomed, so close to your hole. You’re not prepared enough to take him without any kind of foreplay, but Gojo only smiles at you. Leans forward to peck at your nose sweetly, as he pushes you back down softly. You go reluctantly, eyes wide and terrified, as he stares down at you with nothing but love bleeding from his eyes.

“I’m not,” he reassures you, but you clench your eyes shut anyway when his cockhead brushes against your cunt. Except, he doesn’t press it in. Just slides the length of his cock up and down the smoothness of your cunt, his tip kissing your clit with every brush. You settle minutely, breathing out a deep sigh as you rest your head back on the bed beneath you.

“That’s it, baby.” Gojo moans, watching the tension expel from your body little by little. He grins, bright and wide, almost unhinged with the way his smile lines pull taut. He guides your legs until they rest on his shoulders, giving him a tighter squeeze, as he fits his cock between the puffy folds of your cunt.

“Getting my hands dirty was all worth it, just to feel you.” Gojo mutters softly, leaning forward until his mouth meets your breasts again. He tugs at your nipple with sharp teeth until you cry out, hands digging into the fluffiness of his hair. He soothes over the sting with a lap of his tongue, sucking the bud of it into his mouth to feel your hole clench around nothing, drool against his shaft. He groans, fucking his hips a little faster, trying to keep a steady pace, trying to make this moment last forever. But he’s waited so long to feel you, he’s not sure he can take another second.

“Seeing you like this, spread out for me,” he mutters, burying his face in your chest as he holds your thighs tight against him, sandwiching his body until he’s sure his head will pop. From the pressure or from the euphoria, he doesn’t care which, as long as the last thing he sees, smells, feels, is you.

“Makes me so hard, baby,” Gojo groans, kissing and licking his way up your chest until he meets your lips. They’re wide open, a breathless sound escaping you as he fucks you higher and higher up the bed without ever slipping himself inside of you. You tear at his neck and arms, his skin red and raw from your jagged nails, but he doesn’t seem to care. Just holds your pussy lips around his cock between his thumb and forefinger, pinching, until the lewd sight makes his eyes roll back, the wetness of you, the thickness of his cock rubbing so addictively against your swollen clit.

“You feel that? How bad I wanna put it inside you?” Gojo asks breathless, pressing his cock to your hole, which opens up, flutters, just for him, only for him. He throws his head back at the feeling, at what he promised you, but your pussy calls to him like a siren, its song of your wetness kissing against his tip something he doesn’t think he’s strong enough to ignore.

“Just the tip.” You whisper. It shocks him, stuns him into silence for just a moment. Your voice is so tiny, so small, he’s not sure if he imagined you actually saying it or not. But the glossiness of your eyes, the way your mouth forms and repeats and repeats the plea again and again—he’s sure he hadn’t imagined a single thing.

“Just the tip.” He promises you, diving down to take your mouth in his, his tongue pressing against your own. You welcome the kiss, your body loose and languid on the bed beneath him, your hole opening and inviting just for him. His pubes are slicked from rubbing against your cunt, but the wetness of your hole and the leakiness from his tip create a kind of kissing noise that he thinks may actually make his brain bleed from his ears.

Its addictive. Its hell. Its paradise—when he slides the fat head of his cock inside your tight hole. You cry out, throwing your head back at the stretch. Gojo doesn’t move, keeps his promise of just the tip, of making your first time special. He doesn’t move, despite the way your cunt clamps down on him, and your hips rock to feel him deeper, deeper, inside of you.

He rolls your clit between his thumb and forefinger, determined to make you cum before he does. He can feel himself ready to be thrown over the edge at the sight of you, the feel of you. Spread out in front of him, tits pretty and wet and bitten, pushed to the heavens as your back arches. Your mouth swollen from his kisses, whispering for him to just move, to give you the whole thing. Your cunt pretty and greedy and soft around him.

He thinks he may be going crazy.

He pinches your nipple with one hand, rolling it between thick fingers, as he uses the other to rub at your clit until you’re writhing beneath him. Your eyes clamp shut and you squirm, chest arching into his touch as you feel his cock twitching inside of you.

“Gonna cum,” you hiccup, hands clawing at his wrists, the way he pinches your nipple so tight between bruising fingers. Gojo only smiles at you, his eyes too wide, his grin too big. You see the love shine there, as bright as the moon behind his head. Its always been love, and its evident in the way he swipes at your clit until your entire body shakes all over.

“I love you.” He confesses, sure and quiet as you cum around his tip, his eyes clenched shut as the feeling of your spasming sends him over his own edge. He doesn’t pull out, and you gasp as he fills you up, rope after rope of his hot seed spurting inside of you for what feels like forever. His entire body goes stiff, his teeth grit as he holds himself still to keep from fucking his entire length inside of you.

When he finishes, the room falls silent, save for your labored breathing. He looks down his nose at you, and you see the killer that he’s always been. But you also see the love, the admiration, the willingness, the devotion. You think, for just a second, that it outweighs the murder.

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clumsiestgiantess · 9 months ago

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Cold weather prompt part 3! Since it’s angst day, I thought I might as well offer some angsty writing of my own @entomolog-t come and get it!

