#of course his class saw it too but hey technicalities

[flippinpancakes64]

Hey, i love ur works. I was wondering if i could request the Cullens with a reader who’s really good with children and is also a kindergarten/elementary school teacher. Thank u💞 Hope you have a nice day

The Cullens with a Reader who’s good with Kids

I apologize ahead of time for any inaccuracies here. There are no children around me and I do not go seek them out either. Me and kids do not mix…

Anyways thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Edward:

We don’t really know how he feels about kids before the birth of Renesmee

I mean obviously he loves her, but we don’t know if that’s because he loves kids or just because she’s his daughter

Either way I feel like he would be good with them

He would love to come help you with your students anytime you want him to

He loves setting up little games for them to play and reading to them

And he loves how good you are with kids

It just makes him go crazy

And then he gets stuck in that spot of wanting a kid with you. It not wanting to put you through what Bella went through

But that’s a whole different topic

He does have a moment of self doubt

He thinks you should be with someone who is alive and who could give you kids (if you want them)

Not someone who’s dead and could only hurt you

But he does get over himself

Eventually

Until then he helps you in your classes

All of your students love him btw

Alice:

You know those videos on tiktok of elementary school teachers going all out decorating their classrooms?

Alice is making you do that whether you want to or not

She’s buying all of the streamers, decorations, and posters she can find

She has so much fun with it

And she LOVES to dress you up in colorful outfits

If you’re a man or a woman or anything in between it doesn’t matter

Cause you are gonna wear this rainbow sweater no matter what

And I have a feeling she’s really good with kids too

She’s never had a really strong desire to have any, but she loves to hang out with them when they’re around

She helps out in your classroom as much as she can

And if that help is just making sure your streamers are up to fire code… who’s keeping track anyway

Jasper:

This man is scared of kids

There was one time where he was just walking through a park with Alice and a kid tripped and scraped his knee

He almost went ballistic

Kids are so unpredictable and such a danger to themselves and other kids

Way too prone to bleeding for him to be comfortable

So he’s always on edge around them

Not to mention he’s always awkward

He doesn’t know what to talk about

He was in your room once and a kid was trying to play with him and he just… sat there

Bro is lost

Tried talking about the weather to one of your kids once too

It’s best to keep him away

He’s more than willing to help decorate your room though

And grade tests if you’re getting a bit swamped

It’s just in everyone’s best interest if he’s only in your classroom after hours

Rosalie:

Do I even need to elaborate

She is THE woman for the job

We all know she loves kids, and if what we saw of her with Renesmee proves anything, she’s great with them too

So this is literally the perfect arrangement

She loves kids

She’s not able to be around kids often

You show up

You are literally an elementary school teacher

Perfect match

She comes over literally every time that she can

And since there’s nothing technically holding her back, that’s pretty often

She poses as your student teacher in order to be there all the time

Really, she’s great with them

And she loves it

And the fact that you love kids and are great with them too instantly puts you at #1 on her list

Emmett:

I feel like he’s also great with kids

They love him

I mean, when you’re a kid, what’s better than the guy who can swing you around

Very few things tbh

The boys in your class especially love him

They love arm wrestling or racing him

He lets them win of course

He mostly shows up at your classroom around recess

But hey at least he gets all of their energy out before they need to sit down more

He’s also not someone who dreams about having kids

But if you want them, then he’s all for it

As long as you’re either willing to adopt or willing to go through what Bella went through

But as for him, he’s okay with the little guys you have running around your classroom

Esme:

Another mother at heart

She loves kids

I mean, she’s dedicated her entire vampire life to being an adoptive mother to about 7 immortal kids

So she is more than willing to help you with anything you want

Your kids absolutely love her too

They always get excited when Mrs Esme comes to visit

She is the best at storytelling

She has their entire attention for as long as she spends talking

And she loves helping you decorate your room too

Of course, she also loves that you’re so good with kids

As someone who once had a child and now has so many “children,” it’s important to her that her partner loves kids

Any time you need help, she is there

And she is so excited to decorate your classroom

She brings in candy and food for every single holiday party

Your kids don’t need to provide a single thing

That might be why they all love her actually

Jk jk

She’s just so sweet how could you not

Carlisle:

He is also a guy who’s great with kids

I mean, when you’re one of the only doctors in a small town you kinda have to be good with all kinds of people

Kids love him too

He doesn’t even really need to try

He’s just sort of unbothered by whatever kids want to do to him

So if a kid wants to climb onto his back and pull his hair and sit on his head then he won’t stop them

It’s not like it hurts or anything, he’ll live

Obviously though, he can’t be at your classroom all of the time

Actually, he can’t even be there every once in a while

The clinic is pretty demanding

So he mostly just helps at home

The amount of times when he has graded your kids’ papers or printed off new worksheets for them while you were asleep is countless

He just tries to support you where he can

And of course his money is your money

You want to throw a birthday party for one of your students? Here’s his debit card, go crazy

Vampire! Bella:

She’s a reluctant person with kids

I mean, obviously she loves Renesmee, but aside from her, she’s never been good at dealing with kids

She’s just awkward around them

Sort of the same vibe as Jasper

Doesn’t know what to say to them

She was in your classroom and one of the kids was talking to her

So she just started talking about politics?

Even the kid was confused

But the problem is that kids love her

You don’t really know why, neither does she

But something about her just draws kids to her

She prefers to just help you out at home

But she gets frustrated too quick with the little kid writing

“What the hell is this supposed to say? I’m just gonna mark it wrong”

“Bella you can’t just do that-“

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Parent-Teacher Conference—Toji Fushiguro-Zenin. +18 CONTENT MINORS DNI

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a singledad!Toji fic to fill my empty heart. i’m a slut for toji and i hope you guys are too. making this a 3 part series! please enjoyyyyyyy. 💜

content warnings: f!reader, AFAB, tiny kabedon, height difference, healthy age gap (6 years), trying my best to keep body descriptions to a minimum, hickeys, sex toys, marking, jealousy, slight possessiveness, oral (f!receiving), tiddie sucking <3, fingering, edging, public use of sex toy, pet names, and whatever else might had slipped my mind.

word count: 2.2k

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It’s been a busy 2 weeks with the PT conference being tomorrow. I have 0 time for myself. There’s two places I’m always at, either at school teaching my students or at home grading and preparing student reports. The end of the 10 weeks is always a mess. At least I teach High School, and my kids are so good they help me with the stuff.

There’s always a few students from each class that volunteer to help organize and store papers and that has helped me for sure. Like whenever Nobara, Yuuji and Megumi from my 10th grade class stay after school every Tuesday to help me out. They really are the best and I 100% could not survive without them. Talking about the kids, Megumi is really special. I’ve literally taught him since middle school, and it’s kind of funny because when I first started teaching him he would accidentally call me “mom” sometimes, his cute little face always made me smile. I remember when his mother passed away and I attended the service, it was the first time I saw his dad.

Toji Fushiguro, what a sight to remember. He was one of those people I knew I would never forget about. Year after year, conference after conference Toji and I’s friendship grew closer. Of course, always formal since he is my student’s dad. But there’s always a part of me that dreams of it being more than just that. The way he would slightly touch my hand with his fingers, acting as if nothing happened. Whenever he says “Hello” and puts his hand on my waist as he brings me in for a hug. I swear, one time that man was as hard as a rock and he just acted so normally. His tall, muscular build haunted me in my dreams.

Every single night, I would dream about him ravaging me in different positions. The way he would eat me out, fuck me senseless. I would imagine how he could roughly handle me and just how good he would feel inside of me, leaving me clenching around my fingers as I tried to satiate the need for his cock. However, every single morning I had to remind myself that it would never change. At least that’s what I always thought.

I decided to get up 1 hour earlier and get myself ready. Since today we had no class and I wasn't going to deal with any cooking, I wouldn’t have to wear my go-to chef uniform. Rummaging through my clothes, I decided to wear a simple emerald green and black pants suit, along with some 2 inch closed platforms. Also, I took the opportunity to wear some makeup and style my hair since I rarely got the chance to do so in school.

Once I arrived at the Jujutsu Technical School campus I quickly went up to finish setting up my lab to greet the parents and guardians of my students. For each parent student teacher conference I would have the kids make something for their families so they could snack as they picked up the grades for the quarter and discuss some details with me. They all decided to make some cake pops and they looked adorable. Some are movie themed, others by colors and even by aesthetics. Kids these days, am I right? When I finished everything I decided to sit patiently at my desk and wait for all of the parents to arrive.

Not to my surprise, Toji arrived first. I could sense his presence even with me being against the door. His sultry, silky and sinful voice decided to greet me. “Hey there Ms. _____. It’s been too long since our last encounter.” I turned my seat around to face him, getting startled as he was way closer than I anticipated. His hand went for my arm, sliding one finger over my bare hands. “Hi Sir, it’s a pleasure to see you get here so early. As you know, Gumi’s sweets are at the left corner of the table. You can grab the cake pops he made you and Sumi this time. He worked really hard on them.”

He looked at the table, walked up to it and got his and Tsumiki’s bag and returned to my desk. He shoved the sweets in his pocket and plopped his hands to either side of my desk. Trapping me in to smell his fresh, clean cologne. “I was thinking of doing some experiments. What do you think? Megumi tells me about everything you guys do in this class. And, it gets me thinking. Are you as fun in bed as you are in the classroom? I’m sorry Ms. ____ but I know I’m not the only one that feels this tension.”

He stopped for a second, eyed me up and down. Taking one of his hands and moving it to my chin as he lifted it up to continue his sermon. “I‘ve seen the way you look at me. How your thighs clench whenever I tease you. I’m not blind you know? And you’re not hiding it now either.” He took his eyes off of mine and dragged them across my body. I could feel his intense stare burning through the fabric. Starting a fire in my core that would soon become too hot to control.

“Sir, this isn’t right… Anyone can come up now and see us like this. I work here, I don’t want to risk that for whatever my body feels like. I can deal with it later. This is wrong.” I tried to believe the words that came out of my mouth. We both knew i was lying about it not being right. We were both adults, he was only a few years older than me since he had Megumi at 16. We were only 6 years apart, so it wasn’t inmoral. However, there was something about this being too good to be true. I just couldn’t wrap my head around how things were happening.

“Can we try something? Please? I swear if you say no I won’t bother you after this.” He opened his black suitcase that he always brought to store all the papers us teachers would bring to the parents. Once it was open, he pulled out a weirdly shaped pink toy. I’ve seen this before, it’s called a love sense. He saw the way my eyes lit up to the toy and asked. “I figure you’re familiar with this, right? I promise I’ll behave if you’re a good girl.”

I stood up and walked up to the door. Looking at the empty hallways since the pt conference was 30 minutes away. “Am i really about to do this…?” I whispered to myself as I closed my lab’s room and locked it. I went to Toji, sat on top of my desk and responded. “I’ll allow this… experiment. But you have to promise not to go too far. This is my job, and I’m not willing to lose it because I moaned while talking about bread.” He laughed at my remarks and sighed beautifully, standing between my legs and wrapping me in his arms. I could feel his cinnamony breath near my lips as he spoke. “Don’t worry darling, this thing is nothing compared to what I want to do to you. Consider this preparation for what comes next.”

Without saying more, he leaned in to kiss me almost as if he was afraid of ruining whatever it is that we had these past years. His hands diligently went under my satin shirt, taking it out of the pants to grope my tits. “They’re so soft, I could drown here.” He whispered in your ears as he lifted the shirt up completely to suck on them, leaving cute little markings all along them. “Just wait till you see my ass.” I playfully dared him, ruffling one of my hands through his soft, black hair as i left one of my hands on the desk for support. Throwing my head back as he sucked my nipples with such expertise. It really felt like he was french kissing me there.