Stretching my arms high over my head, I wake up for the day and instinctively flinch, expecting my hands to whack painfully against the wooden wall behind my bed. They don’t, and I let my arms fall back down confusedly. A few seconds later, my foggy half-sleep disperses and I remember where I am. There’s clamoring noise coming from the other room, probably the reason I woke up. I didn’t want to leave the new bed I’d been gifted; even inside the air was cold, and the sun hadn’t even risen. In this blanket, all of that disappears as if by magic. It’s like no material I’ve ever felt. This type of soft and insulated fabric is extremely difficult for a borrower to get — rarely ever discarded by humans for the taking.

How does it manage to stay so warm? The echo of footsteps in the hallway sends my nerves readily spiked with adrenaline, and suddenly I’m out of bed. Alice appears in the doorway, in a hurry once again. “Oh! Good morning!” she greets me, “You were sleeping so soundly I thought I might have to write you a note to tell you when I’d be back.” Nodding with a tired yawn, I watch as she packs a drawstring bag with various utensils. “Another one of those exams?” I ask her, concerned that her worried behavior hadn’t changed despite my return.

“Yes,” Alice sighs, “I think I understand the material better, though. After you fell asleep, I stopped complaining so loudly about things I didn’t understand because I didn’t want to wake you. I guess I just needed to calm down and think things through a bit instead of just cramming everything at once. Seems like a silly thing to learn now of all times, hmm?” I’m not quite sure what sort of ‘cramming’ she was doing while I was asleep, but I nodded along politely.

“If I was a bother in any way sleeping here…” “Nonsense!” Alice waves a hand nonchalantly at me, “If anything, you being here calmed me down.” There was a brief silence as Alice tugged her bag closed. “Thank you.” Her voice softened, stepping up to the desk where I stood. “That must’ve been a hard decision for you to make. Just know, I’m glad you did what you did. Don’t get me wrong; I’m still stressed. But I think I would be a lot more stressed without knowing you were alright.”

A warm feeling similar to pride swells in my chest. It isn’t often that I’m assured I’ve done the right thing. “When will you be back?” I ask, for once genuinely wanting her to be around. Usually it’s the opposite; humans being out of the house is prime time for collecting harder-to-get materials. “Just about three hours,” Alice replies. That gives me time enough.

I’ve been meaning to check the outdoor faucet and drain some of the water. Sometimes, when no one’s been using it for a while, it stops running through the makeshift spigot I’ve set up in my home beneath the floor. It stopped working a few days ago and I’ve been meaning to go run it. These days it seems like I’m always running low on the precious liquid.

“Will you be alright here without me? Do you need me to help you down?” Glancing around for my bag — and inside it my climbing gear — I found it resting in a spot just to the left of my very cozy bed. Nodding satisfactorily, I turned back to the human who’d gone to sling her bag over the side of her shoulder. “I’ll be fine!” I assure her, “I am alone in your house often enough to know what I’m doing.” “Right!” Alice gasps, “I forgot you’ve been living here… Ok, s- see you when I get home?” It was a question, not a statement — unsure whether I was willing to let a freak occurrence like this happen again.

“Yes, I’ll be around. I always am. Call for me, and this time I’ll actually listen.” Alice’s smile brightens almost relievedly. Saying another quick goodbye, she steps out of the room and down the hall. I stand and listen until the sound of the door locking behind her reaches my ears. Clapping my hands and rubbing them together readily, I scoop up my things. “Alright, three hours. Time to go pay a visit to the water pipes.

Stepping around my perfect bed, I snatch my bag off the ground and rummage through its contents. I sigh in relief. Everything is here. Taking out my grapple and securely attaching it to the wooden ledge, I let the rope fall to the floor and lift myself onto it, slowly easing more and more of my weight on the cord to ensure it would hold me before scaling down. “Now all I need are a few supplies and I’ll be on my way.”

Only after arriving safely home do I realize I forgot the thread I’d journeyed all the way to Alice’s room for. Cursing my obvious mistake, I blame it on my disoriented awakening and began exchanging borrowing supplies for another set of equipment — boots that would cushion my fall to the ground outdoors, and a tough strip of fabric to help me grip and turn the spout’s handle that was meant for much stronger hands than my own. “I’ll just have to go back for the thread later. Alice will probably take me back to her room herself when she gets home.”

Alice. How is it that a person can be so frightening yet so welcoming at the same time? If you’d asked me a week ago what I thought I’d be doing in several days, you could’ve had me guessing for hours on end before I’d even think to answer: ‘Well, I think I’d be snuggling up in Alice’s hands and sleeping beside her on her desk, of course!’

Certainly not Alice. I’ve had nightmares about her before. During the summer, she’d kill every bug she stumbled upon without hesitation — some of them even spitefully. While it’s true I’m no bug, her general ferocity towards small creatures living in her home was more than enough to put me on edge for a month or two. Why was she so kind to me? Alice knows I’m.. not human. She knows that I’ve always been this small, that I’ve been living off the things she’s bought, in her apartment.

An embarrassed red rushes to my cheeks, and I shake my head stubbornly. That’s not even a thing for a borrower like me to be embarrassed of! I’m proud I’ve managed to live with a human for so long without her even knowing I’m here! Yet, the thought of Alice — the radiating warmth of her hands, the steady thrum of her pulse — is tantalizing to think about. I don’t even realize that I’m standing in the middle of the hall in dazed silence until someone moves something on the floor above, startling me.

Relax, Fen. She’s just a.. strangely benevolent human.. who saved your life. Ack! Thinking about this sort of thing is bizarre; just focus on the task at hand. Jogging the rest of the way there, I slip through a vent on the side of the building and into the chilling winter air outside. Seconds later, I hit the ground with buckled knees to further cushion my landing. If anything, this frigid weather should snap me out of my funk. Expertly, I skirt around the side of the building along the decorative bushes and reach the edge of the side wall. A water spout curves away from the concrete here.

Using the same grapple I’d slid down the desk with, I take a few good swings and attach it to the handle. My weight isn’t enough to set the water off, so I clamber up. All goes well as I use the strip of strong fabric I collected from my home to yank the faucet on, then let it run for a while. I can feel it through the pipe — freezing enough to make my skin burn red in seconds by just touching it. Thankfully, I don’t need much longer to get the water running through it smoothly again. Any longer and I’d risk someone spotting me unawares. Once, I’d nearly been grabbed by a child while doing this, but I’d jumped into a bush nearby and clung to a hidden branch until they’d gone.

With the coast remaining clear, I head back down. Just as I unhook my grapple from the handle, the sound of large footsteps rumbles over the paved walkway to my right. I dart beneath a bush and watch as two humans walk down the path towards the faucet. Fortunately, I’m finished using it, and there isn’t a trace of me for them to spot. “Watch out!” one human warns, “There’s some ice over-” “WOAH!” The other human yelps and slips over the frozen spot, reaching out and catching themself on the side of the building before they hit the ground. I freeze where I am. “You ok?” “Yeah, I just slid a little.” The humans walk carefully off, and I let out a relieved breath. Neither of them had noticed me.

Trekking back over to the vent, I wind up and cast my hook at one of the metal slats. The two pieces of metal collide and bounce off eachother, my grappling hook sliding uselessly down the closed grate. Closed? It’s.. It’s never closed! I-It’s not supposed to be closed! Oh no. The human who’d slipped had fallen against the building here. They’d hit the metal slits and accidentally whacked them shut. Shit.

The wind suddenly seems colder — the bushes sparser — as I make my way to the front doors. It’s already a rather cloudy day, but I swear the clouds weren’t such an ugly shade of rippling grey when I first arrived. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows at the front of the building, I can see the lobby. So close yet so far; I’ll never make it through such a big space without getting caught. A shiver wracks my body as the wind picks up. I’m not supposed to be out here this long, not without the new clothing I need to stitch for myself. Even though the weather’s a bit warmer than the freezing temperatures I was caught in before, it’s by no means warm.

Desperate for at least some heat, I slip behind a discarded cup near the entrance, my skin numbing then prickling with warmth every time the doors open. For just a few moments, I get relief before I’m shut out again. WHAK I cover my mouth to keep from yelping as something hits the ground right behind me. Whirling around in utter terror, I fear the worst: a human found me. A relieved chuckle bubbles out of my throat as I realize it’s just a splash of water.. from.. above me.

No no no. No, please it can’t be. Two more drops of water hit the pavement around me. “AHHH!” I cry out as a freezing raindrop hits me square in the back. My vision blurs briefly, my head pounding with fear. Terrified, I glance around the walkway. No one was around to hear me, but that wasn’t nearly as frightening as what I did see — one of the most dreaded things a person like me can encounter while venturing outside.

There’s an ominous crackling onslaught of noise before I can even spot the wall of water racing across the parking lot faster than any human can travel. It’s the kind of situation where all you can do is stand in one spot, utterly helpless to stop whatever awful thing is coming for you. Terror is coming from so far away, but there isn’t a single thing you can do to stop it. Instead, you stand back and watch.

Water pounds over me, stinging my skin with freezing projectiles. I’m on the ground in an instant. My own lungs choke my throat of air, convinced I’m drowning when I’m not. I take a few gasping breaths to try and assuage it; my face nearly presses against the pavement to do so. “Please,” I whine, unsure whether it’s the rain or my tears rolling down my cheeks. If I could just get to cover.

Weakly, I struggle to haul myself towards the foliage I’d left behind. I flinch and falter with every new pelting droplet of water that tears into my numb flesh. Panic grips my chest when I pull my hands back to my head, only to find them bloodied and shredded after trying to drag myself across the rugged cement. I can’t move; I can’t breathe. I’m dying. I’M DYING. “HELP! Someone please!” The last word I speak comes out in a nasty rasping groan as I’m hit again.

Thunder rumbles rhythmically around me. I doubt anyone could even hear- “Fen? Fen!” Holding a numb hand up against my brows, I barely manage to recognize the looming form of a human kneeling beside me. Seconds later, the drilling raindrops cease. Everything’s blissfully quiet and numb. I lay there and pant. “Fen, what are you doing out here?! I told you I’d be back! Why on Earth would you-? Oh please be alright!”

Slim fingers slip delicately beneath me and I wheeze a pained gasp. It hurts everywhere. Every breath shakes in my throat with a keening whine. Soon, I'm hoisted cautiously into the air, covered by a second hand to block the horrifying bombardment outside. I bask in the freedom to breathe properly, though my relief is largely shadowed by pain. When at last I’m deposited onto a tabletop, Alice tries to rub me dry with a hand towel. “AHHGGGGHH!” She flinches harshly away from me. “E-Everything burns,” I gasp. “The.. rain…”

I peel off my shirt in a hurry. Large red welts bloom along my skin where I was hit with the freezing water. Alice gasps, and I tilt my head up slightly to look at her. Her hands are clasped over her open mouth as she stares at me with a horrified expression. “Fen..” she whispers, voice laced with tears. Tears begin to sting my eyes as well, but with pain rather than pity. The human rushes away while I sit there and shake. I don’t want to, but I tear off my pants, too. Their course material stings awfully. When Alice returns, she hesitates very slightly at my appearance, but quickly moves closer with a tube of some strange ointment in hand, and my blanket in the other.