“Oh, please don’t stop. This feels so good.” I whined at him as I started feeling new sensations, I had never before felt so sensitive on my breasts. Maybe because of my lack of sex partners. It had been such a bad experience with none of my other flings getting me to orgasm. So frustrating I ended up stopping all together. I could feel his grin across my nipple as he slowly popped it as he let it go. “Time to see that ass babe, can’t wait any longer.”

He flipped me skillfully, carefully pulling down my pants & lingerie that I wore that day. “All wet for me baby? So nice and plump; you keep wrapping me up in your little finger, huh?” He took one of his hands and teasingly slid it across my slit. I shuddered; his cold, big fingers clashing against my hot plump core. He started to play with my arousal, slipping it up and down. Occasionally grazing above my clit as to piss me off. “Toji, please. We have 15 minutes until the parents arrive. Just fuck me already.”

“Fuck you? Oh no baby girl, you’ve got it all wrong. You see…” He stopped talking for a second, and I groaned when I felt his mouth on my clit. Skillfully eating me out like he had 1,000 years of experience. “My plan isn’t to fuck you now.” He planted another kiss on my cunt, tongue skimming all through my folds. “We‘ll talk about that later. ‘Kay sweetheart?”. With that he stopped, removing himself from my needy core and slipped the toy inside of me, filling me up instantly as a moan slipped through my teeth.

“Remember, this is connected to my phone. You better act nice if you want me to be nice.” He grinned like a man-whore and I enjoyed every single of it. He licked my thighs to “clean-up after himself” and then wiped it dry with some tissue I had laying around. After that, he walked to the chair in the back and waited for the classroom/lab to fill up with more parents.

“Hello, thank you all for attending today’s PT Conference. I’m Ms. _____ and as you all probably know by now, I’m your kid’s Culinary Arts elective course teacher….” I roughly explained the next 2 big projects the kids had to make. And how the Culinary Arts elective course was partnering up with the Science program to form a “Food Science” exhibition for the upcoming science fair. It was all going good. Actually, too good. I would eye up Toji every now and then but he was never looking at me, just looking at his phone. Mysteriously the vibrator was off for all of my speech. I was kind of glad, I didn't want to trip on my words or embarrass myself. However, things started to take a turn when parents started to ask to see me after class.

When Mr. Nanami, Yuuji’s foster dad, asked to see me after class. That was the moment I felt the vibration instantly turn on. It was slow, steady motions that started to relieve the tension I had going on. I said my goodbyes to all the parents, and when my lab was almost empty, since Toji refused to leave, Mr. Nanami went up to me. “Hey Ms.____ I was wondering if i could ask you something about Yuuji’s grades. You see, he’s having some trouble with math and since I know this course involves a lot of that i was wondering if you would be willing to tutor him. I would be paying, of course. It could be over at our home or we could meet up at some place of your choosing.”

I gave him a tiny smile, he was always so observant over Yuuji. “Of course! We can work something out. He always works my math out easily, I imagine it’s because I try my best to break everything down before giving it to them. Thanks for your concern on Yuuji. He’s a bright kid, he’s in good hands.” I put my hand on top of his to give him security, and in that instant I felt how the vibrator just jumped in velocity. It was hard, inconsistent and just random and all over the place. I contained myself from yelping and decided to shift in my seat instead. When I looked over at Toji there he was, man-spreading in all of his glory swiping his phone in different directions as he looked intensely at how my hand rested in top of Nanami’s.

Nanami ended the conversation shortly, handing me his business card that contained his contact information so we could set up the meetings and left quickly, not forgetting to wave at Toji at the end of the room. Toji stood up, and waved him a tiny goodbye as he walked towards me. Long, slow steps making small clacks across the marbled floor. He looked at his phone once more and swiped up, leaving the vibrator at the highest speed as I tried to shush the moans that escaped my mouth. Eventually giving in as i sat in my comfy chair.

“I told you I would behave if you were a good girl. But you just had to make me jealous, didn’t you?”

Masterlist

part 2, part 3

[romancefranaticstay]

.ೃ࿐How we met*ೃ༄

Husband!Han x wife!fem!reader

Category: fluff ❤,angst ☁︎ (technically their is some smut, maybe a tiny tiny bit, you won't even notice!)

Warnings: ♡ None ♡ (a tiny tiny tiny bit smut, but you won't notice)

You were happily married to your highschool sweetheart, Han Jisung. You had three beautifull children. Two boys and one girl, the boys were named Han Jr. and Sungie. The girl was named Scarlett-Soo, (you named her).

The two boys were already teenagers and the girl had just turned nine. One day you were in the kitchen, cooking some food. Your daughter came up to you and asked:

'엄마 (mama), how did you and 다다이즘 (dada) meet?'

You smiled , those precious moments, your teenage years were filled with Hannie, your precious husband, your entire world.

'I met your 다다이즘 (dada) a long time ago...'

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How you met is a very beautiful story. It was a beautiful day... in the 90s... a beautiful school day. This day, April 10, 1994, would change everything for you. Exactly 30 years ago you met the love of your life...

You were 14 at the time in 1994. You were a troublemaker, a real teenager.

You were in class, of course you were sitting very far away from your best friend. You could never be quiet and always burst into fits of laughter.

'Good morning students. Everyone, pick up your books on page 224. Today we're going to delve deeper into the literature of William Shakespeare.'

Here we go again, you thought. Suddenly the classroom door opened and you saw a boy standing there. Your eyes were immediately glued to him.

"I apologize for disturbing you, but I have a new student here for you."

He gave some documents to your teacher, he read them thoroughly.

“Han Jisung… welcome to this school. You can take a seat in the front row next to…”

his gaze suddenly turned cold “…I/N Y/N.”

he pointed in your direction. Of course you knew that your teacher never liked you, ever since day one, but that didn't bother you. You liked some challenges.

The boy named Han looked in your direction. His face radiated a kind of friendliness.

“Howdy neighbor, my name is Y/N.”

"Hey, my name is Han, Han Jisung."

'Cool.'

Such an innocent introduction grew into something much bigger, and you didn't even realize it at the time.

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The two of you were running from a teacher. Why actually? Han was a real joker and troublemaker just like you. You placed small needles on your teacher's chair, I don't have to explain the rest.

You were laughing as you ran. Everyone could hear an ego from your laughter. Of course you were the only ones who were so loud.

'Anyway.'

"Maybe we should use super glue..."

'Or duck tape...'

'Or rope...'

'We are brilliant.'

"That's because there are two of us."

'Better a duo than uno.'

“Wise words from Han Jisung.”

'Fantastic.'

you gave each other a high-five.

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“Hello Miss I/N.”

Han said to your mother.

'Ahh, hello Han. How's school? Didn't you play too many tricks?'

"No, not too much."

She laughed.

"You two sneaks go upstairs."

'Thank you, Madam.'

Your mother thought you were hilarious, of course if it went too far, she would stop it. But you were raised very well, with the idea of ​​still showing respect.

The two of you went to your room. You had a boombox in your room with all kinds of CDs. Han turned on some music and you started dancing and singing together. You held hands and started spinning each other around.

Your parents heard you from downstairs.

"These two scoundrels." your mother laughed.

'Just like us.' your father added with a kiss.

Your father and mother loved each other dearly.

"Those two are going to end up together."

'Do you think?'

'I don't think, I know.'

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1997

'Hannie!'

you shouted whenever you saw him. You ran to him and brought him in for a cuddle.

'How are you doing?'

"You act like we haven't seen each other for years."

'Alright sir. Did anything special happen?'

His face lit up.

"Yes, I dared to ask a girl out!"

You were super happy for him.

'Real?! Finally, what's her name?'

“Her name is Jennie, she's in my English class. She has beautiful black hair and she's just so... I don't know how to explain it.'

'Aww, Hannie. Do you know what to do? Introduce her to our friend group!'

'Is that a good idea?'

'Sure!

' You were happy for him...

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After school, Han took Jennie to the skate park, where your group of friends always sat. She was very friendly and happy.

Your group of friends consisted of Lee Know, you, Han, Hanni and Jin. Everyone liked her except Hanni... because she was actually trying to set you up with Han.

You were all chatting with each other when suddenly Han gave Jennie a little kiss.

Something inside you broke. You thought maybe it was normal because you were a single pringle and always have been. Maybe it's just weird to see that.

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You tried to convince yourself for a month that this wasn't a crush. No, that's just not possible, this was Han. Han your best friend. Ordinary Han.

After a while you started dreaming about him too. Sometimes tears would well up in your eyes when you talked to Jennie. It wasn't until a week later that you realized... you were in love with him....

Of course the first person you told was Hanni, your best friend. It was immediate drama.

“Are you serious Y/N?! I've been trying to set you up for years, and only now have I stopped doing so.'

"How could I know that?"

"Because you know your feelings, right?" '

Yes I think..'

"Look, Han has a girlfriend now." "

Yes, I know, but every time I see them..."

tears came to your eyes.

"...I-I don't know why...but..."

Hanni hugged you.

'Shh, I get it, I get it, you compris je comprends. Look, if it's true love, fate will do you good.'

'Do you think?'

'I don't just think so, I definitely am'

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2000

You were now 19. And still Han didn't break up with his girlfriend, Jennie. You weren't angry about that, of course, but it was painful to see them kissing or hugging each other.

Of course if Han was happy, you were happy too, you always wished him happiness.

One day you thought, I'm nineteen, maybe I should try to get to know someone? Maybe that will help me? Maybe... You and Han drifted a little further apart, but not too far.

One day you met someone, his name was Changbin, you wanted to introduce him to the rest... You went to the skate park with him, after all these years it was still your meeting place.

'Hello everyone, I want to introduce someone to you. This is Changbin.”

Han looked up at him and you. At first he thought it was strange that you hadn't said anything about it, but that wasn't always the case.

Changbin's arm surrounded you, which bothered Han a bit, but he had a girlfriend, so... Everyone thought Changbin was fantastic. They thought he was hilarious and his laughter was contagious.

When he started laughing, everyone around him automatically laughed too, except Han...

Han didn't know what was wrong with him. Something stuck in his heart. He just couldn't bear it.

Eventually he also started to neglect his girlfriend a bit. They eventually broke up.

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2002

After two years, you and Changbin broke up. It wasn't a bad break up. You still remained friends. It was a bit difficult at first, but after two months you were back on your own two feet. You were at university at that time, so your studies were more important.

You and Han still hadn't shared your feelings with each other, even though everyone in your group of friends knew what was going on between you. It was just too hard. You were both too scared to lose your friendship. Of course you guys went on innocent dates sometimes, if you know what I mean.

In 2002 you also started your own career. You had a great passion for music, so you started your own band. It was called Xoxo. That band put you in the spotlight. It was a very popular band in the 2000s.

Your concept changed fashion. You were in that band with four other girls. Collette, Coraline, Violette and Diasy. You always just called them: Coll, Cori, Vicky and Dia. Han also came into the spotlight through his boy group Straykids. It was a strange year, 2002.

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2006

When you were 25, the girlgroup Xoxo disbanded. The girls still had fame, everyone went their own path. You went off to the path of acting.

You and Han had finally shared your feelings towards each other. After so many years, you finally dared to take each other's hands and start a new chapter in your lives. Of course you didn't get married right away. Even though you loved each other for 9 years.

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2009

You and Han got married in 2009. It was a beautiful wedding, very traditional. The wedding party was attended by his boy group Straykids, of course the former members of Xoxo and not forgetting your group of friends from your teenage years.

Your parents told all kinds of stories about the two of you, back when you were teenagers. The wedding night was the best night of your life. It was full of love and passion, the love and passion you shared for each other.

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2010

2010 was the birth of your first child, Han Jr. Han didn't leave your side during the birth. He held your hand the whole time.

You were proud of yourselves for being able to create something so wonderful. Such a beautiful little baby. Han thought it was so wonderful that tears rolled down his cheeks.

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2011

Your second baby boy was born, Sungie. The birth took 20 hours, not the birth itself, but to get to 10 centimeters. It was a hard time that day, but you did it. You could say Sungie was a very special baby boy, he had the perfect weight and perfect measurements, but every baby is special in his own way.

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2015

You and Han focused for a while on your careers and on your two baby boys. But one day, you accidently got pregnant. Not really 'accidently', but the pregnancy wasn't planned. When you two found out it was a girl, you were pretty excited. A little baby girl, Han's little princess.

The moment Han saw her, he couldn't get away from her. She was daddy's little princess, she still is and forever will be.

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2015-2024

Through the years you won many oscars and Han many grammy's. Straykids did eventually disband, but they were still very close. People always asked how you two always stayed this young. You could say that your kids kept you youthy, but you two always were very childish. Han didn't even change a bit, you didn't either. You love grew foreachother everyday. You two still acted a bit like horny teenagers when you two were home alone.

Han Jr. was alreaddy populair at school, you couldn't say you were suprised. He had the looks and the character from his dad, no wonder the girls twirl around him.

Sungie was a more shy-type, but that doesn't mean people liked him less. He had a very unique personality and he was a mix between you and Han. He had your eyes, Han's nose, your lips, Han's faceshape.

Scarlett-Soo was maybe daddy's girl, but she was the mini-verse of you. She was alreaddy a mischief at a young age, but you controlled it well.

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'And thats how we met Soo-Soo.'

'Wow, thats a longgg story 엄마.'

'Yeah thats love sweetty.'

'What are mine two favorite lady's talking about?' Han came inside of the kitchen.

' 엄마 told me how you two met, 다다이즘' (Mama,........ dada.)

Han came standing next to you, with his arm around your waist.

'Is that so?'

'예!' (Yes)

'Why won't you go play with your 형제, 좋아요?' (....,brothers, okay?)

'알았어, bye 엄마 아빠' (Okay,... mama and dada.)

Scarlett ran outside and started to look for her brothers.

'I hope you only told them the good stuff.' he smirked.

'With you theirs only the good stuff.' you grinned.

He brought your two lips together and kissed you softly. He bit playfully your underlip.

'Not when the kids are around,아기.' (..... darling.)

'When do their uncels come over?' he asked

'In a hour.'

'Hmmm, i will try to wait for a hour.'

'Hmm you better do baby.'

You heard your kids footsteps so you two started to talk about an other theme.

'The weather is great today, don't you think?' he said

'Oh yeah the weather, yeah its beautifull, don't you think?'

'Yeah, its beautifull.'

''알았어, Soo is annoying me again!' Sungie screamed.

'���실이 아니다!' (Not true!')

You picked her up and started rocking her.

'당신의 삼촌 , they come in less than a hour.' (Your uncels,....)

'Yay!' she moved excited.

You loved your family, you couldn't imagine your life without them. Everything was perfect, even tho sometime's there were arguments. But a marriage with no arguments, is no marriage.

'I will dress this little hamster up.'

'Okay baby.' he kissed your cheek.

'Ewww.' Han Jr. mummered.

'Love is love.' Han sang.

Love is indeed love.

[zaebeecee]

Drowning in Stardust

🦌 RadioDustTober: Short Story Edition 🕷️

Day 06: Comfort

Human high school/Persona AU (confused teenagers possibly dating, they haven’t figured that out yet)

CWs: Mourning, family loss

The anniversary of the death of Alastor’s mother is never easy, but he always gets through it, and he does it alone. Anthony understands, and he’s going to be there to be alone with him, whether Alastor likes that or not.

Word count: 909

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The first time Anthony knocked, it was soft and polite, three quick, gentle taps of knuckles on wood.

The second time, it was louder, more insistent, and delivered with the side of his fist rather than his knuckles.

He wasn’t sure if he could call the third time a knock, per se, because a knock was technically a single action that had an end. This was more an incessant, rhythmic tapping, one that started at a fast pace and stayed right there as Anthony continued to smack the door with the knuckles on the back of his hand.

His tried-and-true persuasion tactic (which he officially called Being Fucking Annoying On Purpose) paid off as he heard the dorm room door unlock, then creak open just enough for a single exhausted green eye to peer out at him in total silence.

“…hey, Alastor,” Anthony said, lowering his hand and adjusting his grip on the backpack slung over his shoulder.

“Anthony,” Alastor answered in a measured voice. “You… need something, I assume?”

“No, I just like knockin’ on doors and yours was available,” Anthony said dryly. “Coach Bee asked me to bring yer Home Ec assignment by, since you weren’t in class today. Can I come in?”

“…ah. Right. …of course.” Alastor stepped aside, opening the door further to allow Anthony to pass into his dorm room. It was dark, the way it usually was, but it felt more oppressive today. He turned as Alastor shut and locked his door again. “You can leave it on my desk.”

“Sure.” Anthony swung his backpack in front of himself and unzipped it, pulling out a sheet of paper and putting it on top of Alastor’s most recent stack of creepy library books. When he looked up again, he saw Alastor was still keeping his distance, leaning more heavily on his cane than he usually did. “Just wanted to come see how you were holdin’ up.”

Alastor narrowed his eyes slightly. “Oh?”

“Yeah.” Anthony shrugged a little. “…Charlie told me.”

At that, Alastor’s eyes widened, then his expression softened and he looked away. “…I see. I assume she only told you to get you to leave me alone today?”

“Yeah, probably, since I was threatenin’ to come up here and drag you out.” Anthony smiled as Alastor’s lip twitched, which was at least an improvement. “She said you probably wanted to be alone today.”

“She’s correct.”

“Can I be alone with you?”

Alastor stared at him. “…that kinda defeats the purpose of being alone, wouldn’t you say, sha?”

“No,” Anthony said. “I can be quiet.”

That earned him a scoff. “You most certainly can’t.”

“Sure I can, watch me. Come oooonnn,” he wheedled. “Please? I brought stuff. I got some sour candies and some of those weird Cajun chips you like for some reason, and they got Gonjiam back on streamin’ if you wanna watch that again and we ain’t gotta go to class in the mornin’.”

Alastor sighed, but he was very nearly smiling again, and Anthony could tell he wasn’t upset. “You’re so stubborn. Did you know that?”

Anthony grinned proudly. “Sure am.”

“…I’m going to regret giving in to your wiles so frequently, but fine. You can stay.”

“Yesss,” Anthony hissed, plopping down on Alastor’s bed. “I got somethin’ else, too. Only planned to tell you if you let me stay.”

Alastor watched as he reached into his bag again and pulled out a bottle of rye whiskey. “…you were going to hold out on me if I threw you out? How cruel. Where did you even get that?”

“Blitz. Don’t tell my brother, he wouldn’t hesitate to get me detention just ‘cause we’re related.”

Ten minutes later, they were both sitting on Alastor’s bed with their backs against the wall, Alastor wrapped in a big, fluffy pink blanket that had taken up most of the room in Anthony’s backpack. The candy bag sat open between their knees, and Anthony’s laptop was open on the bed, close enough that they could read the subtitles while Korean influencer ghost hunters ran around a haunted asylum and pissed off the already angry spirits. At some point, Alastor drifted until his head was on Anthony’s shoulder, and as though holding up his end of an unspoken agreement, Anthony didn’t mention it. He stayed there for the rest of the film, and even when Anthony felt his arm going numb, he didn’t move. He would have sooner cut his arm off than move out from under Alastor right then.

As the movie ended, Anthony closed the laptop with his foot so he didn’t have to sit up and dislodge Alastor. Immediately, both the darkness and the silence were complete, and he let the other boy (his boyfriend? Were they dating? Were they just friends? Was it something else? Not a good time to ask) figure out what it was he wanted to say.

“…I miss her,” Alastor finally said into the darkness, his voice soft.

“I know,” Anthony answered, unsure of what else he could say to that.

When Alastor exhaled, his breath shook, and Anthony leaned his cheek against the top of his head. He’s crying. He wasn’t about to call any attention to that, of course, but the fact that Alastor felt comfortable enough to do something like this around him, even if it was in total darkness…

“Anthony?”

“Yeah?”

“…I’m glad you annoyed me into opening my door.”

“Sure. Anythin’ for you, Al.”

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[skyward-floored]

in downfall iau, you said warriors and wild sometimes cross paths? what's that like?

Link = Wild, Cryonis = Warriors. They cross paths now and then after this, but it’s usually only a brief nod in the halls, if anything. They don’t get much time to socialize.

...

The day Link met Cryonis wasn’t exactly one of his proudest moments.

It was at some point in the middle of his training, early in his high-level classes. He didn’t remember the exact date, but it had been a couple of years before he was assigned to guard Flora, he remembered that.

And while the date didn’t stick in his head, the rest of the day’s events certainly did.

Link had caught a cold somewhere, an awful one that made his nose run and body ache. His instructor always pushed him hard, but today had been awful, Link’s head pounding, his limbs shaky. The mere idea of food had been nauseating, and he’d done every back-breaking exercise that was demanded of him with a hollow stomach that twisted when he so much as moved the wrong way.

His instructor had been less than impressed by the end of it, and given him an extra fifty laps to run. Normally Link would barely break a sweat at something like that, but today he nearly threw up as he finished.

He knew if he did it would only increase his punishment though, so he swallowed back the bile, and tried not to shake as his instructor finally, finally dismissed him.

Link stumbled away from the training area, thoughts only on dragging himself to his bed and passing out.

He would have too, if he hadn’t accidentally turned the wrong way in his dizziness, and then been unable to ignore his stomach any longer.

There wasn’t a bathroom down this hallway, but as luck would have it there was a janitor’s closet. Link stumbled inside the tight area, closed the door, then threw up into the nearest empty bucket.

“Whoa, easy there, kid.”

The voice startled him, but Link was too busy heaving to reply. It wasn’t until he finally finished that he shakily raised his head, and saw that there was another person in the closet with him.

His hair was blond like Link’s, though considerably shorter and a little more pale. His eyes were a sharp blue, and he had a blue and white outfit on, one that looked somewhat familiar... but Link’s brain wasn’t up to puzzling out where he’d seen it before.

All he knew was that he’d been caught somewhere he technically shouldn’t be in.

“S-Sorry,” he rasped, then stumbled back to open the door and leave. He’d barely moved before the man scooted forward and gently caught him by the arm though, concern in his red-rimmed eyes.

Huh, that’s weird...

“Hey, wait a second,” the man insisted, pushing him to sit down on an overturned bucket. “You look pretty shaky. Plus you were just puking your guts up, why don’t you catch your breath and sit for a minute?”

Link would have argued, but sitting down felt so good that the words fled from his mouth. He bobbed his head in small agreement, and focused on breathing steadily so he wouldn’t throw up again.

“Panic attack, or sickness?” the man asked after a few moments of nothing but Link’s shaky breathing.

Link held up two fingers, and the man nodded, looking just a hair more worried than before.

“I was afraid of that. I heard something was going around,” he said sympathetically. “Do you need a hand getting back to your room? Or maybe the clinic, if you’re going to keep losing your lunch like that.”

Link firmly shook his head. He didn’t need an escort or anything, that would only draw attention to them both.

And of course, the action of shaking his head made him dizzy, which set his stomach off again, and he lunged for the bucket. He threw up into it again, though nothing much came up this time as he heaved.

He stopped before long though, and realized the man had scooted closer to him of all things, and was watching him intently.

“Yeah... you’re definitely sick. I think I should take you to the clinic,” he said worriedly.

Link shook his head again (much more slowly this time), and managed to raise his head and look the man in the eye.

“You don’t want to go there,” he guessed, and Link nodded. “...That’s fair. I’m not really a fan either.”

Especially if doctors freak you out, Link thought with a shiver. He’d been put through too many exams to count over the years, tests to see if his super-speed held up in certain conditions, all kind of invasive checks of his physiology. He’d probably have to sit through another checkup if he went there now, and considering how he already felt close to crying, that would not be a good thing.