“N-No!” I struggle away as she reaches to place it over me. “It’s ok, it’s ok, see? The blanket’s a lot softer.” The fabric falls over me and I cinch up, only to drag it closely around myself not a moment later. She’s right. It hurts, but not nearly as badly. A few minutes of shaking later, and I begin warming up again. “Oh Fen, will you be alright? Why were you out there in the rain? If I was running late.. or if I hadn’t heard you.. you..” Tears start rolling down her face. “I- I’m ok.” My voice is still raspy, but at least I’m warm enough to speak.

Alice wipes her tears away with a few swipes of her wrist. “H-Here, I brought you some medicine. Once you warm up a bit more, you can put it on.” We waited as I told her what had happened. However, the more I heated up, the more feeling returned tomy body, and the more painful things became. After so long, I couldn’t keep talking, and instead lay down sprawled out over the soft material, breathing shallowly. “You poor thing.” Without the blanket wrapped around me, she could finally see just how harshly the weather had treated me.

With gentle caution, Alice lifts one of my arms carefully onto the pads of her fingers. I inhale sharply, but she quiets me. “It’s alright; let me put this on you and I promise you’ll feel better, ok? This’ll heal up your skin in no time, I promise.” I nod and let myself go limp. Alice takes the ointment to my skin, rubbing it gently over all the reddened patches across my arms and chest. They sting briefly, but fade away soon after. My eyes are closed when she gasps and they flicker fearfully open. “What happened to your hands?”

“I tried to get myself beneath the bushes.. couldn’t make it.” Alice gives me a pitying look. She takes extra caution with them, dunking them in semi-warm water to get the dried blood off. They start bleeding again, and she shakily wraps them up in little strips of larger bandages. I try to do it myself so she doesn’t have to struggle with their tiny scale, but the bleeding only worsens, so I have to stop.

Eventually, once the front of me is cared for, Alice reaches for my sides. “I’m going to have to lift you up to get to your back. Will that be too painful for you, or should I do it?” Her fingers hesitate less than an inch from my torso. “Do it. I can take it. I’ll be alright.” My voice has grown a bit stronger. The pain is more intense than I thought, and I take in a sharp breath, but ask her to continue. This awful pain is all the more reason for me to get it taken care of now rather than later.

I can’t sleep, but neither can Alice. She sits beside me the whole time, occasionally getting me water, snacks, or just conversation throughout the night. A few minutes past midnight, I gasp. “Wait, your exams! Don’t you need to study!? I’ll be fine; you have to-”. “It’s alright, Fen. I don’t have anything tomorrow. Well, today now,” she amends, nodding at the microwave clock. I relax with a sigh.

“That’s rather sweet of you, though. You seem awfully worried about me for someone who didn’t believe I’d be kind enough to help them just a few days ago… Sorry,” she adds after a brief silence. “I don’t mean to sound rude. It’s just.. nice of you. I was thinking about it earlier, actually. If I were in your shoes — if I were scooped up by some massive being — I probably would’ve run away too, even if they did claim they wanted to help me.” I sit up curiously, flinching slightly at the pain in my back. “I- I still can’t imagine what life must be like for you. I mean, I’m sure it’s fun getting to run around secret places all day just living life to the edge instead of worrying about school and working jobs like me. But it must be scary, too. This is twice now in the last three days I’ve saved your life.”

I huff, slightly upset. “I’m not usually in that much danger.” Alice shifts closer to me and I glance up at her with a bowed head. “Alright,” she says simply. Gently, her chin falls onto her arms — crossed on the counter beside me. She doesn’t say anything else, but her eyebrows furrow slightly, eyes crinkling worriedly at the edges. I’ve never been so close to a human to notice all these small details before. My arm must’ve drifted between my lap and the air several indecisive times before I finally let myself reach for her.

All those little details shift and soften into a look of surprise muted by a soft relief. Her hand reaches for me, engulfing my entire forearm before sliding my palm gently onto the pad of her thumb, holding it with the side of her pointer finger pressed on top of it. Releasing my bandaged hand, her fingers drift upwards towards me. My heartbeat quickens, but I make no move to get away. A single gentle finger glides across my head, tucking some of my mussed hair back behind my ear and away from my eyes. Alice’s hand drifts back down and rests beside me, though her gaze never leaves mine.

“Now that you know I won’t hurt you,” the human begins quietly, “will you stay here? More.. out in the open? Where I can talk to you or.. hang out.. sometime?” Her cheeks redden slightly, and our gazes finally break as hers darts away from mine. “It’s ok if you don’t want to, you- you probably have a whole house somewhere around here that I’ll probably never see-” Quickly, I put a hand over hers beside me to stop her from babbling any further. “Alice, I still live here; I won’t be far. True, I don’t exactly have to sneak around the place to avoid you anymore, though. I’ll probably be walking through here all the time. We can stop to talk.. or hang out.. whenever you want.”

Alice gives me a grateful look. “I’d like that. It- It gets lonely sometimes,” she explains, again glancing embarrassedly away from me. I can’t help but smile. How could I have been afraid of a human so docile as her?