“You need some kind of help though,” the man said, standing up from his own overturned bucket and holding out his hand. “I’ll settle for a compromise— if you let me help you back to your room, I won’t drag you to the clinic. Deal?”

Link hesitated.

Sure this man had been kind up until now, but Link didn’t know him. And yeah, he was obviously a super, but Link had met plenty of his own kind willing to stab others in the back if it meant making things easier for themselves.

“I can get some medicine for you too,” the man said more quietly, drawing Link from his thoughts. “I know of a way to get some, no questions asked. So long as you let me help you back to your bed?”

Link exhaled, and nodded.

Why not? What did he really have to lose here? He might as well give this guy the benefit of the doubt. His head hurt too much to think of a different plan anyway.

Plus if it came down to it... Link could still run. It wouldn’t be fun or easy, but he could do it.

The man gave him a small smile, then extended his hand again, letting Link take it. The man’s hand was cold, but soothingly so, the temperature nice against Link’s own too-warm hand. He helped him stand up, and as Link’s head spun from the change in altitude, he suddenly recognized where he’d seen the man before.

“Cryonis,” he realized, then shrank back when he realized he’d spoken aloud.

“Yes, that’s me,” Cryonis replied, a faint smile on his lips. “I’ll forgive you for not recognizing me sooner since you’re under the weather, though I’ll admit it’s kind of refreshing not to be recognized. And before you ask, no, it wasn’t my idea to be put on those posters.”

The last sentence was said in a teasing tone, and Link smiled in spite of himself, rolling stomach and aching limbs forgotten for a moment. Maybe he’d be okay.

After setting the messy bucket over by some others that obviously needed to be cleaned, Cryonis pulled the closet door open, and gestured him out. Link followed him, and they walked down the hallway, moving much slower than Link was used to going.

They progressed mostly in silence, Link focusing on keeping his legs from faltering. Ever step made his head pound, and his stomach was rolling again, the taste from the last time he’d thrown up still in his mouth.

He swallowed. Nope. He wasn’t going to be sick again. He needed a distraction.

Link snuck a look over at Cryonis, noticing again how red his eyes looked, and overall how he just seemed... sad. Grieved, maybe?

Come to think of it... why had he been in that closet?

“Where’s your room?” Cryonis asked as they turned towards where the supers’ quarters were, and Link pointed down the hallway.

“Second barracks,” he said quietly.

“Really? You’re pretty young to be there, were you in the accelerated program?” he asked softly, and Link nodded. “Huh. Well we’ve got that in common. Of course things weren’t as bad when I was your age, but still...”

He trailed off and cleared his throat, looking away from Link.

Link thought he’d heard his voice crack a little, and he frowned, thinking again of how red Cryonis’s eyes looked. Should he ask what was wrong? It seemed like there was something bothering him, but... talking wasn’t exactly Link’s forte.

Luckily (or not) for Link, his stomach took that moment to heave, and he stumbled, leaning against the wall and trying desperately not to throw up again.

“Easy kid, breath slowly. Here, sit down for a second.”

Link felt cool hands push him carefully down to the floor, and he shakily breathed in, fighting against the nausea.

“Why... you doing this?” he whispered once he got his stomach under control again.

It didn’t really make any sense to him. Link had stumbled into a closet and thrown up, and the random man inside of it not only offered to walk him to his room, but he was actively trying to help him feel better and even offered to get him medicine.

...Why?

“I have the ability to help you. Why would I withhold that?” Cryonis said softly. “And I... don’t often get an opportunity to do that. Help people. And when I can, I can’t do much. Especially for other supers.”

Cold air seemed to accompany the last few words, fragile with grief, and Link didn’t know what to say in response.

“But I can help you,” Cryonis continued, clearing his throat. “And before you ask, no, you don’t need to repay me. Only payment I need is you getting better.”

Link smiled a little wobbly at the sentiment, something in his stomach that wasn’t nausea flipping around. Cryonis offered him a hand up again and held him steady when he swayed.

“C’mon. Let’s get you back to your room,” Cryonis said with a faint smile, and Link let him lead him back to where he slept, somehow managing to keep his stomach steady the rest of the way there.

Cryonis escorted him as far as he could— he didn’t sleep where Link did, and didn’t have clearance to go inside, but he promised he’d swing by with some medicine later. And Link gave him a small smile in return when he told him he’d see him later.

And it wasn’t until later, when Link was wrapped in a blanket, his stomach finally calm as he drifted off to sleep, that he realized something.

He’d never found out why Cryonis was in that closet in the first place.

[lesbianrobin]

hey guys want to help me write?

i started writing this awhile back and now i'm revisiting and i cannot recall Where i was going with this. SO!! it could be fun if you guys let me know what you would like to happen/where you see this going!!

Steve Harrington’s been different ever since he came back.

No shit, idiot, Eddie berates himself, pretending not to stare at Harrington from across the library. Not that Harrington would notice. It’s other people he’s worried about. Staring at Steve Harrington is a popular pastime at Hawkins High now, popular enough that Eddie can’t allow himself to be caught partaking.

The story goes like this:

Julia Davis was sitting in the emergency room at Hawkins Memorial waiting for her brother to get a cast on his arm after he fell off his bike. It was taking a long time, and she hates hospitals, so she decided to take a walk outside around the parking lot just for something to do. Here’s where Eddie knows the story’s at least a little bit bullshit; Julia Davis buys from him every week, and he’d bet anything that she was smoking in the parking lot for a bit of stress relief.

The rest is as follows: She heard sirens right as she was about to go back inside. It wasn’t an ambulance, it was a cop car, so she decided to watch what was going on. Eddie personally suspects that she was keeping an eye out because she smelled like pot. Either way, she watched as a cop pulled Will Byers’ limp form out of the backseat. Will’s mom climbed out from the passenger seat, and instead of immediately following after her son, she opened the other back door to the car, and the whole world shifted.

What she saw has changed a little bit over time. It’s different depending on who you ask, whether anybody on the basketball team is within earshot, or if Tommy Hagan is anywhere near you. If Tommy Hagan’s around, she didn’t see shit.

If Hagan’s fucked off, though, if you aren’t around the basketball team? Harrington’s hands were caked in dried blood. Maybe it was mud, Julia always hedged, but it just… looked like something else. Whatever it was, it ran down his chin, too, stains dripping from his lips all the way to his bare chest. She could see some awful scrapes and bruises down each arm, angry red slashes criss-crossing his back and his pecs, and his sweatpants seemed to be drenched in mud or blood or something awful that stained his bare feet as well.

Joyce Byers guided him out of the car at arm’s length, like he was a wild animal that could lash out at any moment. His eyes were wide and unfocused. Julia swears he never shivered, despite his state of undress and the freezing wind that had swept through Hawkins that night. He shuffled to the ER like a zombie taking its first brainless steps.

The next day, it was on the morning news. Missing boys found wandering through the woods, escaped from their captor and fleeing for their lives. The news didn’t say much about the kidnapper. A few days later, it was reported that the creep had died from injuries sustained during the boys’ escape.

Translation: Steve Harrington killed a man. With his bare hands and teeth, if Julia Davis isn’t bullshitting them.

Eddie’s been watching the scars fade. All of the scrapes on Steve’s arms are either gone now or covered by the sleeve of his striped polo. He buttons them all the way up now, but the guys in his gym class say that his chest is back to normal. His nails aren’t ragged and torn anymore. Technically, he looks fine. Perfect. All-American.

But then there are the eyes.

There’s something about his gaze that draws Eddie in. His eyes are beautiful, of course, the kind of brown that brings to mind mossy logs and golden sunsets in equal measure, just depending on how they catch the light. Eddie didn’t make a habit of gazing into Steve Harrington’s eyes before the change, but he still remembers seeing life behind them. How could he not? Steve used to draw attention everywhere he went. No wonder he got snatched. It’s always those types, isn’t it?

Eddie might be a bad person. Just a little bit.

The point is that those eyes don’t have life behind them now. They’re just empty. Dull and sad, like Steve’s soul has floated off, or else been so weighed down that it can no longer move. Drained, like Frodo after delivering the ring to Mount Doom.

It’s obvious that Steve doesn’t belong in the Shire anymore.

Whenever Eddie isn’t occupying himself with D&D or homework or the band or his business, his mind drifts back to Steve Harrington. What did he see? What did he do? How did that blood look dripping down his chin, was it like a movie vampire or like a Carrie situation, and did Steve lick it from his lips in the back of the cop car? Maybe Eddie really is as sick in the head as people say. He needs to know. Did Steve kill that man with his teeth?

It isn’t any of his business, except that people don’t seem to be as afraid of Eddie as they used to be. More girls are coming straight to him instead of sending their boyfriends to buy their shit for them. Maybe they aren’t any less afraid of Eddie. Maybe they’re just more afraid of their boyfriends. When you skulk around high school parties for a living, you hear stories. According to several sources, Steve Harrington keeps a knife in his pocket and an extra in his backpack. According to Eddie’s own eyes in addition to his sources, Steve Harrington’s girlfriend showed up to school with a bandage on her hand the day after he came back.

Eddie doesn’t personally think that those two things are related. Harrington was definitely in the hospital for at least a few days, and they only give you the shitty plastic knives in there. She was probably just cooking or curling her hair or something when she found out that her disappeared boyfriend had come back.

Steve doesn’t seem to be reading his book. Eddie can’t tell what it is from this distance, but it looks more like a textbook than a novel. The cover is red. Which of Eddie’s textbooks are red? That one for Lit was red, right?

The book snaps shut. Eddie looks up.

Empty eyes stare back.

[wordsmithwhumpsandfluff]

hmmmmm how about amberlynn as sickie + caretakers of your choosing + overworking, a stomach issue and emergency room? excited to see what you come up with!

First Autumn-fic, folks!!!

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It was tradition for the drama program to put on a special show in October. There was a whole voting system and everything, and it came down to ‘The Nightmare Before Christmas’ or ‘Hocus Pocus’.

Amberlynn had been elated when the winning result was ‘The Nightmare Before Christmas’. And even more so when she was told she got the role of Sally.

But of course, after weeks and weeks of practice, leave it to her annoying History of Theater professor to state that there would be an exam on the same day as the show.

Amberlynn groaned, trying to read her textbook while Felix tried to pin fabric to the skirt of her costume. He’d pricked his finger several times, and when she moved one more time—too distracted to stay still—he huffed and dropped his pins, snatching the book from her hand. “Hey!”

“Starry, please,” Felix sighed, putting a random pen in the book to mark her page. “I’d rather not make my finger look like Swiss cheese while making your costume.”

Amberlynn pouted, but sighed, straightening and standing still. “Fine.”

Felix bent and got back to pinning the fabric. “So, I assume you’re worried about your test?”

Amberlynn scoffed. “I don’t know which professor I’m more pissed at. The one who made the day of the show on a weekday, or the one who knowingly put an exam on the same day. They’re both in the theater department, so signals weren’t crossed. It was fucking intentional.”

Felix’s eyes widened and he chuckled and her anger. “Bloody hell. I’ve never heard you say the f-word. You’re usually so. . . chill and sweet. Demure, even. This is refreshing.”

“Studying and rehearsing is the worst,” Amberlynn groaned. “I haven’t even hung out with Kei in days! I just keep bitching to him over texts about how much crap I have to do.”

Felix stood straight, brows raised slightly. “Really? Don’t you two live together?”

Amberlynn blushed at that, some of her anger being puttered out by the single question. She chuckled a bit. “I mean, technically he asked me to move in with him over the summer and I agreed, but my scholarship includes housing and the dorms are closer so I've been studying and sleeping there instead of Kei's place."

“How long have you two been dating anyway?”

Amberlynn blushed a little more. “Since high school.”

“And you still don’t live together?!”

"We do!" she shot back. Then she sighed. “And what about you and Atticus? How long have you been dating?”

This time, Felix’s face reddened. “We started dating about a month after we met in our first year here.” He put one more pin in the dress before stepping back, smiling. “Alright, Starry. Take the dress off carefully, and you can be on your way.”

Amberlynn nodded, carefully sliding the sleeves off her shoulders and stepping out of the dress. She grabbed her clothes and began to put them back on while Felix put the dress on a table with the other costume—the Halloween Town Mayor—he had to work on.

“Bye, Felix,” Amberlynn said, hurriedly grabbing her textbook and leaving, barely hearing as Felix said goodbye back.

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The auditorium was as good a place as any to study.

The campus’s cafeteria was too noisy, and the library didn’t have the vibe she needed to study theater history. The auditorium was empty, had perfect lighting, and was her favorite place to study.

Amberlynn unwrapped her lunch—a chicken salad & pesto sandwich—and began eating while she opened her textbook on her lap, reading and re-reading and putting her sandwich down to write notes every so often.

Amberlynn had gotten a decent amount of work done my the time she finished her sandwich. She checked her phone after what must’ve been forty minutes of studying, and saw an email from her last professor of the day saying that the class had been cancelled that day and would resume tomorrow. Amberlynn smiled, realizing she had an hour off before rehearsals. She could see Kei!

She decided to text and ask where he was. She got no answer. She messaged again, and got a response this time after five whole minutes. The text said, ‘Sry, baby. In class. ttyl, ily!!🩷’.

Amberlynn’s smile fell. She decided that while in the auditorium, she might as well practice her lines a bit more on the stage. Maybe she’d see him after rehearsals, if she could find him before he went home and went straight to sleep like he’d been doing.

She got up on the stage, leaving her script behind, and she began to walk around on the stage as if practicing with the other actors. She got lost in it, even practicing some of the songs. It was like a trance, and she got lost in the story, forgetting everything around her.

. . . and when she was done, she heard clapping.

Amberlynn’s heart leaped out of her chest, and she saw Felix by the auditorium doors, smiling. “Brilliant,” he said, making his way over as she got down from the stage, blushing furiously.

“How long were you watching?”

“About fifteen minutes.” He smiled. “I was wondering if you wanted to grab lunch together.”

Amberlynn smiled a bit back, but it was slightly forced. How that she wasn’t focused on practicing, she was starting to feel a little bit off. “Sorry, I already ate.”

“Oh. Well, how about we just hang out for a bit?” He shrugged, looking a little sheepish. “Atti is in class, and I’m bored. And my roommate this year is worse and more gross than my last one, so I don’t wanna go back to my dorm.”

Amberlynn had no reason to say no, so she agreed.

— — —

Felix was a chatterbox, Amberlynn realized.

They were sitting on a bench in the college’s courtyard, talking.

Well, Felix was doing most of the talking. A single question turned into a whole story every time, and Amberlynn listened happily, glad that she could keep her mouth shut since she could feel saliva pooling in it, and she really was not in the mood to puke. She was stressed enough, and didn’t need to be sick on top of everything.

“My mum is basically my best friend,” he told Amberlynn. “And I think she’d love you. Y’know, she has a soft spot for astronomic fashion.” He chuckled. “My dad flipped out the first time he saw me trying on my mum’s astronomic designs; not her male ones, her female ones. I was about seven. I just thought the blouses were better than the plain button-ups.”

“I bet you were a cute kid. Was your dad mad when you came out?”

He shook his head, smiling. “Nah. I guess he could already tell because I was closer to my mum, and I had an interest in fashion like her. He always dreamed of having his son become a lawyer, but he told me he’d get me a tulle and a sewing kit instead of a Mont Blanc pen if it’d make me happy.”

Amberlynn smiled, thinking that was sweet.

“What’re your parents like?”

“Oh. My dads are amazing.”

Felix raised a brow, waiting for her to continue. Amberlynn really didn’t want to. The nausea was starting to make her head spin.

“Well, um. . . my Pápa is really protective and he bakes a lot. And my dad—” Amberlynn interrupted herself when her stomach squeezed and she turned her head away to gag into her fist. She felt really sick.

“Starry? You okay?” Felix asked, concerned.

Amberlynn shook her head, not bothering to hide it since there was no point in trying.

“What’s wr—”

Felix was cut off when Amberlynn doubled over, puking on the ground by her feet. She coughed and gaged at the nasty taste of acid and her half-digested chicken salad sandwich.

Cursing softly, Felix grabbed her curls and pulled them back away from her face. He had a white scrunchy on his wrist that matched his outfit, and he used it to tie her hair into a messy bun.

Amberlynn whined. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled, her voice thick with nausea.

“Don’t be,” Felix said rubbing her back. “How long have you been feeling ill?”

She shrugged. “Since in the auditorium.”

“Damn,” Felix sighed, his hand touching her nape. His thin hands were cold and a welcome feeling against Amberlynn’s overheated skin.

Amberlynn heaved and brought up another stream of puke, her whole body jerking and trembling with the force. She squeezed her arms around herself, feeling close to tears from the pain. And to make matters worse, her phone suddenly began ringing, letting her know that it was time to head to rehearsals. She felt too dizzy and sick to even stand.

“Damn,” Felix cursed, turning off the alarm going off on his own phone. “Rehearsals are starting soon.”

Amberlynn suddenly sobbed, and Felix’s eyes widened as he realized she was crying and tears were dripping down her face.

“Hey hey, what’s wrong, darling? Why’re you crying?”

She shook her head, continuing to sob before vomiting again, this time getting a little splash on her cute purple platform heels. She groaned, sweat dripping down her back, her whole body tingling uncomfortably, her mind racing, and feeling completely overwhelmed.

She just wanted it all to stop. The stress, the sickness, everything. And most of all, she wanted Kei.

Amberlynn was aware that there were other students around, watching as they passed, and she wanted to be invisible.

“Do you wanna find a bathroom inside?” Felix asked. “Instead of staying on this bench?”

Amberlynn said nothing for a second before nodding. She and Felix stood—Felix keeping an arm around her—and they made their way back inside the arts building.

Felix stopped outside the door for the women’s bathrooms. “Do you think you could go in by yourself.”

Amberlynn said nothing, lips pressed shut, but she nodded, stepping away from Felix and going in, barely hearing him say, “I’ll be out here.”

Amberlyn half-stumbled into the empty bathroom and into a stall, barely shutting the stall door before crouching in front of the toilet and vomiting violently enough to make her head spin.

I’m gonna be late for rehearsals, she thought. And then she wondered if she was too sick to focus on studying.

She started crying all over again, overwhelmed, stressed, and feeling like shit.

Amberlynn stayed there for a long while, bringing up streams of vomit, each stream more pathetic and thinner than the last until she was just dry heaving.

She wondered how long she was sitting there before her phone suddenly chimed. Nauseously, she lifted her head from the bowl and took out her phone to read the message, only to groan. Kei was done with class. He said he wanted to see her rehearsal and was on his way to the arts building.

Honestly though, she wanted Keiko to come. She wanted nothing more in that moment than for him to fuss over and take care of her and dote on her. So she sent him a text, telling him to go to the restrooms on the left-side of the building instead of to the auditorium.

She put her phone back in her pocket and leaned over the toilet again, gagging but only bringing up a sick burp. Her stomach felt heavy and it was churning horribly.

Amberlynn heard Felix call into the bathroom, asking if she was fine. She wanted to shout back that she was, but couldn’t bring herself to do so since she really was anything but fine.

Minutes? Hours? Amberlynn’s ears were ringing, she felt dizzy, and she had no idea how long she was there. Long enough for her knees to be aching though.

And long enough for her to hear voices outside.

Amberlynn couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief when she heard Keiko call her name as he came into the bathroom, girl’s bathroom sign be damned. The stall door was still open, so Keiko didn’t have to knock and just came in, immediately crouching down beside her and cooing. She was so happy and relieved he was there that her eyes filled with tears, and she said his name in a small, tearful voice.

“Hey, you’re okay, baby,” he told her, half-hugging her and cupping her forehead with one hand. “What happened, Am?”

She sniffed grossly, shrugging, forcing herself to look at the swirling mess in the toilet to encourage her stomach to just purge the rest of its contents as well.

“Felix says you’ve thrown up a ton already,” Keiko said softly, already mostly over the shock of the sudden situation. “I think you’re empty. C’mon, I’ll take you home.”

Amberlynn shook her head, gagging dryly again. She was purposefully clenching her stomach, trying to force herself to puke. Keiko noticed and, still half-hugging her, moved the arm around her so that his hand rested gently on her stomach. “Baby, please don’t force it like that. You’re not gonna be sick right now.”

She spat in the bowl before looking up at Keiko. Some of her curls came loose from her bun and one was coated in bile, and she knew she looked disgusting with puke on her chin, tears on her cheeks, and snot running from her nose. Still, Keiko leaned in and planted a kiss on her forehead. “C’mon, Am. Let’s go.”

After flushing the toilet, Amberlynn half-stumbled over to the sink to splash and clean her face with water, cleaning off the sick-covered curl as well. Keiko kept an arm around her as they left the bathroom. Felix was still waiting outside, and Atticus—who had come to see the rehearsals (and Felix’s costumes) with Kei—was with him.

“Are you alright?” Atticus asked, looking worried. Felix had explained the situation to him.

Amberlynn nodded, not really convincingly, before looking at Felix. “Thanks,” she said to him, her voice slightly hoarse.

He gave her a small smile. “Don’t worry ‘bout it, Starry. Just let me know when you’re feeling better.”

She nodded. Keiko said bye to Felix and Atticus before walking Amberlynn outside and towards the parking lot.

They didn’t say anything on the way there. When they got to the car, Keiko leaned Amberlynn’s seat back and kissed her forehead again before going to the driver side.

It was a quiet drive, and Amberlynn was happy with that since her head was hurting too much to talk or listen to anything. But she groaned when she realized something.

“What’s wrong?” Keiko asked. “Are you gonna be sick? Want me to pull-”

“No, it’s not that. I left my bag on the bench. All my notebooks and stuff were in there.” She pressed the heel of her hand to her temple, squeezing her eyes shut. “Everything about this week sucks ass.”

Keiko chuckled a bit at his girlfriend’s cursing. He pulled out his phone when they reached a red light and texted Atticus, asking him to tell Felix that Amberlynn left her stuff at a bench, and then putting his phone away before the light turned green.

Amberlynn could’ve stared crying again with relief when she saw Keiko’s apartment building. She loved his apartment so much more than her dorm.

“Do you still feel sick?” he asked as he parked. “You’re not feverish.”

She looked at him. “How d’you know?”

He smiled before puckered his lips and tapped them with his finger, and Amberlynn realized that him kissing her forehead was not just him comforting her but also him checking how warm she was.

“Did you eat something bad today?”

Amberlynn cringed and pressed her lips at the mention of food. Her stomach flipped and she knew she was gonna puke again soon. “I dunno. My sandwich, maybe?”

Keiko squeezed her thigh before getting out of the car. Amberlynn got out as well, and Keiko came right over to her to wrap an arm around her again.

“I can walk on my own, Kei,” she said, but she really didn’t mind his touch at all.

He shrugged. “I know.” He kept his arm around her anyway.

In the elevator, Amberlynn turned to hug Keiko and burry her face in his chest. He hugged her back, enveloping her in warmth.

Once in Kei’s apartment, Amberlynn immediately went for the guest bathroom. Keiko grabbed a glass of water and some Pepto tablets from his kitchen before going after her.

Amberlynn had puked again, and Keiko was surprised there was anything still in her. She was panting over the bowl, looking damn-near translucent with how pale she was.

“Kill me,” she groaned.

Keiko kissed the side of her head. “No thanks, I’m good.”