Less than an hour later, Alice is asleep. Her tired face rests smushed against the counter, breaths evenly and slowly rushing through the otherwise silent room. Something about the moment makes me smile despite the constant throbbing ache of my raw skin. She’s certainly nothing like how I thought she would be, but at the same time, everything I’d want her to be. “Please stay like this,” I whisper to no one but myself. “I know your kind is still awful. Don’t let them change you.”

#I’m thinking of doing an Alice pov of the first two parts next!#again just let me know if you’d like to see it!#g/t #giant/tiny

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lcnelyghost · 2 years ago

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Hi! I love your writing, can you please do how your first fight with the boys from AHS please? Like the reason why you fight and whatever else you think would be good? Thanks xx

troubled lovers//the ahs boys

pairings; fem reader with tate langdon, kit walker, kyle spencer, jimmy darling, james patrick march, tristan duffy, dandy mott, rudolph valentino, and michael langdon.

rating; potentially pg13

warnings; mentions of murder, alcohol abuse, drug use, and slight harsh language

tate langdon;

• It was you suddenly remembering what he did. And those horrible memories made you terribly uncomfortable whenever the thought of them happening again crept in. You forced yourself to interrogate him and ask why he did what he did

• Hates screaming, hates shouting, hates the whole lot

• He’ll get so frustrated to the point he’s tempted to rip his own hair own

• Passes out in you’re arms from the exhaustion of crying

• He makes himself psychically ill seeing as he cries way too hard and simply won’t stop

kit walker;

• I hope you’re expecting him apologising to you every other second of the day, because that’s just what the poor love does

• His Mom and Dad never got along when he was a kid, so he always feared raising his voice to anyone growing up

• You began to rant about something that was completely out of Kit’s control. His work hours. You felt like you never got to see him anymore and it finally pushed you over the edge

• He can’t help but defend himself in this situation. It’s something he can only try to fix but there’s no promising that he can convince his boss to stop the night shifts completely

• Even if it’s a screaming match, Kit REFUSES to say anything rude about you’re image, how you are, and you in general

kyle spencer;

• Kyle is terrified of fighting with anyone. He hates the atmosphere after all those horrible harsh words are said

• You grew tired of Kyle refusing to do anything he isn’t fond of doing. Not anything major, but more like things that a person simply just needs to get through in life. If it was something extreme he didn’t like, obviously you know there’s boundaries

• He can’t go to sleep until he knows you’re not mad at him anymore

• You feel like slapping yourself the minute you see tears trickling down his cheeks

• Lots of hugs and kisses after everything’s okay again

jimmy darling;

• You can’t put up with his non stop drinking. You practically stay up all night worried sick when he hasn’t arrived back home safe

• You’re so pissed if he’s that drunk he can’t leave his trailer because he’s unable to step away from the toilet without vomiting five minutes afterwards

• Even if it’s one little snide comment, if Jimmy feels anything is directed at him, he’s the one to turn it into a full blown argument

• He’d never put his hands on you. Hell no. But Jimmy tends to say a lot of things he ends up regretting

• You kick him out the trailer for about a day or two and that’s enough to make him grovel on his knees for you

james patrick march;

• He finally snapped after you admitted that you would still like to be alive as of now, and didn’t like the fact that James wanted you to take you’re life so you could be with him in the Cortez. You just weren’t ready yet

• If you flinch in any sort of way during the argument, the temptation of bursting into tears hits James hard

• He could never allow himself to put his hands on you in the wrong sort of way. Let alone leave any marks. He may have been a man who had good skills when it came to narcissism and manipulation, but he simply would never bring himself to hit a woman

• You storm off to bed, leaving James just sat there, slowly sipping on whatever beverage he currently had. And when he finally thought about what had just happened, he’d begin to sob with his head in his hands

• He’d come running back to you, apologising a million times. He knows you’ll always be loyal to him. So all you do is tell James that when the right time comes around, you’ll take you’re last breath in the Cortez, and spend the rest of eternity with you’re beloved

tristan duffy;

• He got real pissed at you when he finally noticed how close you were being with the rest of the male ghosts at the hotel. You yourself knew that it would annoy him, but you didn’t care. You felt so greedy when it came to the other men that roamed the halls of the Cortez. And unfortunately, Tristan was the one to suffer from it

• Whatever you do, don’t make ANY insensitive comments about him and his past drug use. It deeply hurts him inside and makes him feel like a total waste of space

• He sees the influence these other guys have on you, to the point it begins to terrify him

• Tristan loves you and everything you do. He truly admires you, and the thought of losing you to some sad fucker like Donovan makes him go crazy

• You realise that in the end, you were just being a total bitch. And you hated the fact that it took Tristan to eventually hit breaking point for you to see that

dandy mott;

• Y’all, it’s Dandy. THE MFN KING OF ARGUMENTS FOR GOD SAKE

• He isn’t satisfied when you tell him that you’re going out with you’re friends for the night. In fact, he knows how bored he’ll be, and he simply won’t allow it

• Literally begs you not to leave and swears he’ll take you out somewhere fancy, just don’t leave him by himself at all..

• He kicks up a stink and rants, and rants, AND RANTS..

• You grow tired of this so instead of leaving to stop him hurting you’re ears, you just take him out for ice cream lol

rudolph valentino;

• You guys NEVER fight. Like never fr. Never have, never will!

michael langdon;

• You try not to start a fight with Michael seeing as his past was a bit fucked up, but you’re the kind of girl who takes no one’s shit 💀

• You were really close with some of the witches, and after finding out Michael killed half of them? UH UH..