Amberlynn didn’t puke again. Keiko spent five minutes trying to coax her to drink water and take the meds before giving up and settling for letting her just use the water to rinse out her mouth.

He flushed the toilet and helped Amberlynn back up, bringing her to his bedroom. She flopped onto the bed with a heavy sigh, and Keiko smiled at her. “You’ve been busy lately,” he said as he turned off his lights and started adjusting his blinds to leave them only slightly open.

Amberlynn shrugged, getting comfy on top of his sheets. “You too.”

He nodded, grabbing a blanket and draping it over Amberlynn before climbing onto the bed with her and getting under the blanket also, pulling her close and tangling their legs together. Her face was against his shoulder and, for the first time in days, she just let herself breathe in his scent and relax. “I missed you,” she whispered.

Keiko smiled, one of his hands coming up to undo her bun and free her curls before lightly scratching her scalp and playing with her hair. “I missed you too,” he said. “And we can make tomorrow one huge study date, all day together. I promise.”

— — —

Keiko woke up as Amberlynn rushed out from under the blanket, all but running to his bathroom.

He frowned, half-asleep, as he got up and started to get up, only to startle when he heard a heave and the sound of liquid hitting liquid. He looked at his windows and sighed, realizing that only a few hours must’ve passed because he could still see sunlight. He sighed, frowning as he made his way to the bathroom and found Amberlynn once again throwing up.

“This is a nasty case of food poisoning,” he sighed, crouching beside her and planting a comforting hand on her back. “Just let it up, baby.”

She gagged, bringing up more and more bile until there was nothing left.

Keiko got a new glass of water, and this time was more insistent about Amberlynn drinking it since she was obviously dehydrated. She did take a sip, but it came back up almost instantly, just as clear.

Keiko sighed, trying to coax her to drink again but she just shook her head, looking like she was about to cry again. “I feel horrible,” she said in a small voice that broke Keiko’s heart.

“I know,” he said, putting the glass down and hugging her. “I know.” He also knew though that she needed to get hydrated, but drinking water was clearly not an option.

He sighed. “Am, we should go to the hospital. You need fluids.”

She shook her head. “No, I don’t need to go to the hospital. I’m not that sick,” she insisted, but Keiko wasn’t convinced at all.

“You’re really dehydrated, Amber.” He got an idea then. “And I’m sure that your dads would agree with me.”

Amberlynn’s eyes widened and she scoffed, looking at Keiko. “Did you just pull the parents card on me?”

He shrugged, smirking. “Hospital, or I call your dads. Your choice.”

Amberlynn pouted, but reluctantly rinsed her mouth and nodded.

— — —

Keiko lived a bit close to the hospital. It wasn’t too long of a drive, and it was a relatively calm afternoon so a doctor came to them fairly quickly. Amberlynn didn’t get a room, but she got some curtains for privacy in the ER.

Amberlynn slept—an emesis bin by her hip—with an IV in her arm that was giving her fluids. Keiko played gently with her curls. He sent a quick text to Atticus, asking the guy to record their classes they have together tomorrow so he could still take notes while he spent the day with Amberlynn.

He was glad that all she had was some food poisoning, and that the hospital had given her some anti-emesis medicine in the IV.

Keiko left for a second to ask the nurse where the bathroom was, and when he came back from the bathroom, Amberlynn was awake and looking a bit drowsy from the medicine. She smiled when he came back through the curtains, giving him a quiet and slightly-hoarse “Hello”.

He couldn’t help but smile back. “Hey, baby. You feeling a bit better?”

She nodded. “Can we go home soon?”

He nodded. “As soon as you finish that IV, we can go. Okay?”

She nodded again, reaching for his hand. “Kiss?”

The word was so small and soft-spoken that Keiko felt his whole heart melt, and he leaned down and gave her a small kiss. “I love you so much,” Amberlynn said when he pulled away.

He grinned, kissing her forehead and whispering back, “I love you too.”

“But next time you pull the parents card on me, you’re not getting any kisses or ‘I-love-you’s for a week.”

Keiko laughed, kissing her forehead again. “Whatever you say, baby.”

[strwberri-milk]

hi! if it's okay can i request a jealous reader who gets like all mad and sarcastic to Kaeya (insecure deep inside), and his reaction because this random pretty girl was flirting and trying to make a move on him :)

im writing this in class or at least beginning it in class bc my prof told us to write stuff but i do everything early so i dont care and this is my stuff im writing hes a cavalry captain so thats close enough considering what im meant to do lol

You never have any reason to not believe in Kaeya. He's dont nothing to make you feel like you need to distrust him, knowing that he's always got you on his mind judging by the amount of things he brings you just because he was thinking of you, or the way he tries to slip into bed quietly after long days to avoid waking you.

Not only that, but he's always draping himself over your body, finding ways to make you embarrassed or show off his love for you. It's not a bad thing to him as long as it shows people that you're his and he's yours and for the most part, it works.

"Captain Kaeya!"

The two of you turn to see someone running at you - someone he seems to sort of recognise you think by the way his face shifts into moderate contemplation.

"Yes? Is there a problem?" he asks, knowing he's technically on shift right now but he just couldn't resist taking a stroll with you when he saw you leaving your shared house to run some errands.

"No, nothing like that. I just wanted to give you this."

They present to him an envelope, their name scrawled on the front of it. Kaeya inspects it quickly through lithe fingers, clearly unimpressed by the little sigh he gives.

"And this is?"

"A confession," they breathe out, clearly anticipating his response.

It's at this moment Kaeya suddenly remembers he's missing a warmth at his side and you yelp a bit as you're pulled into him. He presses a kiss to your lips before returning the mail to sender, smiling brightly at you as he ignores them.

"Unfortunately for you, my heart has already been stolen away. I don't intend to get it back," he purrs, making you roll your eyes.

He's ignoring them even more, vaguely hearing an apology stumble out of their lips before they run off as he presses another kiss to your face.

However, that didn't mean people still didn't try their damnedest, especially when at one of the taverns of the city. Kaeya tended to frequent Angels Share, meaning he was one of two stunning gentlemen there people wanted to sink their claws into.

Diluc's aloofness and almost coldness from focusing intently on his job made it difficult for people to broach his barrier, instead choosing to hone in on the seemingly free-spirited Captain.

You didn't go to the tavern too often, finding it was more fun to fill your time with something else and Kaeya was also just clingy enough that he made you fill your time with him. It meant that he was also drinking less now so as far as you were concerned it was a win-win situation.

But of course, this had to happen one of the few times the two of you decided to go get drinks as a couple. You weren't mad, but it was clear to him that something was wrong as you almost stormed out in the most polite manner you could manage, now staring him down in the living room.

"Hey, can we at least talk about this before you go and cool off without me? I'd at least want to know what I can do to make you feel better," he tries again, reaching for a hand only to be rejected.

"Why don't you go hang out with Claire? I'm sure she'd love more of your attention," you retort, avoiding his gaze.

"Who - you mean the woman hanging off me when you came to the bar? Why would I want to be with her right now?" he asks, puzzled.

"Are you sure about that? Because you looked pretty damn happy to be sitting there with her and all her beauty just shoved into your face! She looked this close to kissing you and you didn't do anything about it!"

Kaeya looks very confused, not even sure if the two of you were recalling the same incident. Yes, there was someone who made herself very welcome on his lap, no, he was not going to kiss her.

"Your hands were on her shoulders! Are you trying to tell me that you were trying to-"

"Push her off? Exactly that," he sighs, coming back to your side despite the fact that you turned your back to him.

"You know it's only you, don't you? Why would I go look for someone else when you're right here, waiting for me to come home?"

You know that he's got a point, still feeling a little stubborn as you keep your arms crossed and stay facing away from him. He doesn't let that deter him, instead slinking his arms around your shoulders and pulling you into chest.

"Come on, you're really going to tell me that you still don't believe me? That you don't know how much I love you?" he murmurs into your ear, beginning to trail kisses down your shoulder.

"Do I need to show it to you?" he asks, eye looking up at you from where he's bent over.

"Show me what?" you ask a little shakily, gasping when he pulls you in for a rough kiss.

You feel him shove you up against a wall somewhere, lips chasing after yours hungrily. He refuses to even breathe too long without you and you're convinced he's stealing the air out of your lungs to fill his own but you also know it doesn't matter because he's here, he's real, and he's in love with you.

"It's always you," he mutters against your lips, giving you a dazed look that's always so characteristic of him when he looks at you.

"It'll always be you, okay?" he reiterates, hands resting on your hips.

"Okay," you say softly, laughing a bit at the smile on his face.

"There you go. Remember that for me, alright hon?" he responds, kissing your cheek.

"I will."

[womanofwords]

Creative Protesting

Miss Rivers was going through the list of names to start the school day. The classroom was unusually sparse, no thanks to the new start time of 7:30. She knew it would be a disaster, and nobody listened to her.

"I knew it. I should have skipped school," Asher said, his head on the table.

"Young man!" Miss Rivers gasped. "Would you jump off a cliff if everyone else was doing it?"

"Why is anybody jumping off any cliff?" Asher griped. Miss Rivers sighed as she continued on with the register.

"Hope I'm not late, ma'am," Samson said, waltzing in at his usual pace. The weary teacher sighed; of course Samson had arrived late to class. As usual.

And then she saw what he was wearing.

"Samson, what on earth are you doing?" his teacher asked. Heads turned to look at Samson, class weirdo and general space cadet, walking into class . . . in his pyjamas. UFO pyjamas, to be precise.

Asher burst out laughing. "Dude, what are you doing?"

"Protesting," Samson explained. "The school's new start time is so early, I didn't have time to get changed."

"Samson, this is ridiculous," Miss Rivers said, as his classmates laughed. "You need to have clothes."

"These are technically clothes."

"Real clothes."

"I checked the student handbook. There is nothing that says I can't wear my pyjamas to school." Samson smiled. "The sleepwear stays. And it will stay until the 8:30 school start time is reinstated."

"Of course it will," Miss Rivers muttered.

(PAUSE)

Surprisingly enough, Samson kept his word. He showed up to school every day in his pyjamas. He had multiple different ones, too, much to everyone's amusement. Classic blue striped ones, candy cane pyjamas, tartan pyjamas, and Harry Potter pyjamas.

It didn't help that people had begun to mimic him. His own class filled up with pyjama-wearing students fairly quickly. Some kids decided to be elaborate about it, accessorising with dressing gowns and slippers. It got to the point where Principal Winters called an assembly about it.

"It seems to me," he began, looking at the crowd of students gathered before him, "that you view this school as being a bit of a joke." Some students sniggered. "Well, it's not. Truancy, backtalk, the rising pyjama trend - it all has to stop right this minute! As a place of education, this school demands a certain level of respect from the students!"

"Really?" Samson asked. Heads turned to look at the young man wearing Smurfs pyjamas. "That seems a bit hypocritical. Why do we need to have respect for this school when this school has no respect for us?"

Principal Winters' face turned salmon pink. "Young man, you had better find a way to rephrase that," he said, his voice.

"You heard me. No respect for our free time, or our mental health. We're constantly stressed out. You literally don't even care enough to make sure we have enough time to get ready for the education we must hold so much respect for!"

"Settle down!" Principal Winters snapped, but it was too late. The students roared their approval.

This assembly had become a colossal failure.

And somehow, it was about to fail even harder.

"Anita Lead, reporting for the Daily Quarterly about a pyjama-led rebellion against school authorities," an earnest reporter said. "I'm here at a school where students are expressing their distaste at the earlier start time by turning up to school in their PJs. Here's one leaving the school." The camera turned on Samson, wearing a neck pillow and the UFO pyjamas that started the trouble in the first place. "Hey, kid! What can you tell me about the pyjama craze that's taken over the school?"