• You don’t wanna be like Constance here but you feel he NEEDS to know the kind of shit he’s done. Like you won’t stand for it at all. You couldn’t care less if you’re boyfriend was the Antichrist..

• You’re even more upset at him that this has rocked the boat with the rest of the witches and you’re the one they all keep throwing these comments at. Michael knew better than to put this on you..

• He tries to keep you out of the situation and knows he can’t hurt you. Even if one bit of anger is tempting enough for him to put you in any sort of danger, he can’t. Not you. You could be angry at him for all eternity and he’d still be madly in love with you. His people were annoyed by the fact that even the Antichrist could fall in love, he wasn’t supposed to, but this was the one thing Michael couldn’t control

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slytherinshua · 9 months ago

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HAUNTS OF THE PAST, FEARS OF THE FUTURE

genre. comfort. set in the onf universe except i don't know too much about the lore lmao. warnings. mention of death, trauma, and nightmares. not proofread. pairing. yuto x fem!reader. wc. 1k. request. no. a/n. i love yuto if that wasn't already obvious

“Will it ever come off?” You asked, a tint of wonder in your voice as you traced a light finger over the black lines that marked Yuto’s neck. The dark barcode contrasted with his lighter skin, and though it was a sign of countless struggles he’s been through, you couldn’t help but think that it was beautiful.

“I don’t think so.” He mumbled. He was extremely tired, having just come back from a stressful mission with the team. You were right there with him from the moment he walked back into the base. It was hard for him to sleep without you— constant nightmares plagued him whenever his eyes closed.

“Did it… hurt?”

He let out a slight chuckle at your question, “I don’t remember. It was probably some other universe me that got it. Don’t you remember?” He looked back at you, fondness and love swirling in his dark irises.

“I know that, but I don’t know, I just thought— Nevermind.” You laughed too, dismissing the question and drawing your hand back from his neck. “You should get some rest.” You told him, lovingly running a hand through his white hair, relaxing him as much as you could.

“I don’t want to sleep in that room again.” He whispered suddenly. One glance at his face told you everything you needed to know. Last time he had slept in his room, his nightmares had been so bad that he didn’t want to even attempt to sleep for weeks. You had finally gotten him to rest in your room a couple days ago— curled up in your arms, assuredly safe from everything he had been through; the past and the fear of what the future held for him.

Being part of the resistance group meant a life of constant uncertainty. Everything could go wrong in an instant. Lives were at stake, and the courage it took all of you to even keep going was remarkable. You were only able to do it because you had Yuto, and he was likewise.

He had always been able to come to you to talk about anything he was struggling with, even when he was too scared to tell anyone else. He trusted you, even before anyone else had. The trust soon blossomed into something more, and now you could barely remember what your life was like without him. Only that it was dark and lonely.

“I’ll be right there with you, I promise. You’ll be okay.” You shushed him, hoping that the scared look in his eyes would fade away. It didn’t, and it was almost like a stab straight to your heart. You hated that he had been subjected to so much.

Having the memory and feeling of dying, yet always finding yourself back again was a burden he carried with him— you all did. But you knew it was harder for Yuto. He always remembered and felt things so deeply. He was emotional and sensitive, which was something extremely rare and precious for the team to have. He was never one to jump to do something rash, though he was willing to take a risk (so long as those he loved were sure to be protected). He was the voice of reason more times than you could count.

He wasn’t sure if it was reasonable to blame himself for all the times things had gone wrong, but he couldn’t help it. It felt like everything he tried to do backfired. Though the other boys always assured him that he was crucial to the team, he rarely wanted to believe them.

“He’s always there in my dreams. Always in that room.” Yuto shuddered. You knew seeing that distorted face of one of his closest friends was one of the hardest parts about the nightmares. A face he had grown to love and trust for years suddenly turned so twisted. Hyojin’s clone had terrorised everyone— the real Hyojin sleeping in the other room the most.

Yuto wasn’t quite sure how Hyojin could still sleep peacefully. He didn’t seem to be too affected by his evil likeness. Each day he only grew more eager to find his other self and end it. Wyatt, much like Yuto, had nightmares too. He had his own trusted person to help him through it. You were glad that the team stuck so tight together despite every hardship thrown at them. You were proud you were able to help, even just a little bit.

“I’ll hold you. I won’t let you go— not even for a second.” You assured him again, cupping his face and tilting it up a little until his eyes met yours. You hoped your sincerity showed through.

“Will you wake me up if you have to go? If I wake up without you next to me-” He started to stutter, panicking at just the thought of it.

“You’ll assume the worst.” You finished the sentence for him, knowing exactly his thoughts and feelings. You didn’t say anything else, but merely pulled him closer until he crumbled into your arms. Fatigue and weariness washed over him quickly, and you could tell he was already falling asleep in your arms just from how light his hold on you became.

You made sure he was on his bed before he could fully disappear to his dreams. Once he was tucked safely under the covers, you slid under them with him. Slowly and carefully, you silently told him all your promises again; even if he was half-asleep. One kiss to his forehead, and another to his cheek. Finally you reached his lips. Though he was too tired to kiss you back, you made sure the kiss lasted long enough to make him feel at ease. You held him tightly, making sure he was soundly asleep before you let yourself drift off as well.

Falling asleep every night was a struggle, but you were there every time to help him through it. There was simply nothing you wouldn’t do for him. He meant too much to you, and seeing him hurt in any type of way was infinitely more painful than death.

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neurodivergent-multishipper · 3 months ago

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Pens and gears chapter two: school life

this is part of a series find chapter one here or on my ao3 in my pinned post

When Katsuki heard that he and Izuku were going to be in the same class he was honestly pretty excited. Since he was a kid he didn’t have many friends due to struggling with social cues and tending to get angry easily. So this was a first time for him being excited to be in the same class as a friend.

The only issue was that Katsuki had been extremely stressed lately. He seriously admires Izuku, but that boy was so amazing in his eyes. He was good at art, he was happy and upbeat, he had talent. And Katsuki just felt lacking next to him,

It was the first day of their new school year today. Katsuki packed everything he needed, all his Allmight stationary in one pencil case. And all his notebooks shoved into his backpack. He walked to school and met Izuku at the park.

“Kachan!, isn’t this exciting? we’re going to be in the same class!” Izuku said in a cheery tone, his cheeks flushed from walking in the heat. Katsuki chuckled and ruffled Izuku’s already messy hair.

“Yeah, I'm excited too,” Katsuki said with a small smile. Seeing Izuku always brightened his day slightly even when his motivation was slipping. He felt a little more at ease and grounded knowing someone cared for him.

When they got to school Katsuki went to find his headphones in his bag and felt something sink in his chest when he realized he forgot to pack them. He let out a disgruntled sigh which caught Izuku’s attention.

“Huh?, is something wrong Kachan?” He said, tilting his head curiously. Katsuki just sighed again.

“I forgot my headphones at home and class is about to start….i’ll be fine i think…just some extra sounds…” He said dismissively, trying to ignore how scared he was to go without his headphones. He’d used noise canceling headphones since he was a little kid so going without them felt disturbing.

They both walked into class and sat down in assigned seats, Bakugo could hear everything, the scratching of pencil on paper, every little breath and whisper was invading his senses, but he did his best to ignore it despite that itching feeling in his chest.

When Lunch finally rolled around, he grabbed Izuku’s hand and pulled him behind the school.

“Lets eat here…please” He said quietly. He normally had poor volume control, so Izuku was a bit surprised but he nodded, sitting down and leaning against the brick wall of the back of the school. He patted the grassy ground next to him. Katsuki sighed and slid down the wall. He leaned his head on Izuku. Izuku jumped a bit in surprise but allowed it happily. A small tear rolled down Katsuki’s face and Izuku panicked, gently grabbing his face.

“Woah!, are you ok?, why are you crying?” He rushed out. He grabbed a pack of tissues from his pocket and handed one to Katsuki so he could wipe his tears.

“I’ve….been really stressed” he says shakily, his voice cracking. “God…sorry for crying in front of you i’m such a fucking loser” He says, chuckling bitterly. Izuku suddenly buts in.

“Hey!, don't talk about yourself like that!, you’re really cool, you always are so passionate about what you care about, and being emotional isn’t a bad thing…everyone cries sometimes and i’m glad to be there for you” Izuku says with a worried expression, his brows crinkled together.

Katsuki sighed.

“You’re so positive all the time…i don't know how you do it…and you’re so talented too and i’m just me!” Katsuki says bitterly. Izuku’s face suddenly squishes up in thought.

“There’s a lot of things you’re good at though! you’re always so good at figuring out how things work! whether its predicting things in stories, or random gadgets, you’re really smart! just because i have my talents doesn’t mean you aren’t good at anything!” Izuku says his voice filled with admiration. Katsuki burst out laughing.

“Man…i don't know how someone as amazing as you could see any redeeming qualities in me…that's what i like about you, you’re so determined to see the good in things” Katsuki says, squishing one of Izuku’s cheeks. Izuku slapped Katsuki’s hand away but then clasped it in his.

“I really do care for you” He says, leaning against Bakugo.

They remained like that for the rest of lunch period.

#autistic bakugo #autistic izuku #civilian au #my hero fanfic #mha fluff #mha fic #fluff and angst #mha fanfic #mha deku #mha #mha bakugou #mha bkdk #bkdk fanfic #bkdk #bnha bkdk #bakudeku fanfic #bakugo x deku #bakudeku #mha fanfiction

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femmmie · 3 months ago

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THE ISLAND

Chapter 4: A blunt goodbye

Anthony knows what he has to do, but he can't go without saying goodbye to his friend Brandon.

(Author's note: it's still somewhat of a mystery what Anthony is going to do, it probably has something to do with the readings on the genetically engineered algae from chapter 2. But either way, he's going to have to leave. In this timeline he and Ian still have not met! So now he goes to Brandon Rogers to have a smoke and work up the courage to go to work for the last time tomorrow... btw I took some creative freedom in describing Brandon, as I know him mostly as Bryce x3 some of her traits definitely influenced my writing LOL)

Chapter word count: 1.103

Rating: teen (weed, bj mention)

Anthony’s phone screen had a crack that ran all the way through the middle. He didn’t mind enough to get it fixed and he certainly didn’t want to get a new phone just because of a minor inconvenience.

Anthony: hey, can I come over?

Brandon: sure, bitch

Anthony: k, be right there

Brandon Rogers was one of Anthony’s oldest friends. He worked in e-commerce so he could literally phone it in from home. Anthony hung out at his place a lot after work.

“Anthony!” Brandon greeted him at the door of his house with a jovial open armed gesture. He was barefoot and wore an old dirty yellow T-shirt with jeans shorts. He looked like a grandpa but with great hair and large, feminine eyes.

The two friends hugged. Anthony smelled weed, which was promising.