"A lot, actually. First thing you need to know is that I started it," Samson said. "This school will not give us the time we need to be prepared for the day. We aren't getting enough sleep after we're finished with all the homework we have to do, and now we get less time in the morning to prepare for the day ahead. This is a visual sign of what the establishment can expect."

"Samson Edgeley!" Principal Winters yelled.

"That concludes our time," Samson said, racing for home with Principal Winters hot on his heels.

"Follow that boy and his principal!" Anita yelled, and the cameraman gave chase.

"Stop making the school look bad with your antics!" Principal Winters yelled.

"Stop torturing us with arbitrary rules!" Samson yelled. "We're being mummified by red tape over here!"

"Don't be ridiculous!"

Samson stopped in his tracks. Everyone else stopped, too. "I am Samson Edgeley," he said, in between gasps. "I dare to be ridiculous. And I dare to expose the ridiculousness that is inherent inside everything and everyone!" His voice was rising in volume now. "And if that means I show up to school in my pyjamas, then so be it! Good day to you!" Samson stormed off home, about as menacing as he could look while wearing UFO pyjamas.

"This is TV gold," Anita muttered.

The day after the segment aired, the new start time was mysteriously and happily scrapped. Samson went back to wearing regular clothes, much to Miss Rivers' relief. (That relief was fleeting once you took into account how bizarre Samson's dress sense was.)

People's opinions of Samson changed too. Before, they were mostly low, with a few being mildly positive and the vast majority of people not knowing him from a hole in the wall. But after the pyjama protest, public opinion of him skyrocketed.

Pyjama Dude ruled.

[ghostream]

Hi! Can I request tendou and kenma wit a fem s/o who has very heavy period cramps. I’ve been suffering for a while, and I need some comfort! Thanks!!!

 S/O with Heavy Periods and Painful Cramps

A/N: Of course I can, I’m happy to help! Also, bad cramps are super relatable for me too! Thanks for being my first request! Enjoy these headcanons!

Warning(s): some mentions of blood

Character(s): Tendou Satori, Kenma Kozume

Tendou Satori

You guys were both third-year students and have just recently got together, so this is his first time really experiencing seeing you with your period

He noticed you weren’t in any of your shared classes or replying to any of his texts

He was getting a bit concerned since this doesn’t usually happen

So he decided to ditch class, and visit you at your dorm room

Which is where he assumed you would be

Technically he wasn’t allowed to do this, but he wanted to know if you were okay

And then he saw you lying on the floor, with a pained expression on your face and clutching your stomach

He immediately got super worried

You tried to downplay it, saying you were fine, that he should just leave

But he wasn’t having any of it

So you explained to him you were on your period, and were having pretty painful cramps

He wanted to help, he hated seeing you in pain, so you asked him to pass you your pain medication and some water

He was impressed on how easily you swallowed them, he hated swallowing pills

While you were waiting for the pills to kick in, Tendou handed you some chocolate he had in his bag

You love chocolate and Tendou always carried the best ones

They also totally satisfied your cravings

Eventually some of your pain faded away and you were feeling tired

So Tendou and you decided to take a nap together

Everything was going fine, until you woke up to feeling something wet...

Oh no! Your pad leaked while you were sleeping!

Usually you know how to handle this, but Tendou was also there!

He woke up due to your movement, and you tried frantically apologizing to him.

But he didn’t mind, he cracked some jokes to make you comfortable and calm down, and even helped you change your sheets

Having someone like Tendou, who is fun to be  with, and isn’t grossed out, would be awesome to have around when on your period.

Kenma Kozume

You guys would usually walk to to school together, along with Kuroo, but today you texted him saying you weren’t feeling well and told them to go without you

He was concerned but he know you would have asked if you needed any help

You were on the back of of his mind all day

Thankfully, he didn’t have any volleyball practise after school so he decided to come straight to you after school

While he was walking home, he received a text from you

“Hey...Do you think you can bring me some pads on your way home here is a pic of the brand and type that I use” image “I promise to pay you back!”

This made him immediatley realize you were on your period, and that’s why you didn’t go to school today, he knows that your cramps made it almost impossible to stay at school for that many hours

He went to a nearby store to get your pads

As well as some chocolate and other snacks

He let himself into your place, since you gave him a copy of your keys, and he was met with the sight of you covered in blankets

The expression on your face gave away how much pain you were in

When you noticed what he bought for you, you were extremely grateful

You have a heavy flow and you go through many pads, and your stash was almost running out

You also enjoyed all the snacks he go for you, they totally satisfied your cravings

When you tried to pay him back, he refused, even though you insisted!

You took some medicine a while ago when they pain became unbearable but it didn’t kick in yet

Kenma hates to see you in pain, so he asked how he could help you

You told him “ If you want, you could like, massage my stomach area if you want, no pressure though”

However, he agreed yo do it right away

He is definitely awesome at massages

He naturally runs warms and since he is a setter, he is very skilled with his hands 

And he is super respectful about it too, he doesn’t wander with his hands to much, (Unless you want him to 😏)

He doesn’t mind keeping you company, while he plays some games though, until the pain finally decreases enough for you to finally fall asleep and nap

I honestly would love someone like Kenma during my periods, he is super sweet and helpful!

likes and reblogs are appreciated, thanks for reading!!

do not plagiarize, reupload, translate, and use my work for audio readings without my permission!!!

[pawseds]

I convinced our Delta Green game master to have a play-by-post (basically text roleplay) section in our game's server and uhhhhh maybe I've been having too much fun with it. Writing is faster than drawing comics, what can I say?

(Long ramble about writing stories below hehe oops)

While we're here! A bit about writing: I like writing! I've written for loger than I've drawn for (because school). I think I'm better at writing than drawing for that reason (I'm more confident at least). I've written short stories. I've written short stories about TTRPG things. I've also written a ~100k word novel by hand for 2 years. While writing it, I had 'writing class' (technically AS/A level Ennglish Language classes). It was the only class I had confidence in and high expectations for.

With those 2 combined, I burnt out pretty quick LOL. Specifically, I had a big perfectionism issue because of the high expectations I had from my teacher and especially myself -- it was the one thing I knew excelled at in school, so I better do it well! After I was done with the novel and A levels, I was supposed to edit the novel. It's been years and I haven't done it yet, and I wouldn't write non-assignment stories (except 2) until now. Writing became more nerverwracking than it was fun, so why would I?

To get back to the PBP thing: I've been in a campaign that was fully PBP. With my mindset being the way it is, hey! This is just one big writing exercise, so I ran along with that and had fun with it. I saw how some players would make their own PBP and essentially monologue/have a scene only with their PC. That was cool to see.

And now, my current Delta Green campaign (tagged 'Helvetia'). Hrothgar (guy in drawing) and his kids were ported over from a previous D&D campaign (the fully PBP one!), so the crew had a very well defined background already. Of course I get tons of drawing ideas for them, except I don't have the time to draw them all (compsci hard). But since the server has a PBP section, I had like 2 weeks to kill between session 0 and 1, and I was bursting with ideas... I made a lot of solo PBPs that were essentially short stories.

It didn't quite hit me until some time ago, but the PBPs actually made me enjoy writing again -- enjoy it a lot more, in fact! I think the format of Discord threads and messages removed most perfectionism tendencies I had. I just had to fire the story away, message by message. It didn't have to be amazing, and it was fun! (Also I really don't know how to shut up with them LOL)

I'll definitely be cleaning these PBPs up and posting them here as stories. Some of them are just silly, fun, slice-of-life character sketches. (These were the stories I wrote after my novel... and yes, they were about my other set of Delta Green characters LMAO) (and I've posted them here under pawsedswrite btw!) But some I see as legitamite short stories that I would edit more heavily and present as a short story. They were the kinds I could see myself writing on a document rather than on Discord.

Well, I lied. 'I would edit' is false. I have already edited one, because I spent like 5-6h writing this one PBP (oops) instead of writing the draft for my short story class/elective (oops 2). I joked to my two friends saying that I could just submit it as my assignment. Apparently, they both really liked it and said the dialogued slapped. So I did!

I procrastinated like hell on it though, because I was very nervous to go back into the PBP with an axe to edit it. Being in a writing class where nearly everyone else has been formally studying writing for some years kinda puts some pressure on ya!

Like the last assignment (which I'll post here after editing), I had a lot of worries. But the feedback and grade I got from my last assignment, the peer review I got from the current one, and also the support from those two friends (shoutout @katastrofish <3) made me feel more confident in myself. And also the fact that I had a lot of fun editing the PBP!

Uhhh this ramble was way longer than expected LMFAO if you've made it this far, damn, thanks for reading! If you also write or have similar experiences, feel free to share em. And have a good day!

(bonus POV editing)

[luvo27]

cut scene from stress vs love

Finally, finally, Fig manages to make it to what passes for rogue classes. Honestly, it’s been kind of fun. There’s a part of her that kind of wants to attend rogue classes regularly now.

The instructions she’d found behind a locker led to more instructions that led to an inscription on the bottom of a potted plant that led to more instructions on a piece of paper hidden behind a chalkboard in a classroom on the third floor that led to a key that unlocked an unused classroom that apparently, isn’t all that unused. Scrawled on the chalkboard are tips and tricks for avoiding notice when sneaking, specifically for sneaking into tall buildings from the ceiling.

Riz is already in the classroom, standing by the chalkboard and scribbling in a notebook. Fig feels herself smile. It’s nice to see Riz, at any time in the day. At lunch, yeah, but it’s nice to hang out with him, it’s nice to see him in his element. Again, she considers attending rogue classes regularly, because she has a ton of fun hanging out with Gorgug in Barbarian, so if she picks up rogue classes, she could hang out with Riz!

She considers whether or not she would want to pick up classes with all of her friends, because that would just be the most epic thing in the world, right? She loves hanging out with them. It would be the perfect way to maximize the amount of time she gets to spend with her friends! It’s the perfect plan!

Grinning, she taps Riz on the shoulder. “Hey, Riz!”

“Fig?” Riz turns to blink at her. “This is rogue class.”

“Yeah, I know.” Fig shrugs modestly and feels her grin widen. “I was just trying it out.” She’s about to start talking about how she managed to find all the clues scattered around the school. She’s pretty proud of herself, considering she’s never actually taken a rogue class before. Yeah, she’s sneaky when she needs to be, but she’s really starting to appreciate the specific skill set that Riz brings, but Riz talks first.

He starts, “You should—Fig, you need to be in class.”

Fig closes her mouth as she takes Riz in. He’s blinking rapidly, like there’s something wrong with his eyes, and his tail is flicking around his feet the way it does when he’s feeling distressed, and in the gloves that he’s taken to wearing, his hands are twitching minutely. Fig feels her eyebrows draw together.

“Hey, Riz,” she says, softening her voice, “it’s okay. It’s my free period.”

Riz stares at her, taking in the information. And she isn’t technically lying, she doesn’t really go to bard class anymore and not going doesn’t affect her grades, even if she is a bard, so it is a free period. Whatever Riz is thinking, he doesn’t remember that this is when bard class meets.

“It’s your free period?” he asks.

“Yeah, Riz.” Fig nods. “It’s my free period.”

“Okay.” Riz nods. “Cool. So, you’re trying out rogue class?”

“Yeah,” Fig starts to say. She thinks about the probability that Riz will, at some point, realize that bard classes take place during the same period. She imagines the reaction that would cause if she told him she was going to take up rogue classes.3 It’s okay though, because while it has been fun, she’d be perfectly not adding another class to her schedule. 

“But,” she continues, “I think it’s not really for me, you know?”

“No,” Riz says. Fig notes with delight that the corner of his mouth twitches up in a smile. Another part of her notes that she doesn’t remember the last time she saw Riz smile, not really. “I don’t know, actually,” Riz finishes.

“Right,” Fig nods. “Course.” She thinks about Riz, focused on homework during lunch, and everyone saying that they asked if he wanted to hang out, and how she doesn’t remember the last time she hung out with Riz herself. She tries to think about the last time she saw Riz smile, really smile, and thinks it was probably over winter break, which is now a couple weeks ago and that’s way too long.