They sat down at the kitchen table of the richly decorated home. It was just like Anthony had time-traveled to the nineteen-sixties. Everything was green, yellow and brown, with exotic house plants cheering the place up. Works of art hung on every wall. The furniture was dark brown, with lots of open cabinets full of curiosities and knick-knacks.

“Well you look like shit,” Brandon commented after taking a better look at Anthony. “Want something from the fridge?”

“Yeah, anything with ice, please.” Anthony spoke with such a hoarse voice, it barely sounded like him.

“Jesus, what’s happened to you?” Brandon handed Anthony a lemon tea with extra cubes.

“I didn’t sleep last night…”

“I can see that! Your pretty face is all pale. What’s wrong, buddy?”

Brandon could be rude and direct, but he could also be extremely sweet and caring. And Anthony always felt at home around him.

“Oh, you know, just another day at the office…” Anthony didn’t want to tell his friend. But he had to. Even if telling him would mean saying goodbye. Fuck…

Anthony and Brandon had met in college and knew almost everything about each other. Brandon always had a new boyfriend, and it always ended badly. But he’d tell the story so hilariously that they’d both just have a great time laughing about it.

Brandon tried time and time again to get Anthony to work less. To take up a hobby. Lately he’d somewhat convinced him. So Anthony had started painting, and several of his works hung around Brandon’s house now.

Yeah, Brandon was a good influence. Most of the time.

“Shit. Here.” He handed Brandon a handwritten note.

Brandon didn’t say anything but suddenly turned off his phone and walked resolutely out of the room.

Anthony looked out of the window. He heard helicopters buzzing around. The smoke from yet another wildfire was approaching. Luckily, Brandon’s home was weather-proofed.

Loud music started playing. Brandon reappeared, a little pale himself.

“What the… what the fuck, Anthony?”

“I can’t risk anyone hearing this.”

“Hearing what?!”

“Brandon, do you remember when I told you that thing…”

“No way. NO WAY! I mean, I do remember.”

“It worked.”

“Well slap me senseless you silly slut! Are you going to do it?”

“Yeah. I have to. I’m going first thing tomorrow morning. But I can’t do it without saying goodbye.”

“Anthony… this is so fucked up! I always knew you were special though…”

They both laughed.

“I’m sooo special!” Anthony danced around.

Brandon lifted his brow disapprovingly. “I’m too sober for this! Wanna smoke?”

“Hell yeah.”

They went over to Brandon’s couch and rolled up two blunts. They smoked in silence for a while.

Then, Brandon looked at Anthony, eyes heavy.

“I’m never going to see you again, am I?”

Anthony looked at his feet, and then at Brandon. “No, I guess not. But hey, who knows, right? The future isn’t set in stone.”

“Anthony, I’m- I, you know I love you, right?” Brandon’s pleading look intensified.

“Of course, and I love you too my friend.”

“Yeah, yeah we’re such good friends!”

Brandon massaged his temples, like he was trying to suppress something.

“Of course we’re friends! But Anthony, I’ve ALWAYS…”

Brandon sighed. His eyes watered up, as he looked at Anthony with a desperation he’d never shown before.

“You’re so much more than my friend, Anthony. You’re my role model, my rock, my… my crush… Shit...”

“Wait, you have a crush on me?” Anthony couldn’t help but flirt, even though he knew it was cruel. He smirked, but Brandon was dead serious.

“Listen, bitch. Can I please… can I just suck your dick? Just once! Just- close your eyes, pretend I’m someone else!” Brandon got ready to get on his knees, but Anthony stopped him.

“Whoa, Brandon, slow down! We’re not gonna do that, okay?”

Brandon started to full on cry now. Damnit, why did Anthony have to be cursed with his good looks. It ruined more for him than it fixed.

“There, there,” He hugged his friend and patted him on the back.

“I’m sorry, I just, this was my only chance to ask you, you know… Oh, I’m an idiot.”

“No, you’re not an idiot! I mean you are, but not like that. I can’t help that I’m that bitch!” Anthony mimicked a girly voice: “That bitch that everyone wants to either be or fuck! That baaaad bitch!”

“You’re a lunatic.”

“I know.”

“I still love you, though.”

“And I still love you, too.”

“Remember when we went to that drag bar and all the queens wanted a picture with you?”

“Hehe, yeah I remember. We got so fucking drunk.”

“I thought you were the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. It almost made me straight. You were truly stunning, like you were made to be a drag queen.”

“Maybe I missed my calling?”

“Yeah, you for sure did! But I guess it’s fine, you’re going to save us all.”

“I have no idea if I will… I might make everything worse.”

“Can’t get any worse, Anth. It can’t get any worse. Look, it’s black outside. Not cloudy. Black! We’re all living partly on canned food! It’s gonna run out sooner or later.”

Anthony took a long hit. His blunt was almost gone. He slowly breathed out.

They lit up another two blunts and after a long while, he finally drifted off to sleep.

Anthony woke up to a dark-orange sunrise. Brandon was still lying next to him on the couch. He was hugging Anthony’s foot like a teddy bear. But Anthony was very clear-headed. He maneuvered to free his leg, got up, smiled, bowed down and kissed his friend on the lips.

“See you, buddy,” he whispered. And he was off to his last day of work at Pressalike.

#smosh #anthony padilla #brandon rogers #fanfic #pining #being so in love w your friend you offer a bj (brojob)#climate change dystopia #somnophilia but not really(a)#bittersweet goodbyes

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