“Hey,” she says, “I was wondering, do you want to hang out?”

Riz frowns. Not one of his bad frowns, just a thinking frown. “Um,” he starts to say, “I guess—” he shivers, shakes his head. “I shouldn’t,” he says apologetically. “Uh, date night.”

“Oh.” Fig feels her face fall. That’s right, she thinks. Riz is, unfortunately, just really, really busy. She knows she’s gotten a few texts saying he couldn’t hang out at Mordred because he was spending time with Baron. But it’s sweet of him, she thinks. If Ayda were here—if she could call, or text Ayda, but cell service and time travel don’t really work together, she knows she’d be spending as much time with her as she could.

She’d also be spending as much time as she could with Riz and the rest of the Bad Kids though, of course. And in the back of her mind, something bothers her. Not enough that she notices it, not yet, but it is really weird that Riz is spending more time with Baron than any of them. That’s not the Riz she knows.

It’s sweet, she tells herself. It’s really sweet that Riz is putting so much effort into this new relationship. She tries to pull a smile back onto her face.

“You’ve been spending a lot of time with Baron,” she says, trying to be playful. “Haven’t you?”

Riz laughs sheepishly. “Yeah, I guess I have.”

“Well, don’t forget about us, you know?” Fig tells him.

Riz smiles. A real smile. The worry in Fig’s heart melts away as he promises, “I won’t.”

Fig puts two fingers to her forehead in a salute. “See you later then, Riz,” she tells him. “Alright?” She starts to walk back towards the door.

“Yeah, Fig,” Riz says as he watches her leave. “See you later.”

Fig hesitates just outside the door for a moment. Riz gives her one last little wave before turning back to the chalkboard. Within seconds, he’s back to scribbling away. It’s almost like Fig was never actually there. Like she was never needed. Just an unwanted intruder, brushed off as soon as it was okay to.

Fig rubs her shoulders. She doesn’t go to any of her other classes that day.

[reanbowful]

Boys with a tomboy reader please^^

I love you and your writing (//•/-/•//)

First of all, THANK YOU AAA!! I’m not sure what tomboy is like to other people but I will write it by how I define it. So it will be more on the personality than their looks.

“boyish”

if you have a boyish personality

*this was harder than I thought, I didn’t want the reader to feel like the ‘not like other girls’ stereotype so I made it like this

(gray, ben, gerard, alex, eugene)

gray yeon / yeon sieun

Suave

When Gray saw you, he noticed that you were unexpectedly more masculine than you appear.

You have certain tendencies to you that makes him feel like he’s talking to a dude(?) rather than a high school girl.

He noticed that you treated your girl friends very gently and that girls in general like you a lot.

“Come on Mijin! I need it for the test next week!”

“Y/N, I told you I’m also shit at biochem. Go ask someone from the upper class.”

“I don’t know anyone there.”

Gray was just passing by the hallway when he saw you and your friend.

“Ah, y/n. Go ask him, he’s at the top of the class.”

Gray shifted his eyes to the two of you, immediately alarmed when he saw a cleaning staff shift his phone just right under your friend’s skirt.

He was about to warn her when you beat him to it.

You grabbed the phone and covered the camera part. Not sure if he managed to take a picture or any sort of footage since you acted very swiftly, but that really could’ve ended very bad.

“Hey, mister. This is premium content, you know. It’s not for free!”

Your friend shifted in horror when she realised what had happen.

The man, humiliated and embarrassed, tries to grab the phone away from you. Which you of course, toss away. To who? The one and only, Gray Yeon.

“Yo! Run!”

Gray cursed under his breath when the man turned to him with crazy eyes and began bolting towards him.

And thus, Gray ran.

“I’ll see you outside!”

Long story short, as he was running, you tripped the man over. Went into his phone using his unconscious body’s face id. (it was quite jarring to see) And thanked Gray for helping you.

“Hey, thanks man. That was really cool of you.”

The way you tapped him on his shoulder as you casually deleted the man’s entire gallery really reminded him of Ben somehow.

I’m honestly not sure how Gray would react, maybe no more than a ‘Wow. They’re kinda cool.’

He will probably notice you more after that, and if you begin to get more involved into his everyday routine, Gray won’t be hesitant to welcome you into his inner circle.

ben park / park humin

Easy Camaraderie

You met Ben at the arcade.

You were both coincidentally playing Tekken on the machine across from each other.

Also coincidental, you’re both ass at it.

Inhaling sharply, you ‘gently’ slammed your hand on the side of the screen. Making it shake Ben’s machine, thus resulting in his loss. (he won’t win even without the distraction)

“Hey! Why did you do that, man?”

“Damn, sorry man, I didn’t see you there. My bad my bad.”

Ben would be slightly taken aback when he turned his head to see that you are a girl.

You raised your brow at him, an awkward pursed smile on your face when he looked your way.

“Oh, um. It’s fine. So, you play too? Any good at it?”

You stood on your chair. Looking over from above his cabinet, peeking at his screen to gauge his skill.

Oh and you thought you were bad, but this guy? This guy is absolute shit.

Scoffing, you jumped down from your chair, throwing an arm over Ben’s shoulder.

“Hm, I think I’m quite okay compared to you. I can teach you a few tricks if you want.”

Don’t fall for it, Ben.

“REALLY?!”

Oh, Ben.

You nodded. Throwing an optimistic thumbs up, completely unaware of just how much of a lost cause this man is.

Within 20 minutes, you could feel a migraine building up. You grimaced when Ben’s character dies yet again.

Ben frowned.

“It’s not working! What am I doing wrong?”

Technically everything.

You bit the inside of your cheek, scrunching your brows to find a way on telling him how much he suck at this game. And that he probably should play something else instead.

“Like, don’t take this the wrong way. But you really suck at this game. Like really bad.”

If he has dog ears, it would definitely lay flat on his head right now.

You nod, tapping his shoulder apprehensively.

It became a routine for you two to play with each other every Wednesday afternoon, every single week.

You would stay there for 4 hours, laughing at each other’s dumb jokes until your ribs ache. And leave exactly 10 minutes before closing time, bidding each other goodbyes with little sentiment over the interaction.

Well, that is until one of you finds themselves waiting eagerly for the next Wednesday to come.

(Idk what kind of dynamic this is, but I like it)

gerard jin / jin gayool

Lightheartedness

“YOU CRAZY BITCH!”

Gerard didn’t notice you at first, but him and the boys were out eating chicken at Ttosikki during one of his day offs.

And you, were also there. With your friends. Eating chicken in peace.

What’s funny about the whole interaction was that it was all a HUGE misunderstanding.

Basically what happened was that you were eating, right. And some sweet couple were just standing over at the street.

You have a weird habit of spacing out while eating, and you just so happened to face this specific couple.

You weren’t looking at them or anything specific really. You’re just.. spaced out.

The girl, however, is getting annoyed at the impression that you’re ogling her boyfriend.

Gerard was seated on the right end of the table, so he could see the whole shit go down in full hd. He knew something was gonna happen, but he doesn’t see why he should intervene since it wasn’t any of his business. And well, you guys are girls so.. he really doesn’t want to get involved.

When it seems like the warning glares the girl sent your way didn’t seem to faze you (once again, you just didn’t see her), she began to march her way towards you.

“Hey.”

“Huh?”

In complete shock, everyone watch as the girl took the can of coke from the table and proceed to pour them all over your head.

Your friend, shocked and also annoyed at the uncalled for action, shoved her away.

“Y-you! What the fuck was that for?!”

“Me? Maybe you should tell your friend not to ogle at other people’s boyfriend.”

At this point, everyone is now looking at your table. This even caught Gray’s attention which was a rare thing to see.

“What did you say now-“

Before your friend could do anything stupid, you pulled her aside and stood up.

Your uniform is drenched, so is your hair.

“It’s okay. I forgive you.”

Was all you said before pulling that girl into a bear hug, making sure to stick all surface of your skin together and really rubbing your hair in there.

“AHHH YOU CRAZY BITCH!”

“What? Wow, I even forgave you because you have a cute face. And you called me a ‘bitch’? Laundry is expensive, you know.”

With red face, the girl ran off pulling her boyfriend away with her while you laughed your head off with your friends at how ridiculous the situation was.

“They handled it really well, huh?”

Gerard watched intently, a small smile rising to his face at how you handled the situation.

“Yeah. That was very cool of them.”

alex go / go hyuntak

Mischievous

Alex was on his way to meet up with Ben when he saw you.

He merely took a glance at you while he was walking. You were talking to a somewhat sketchy looking older man, holding a pack of something(?)

Well, it’s none of his business.

Or was it?

After like ten steps away, Alex could hear the stomping of heavy heels. Through the corner of his eyes, he saw a gust of white. And then he was pulled.

“Wha-!!”

Alex was barely able to keep his balance when you yanked him through the street. He looked at you, then behind him.

The sketchy looking, now crazy looking mf was on fire chasing the two of you. Oh how great this luck of his is.

“WHY ARE WE RUNNING?”

“I’LL EXPLAIN LATER!”

You two ran into a corner alleyway, where you pant and lean back into the wall. Trying to catch your breath. Alex did the same.

“Yo. What the fuck was that?”

You hold your hand up. Retching a little, making Alex grimace.

“Ugh.. yea. So, what happened was-“

You explained to him how this very obvious looking conman was trying to sell you some bullshit. So you pretended to play along and humiliate him afterwards. Not knowing that this was not a conman. But a mf cultist.

“Wtf. So, why did he start chasing after you?”

“I told him it was my boyfriend’s idea.”

“Boyfriend? What do you- Oh fuck no.”

“There you are.”

The two of you turned to see the madman himself standing right there in the open air, looking like he’s ready to bash someone’s head in.

Your eyes widened in horror. But then your body remembered you had a parkour era and jumped straight up onto the red brick wall separating the alleyway.

“HEY BOYFRIEND! JUMP UP HERE!”

You stretched your arm out to Alex who gave a worried look, but hurried over to you when he saw the man approaching behind him.

With a high jump, you pulled Alex up to give him enough leverage to pull himself up and over the other side of the wall.

“I’m y/n by the way.”

“Fuck you, y/n. I’m Alex. By the way.”

eugene gale / seo juntae

Carefree

You and Eugene met when you volunteered in his aunt’s pet store for the summer.

From the get go, Eugene thought you are a very easygoing person. Your way of talking and handling people is very charming, he could see why his aunt likes you.

The two of you have an interesting relationship of friendship but not really.

See, it’s not hard for anyone to fall for you. Eugene is one of the many.

Maybe it’s the way you strike an easy conversation. Or in the way you bob your head, pretending you’re at a concert when it’s closing time and you’re cleaning all by yourself.

Whatever it was, it’s clear now. Eugene didn’t know when he fell for you, but that doesn’t matter now. What does is, what next?

Summer is ending soon, and you will go back to your life. As will he.

Something to note here is that you two never really interacted much than small talks and casual conversations. So he doesn’t even have your contact and socials.

Eugene decided to leave things as it is and just enjoy the moments that you have left in his life.

It was a casual Tuesday when he walked into the store and you were not there.

Looking at his confused expression, his aunt would explain that you started school already and have to stop volunteering.

It left a bittersweet feeling in his heart that your last interaction was left hanging. He doesn’t feel that.. closure in him thinking that he will just see you again but then you’re just.. not there anymore.

Taking his umbrella out, he began to walk home feeling oddly somber.

That is until he heard the busking band. The sound of guitar strums and raw drumming paired with the deafening rain in his ears tuned everything out.

Then he saw you.

All soaked and in the rain. Dancing your heart out. Not caring about how others see you. Laughing and having fun. Just completely free in the best way possible.

Eugene smiled.

You were in his life once. And it was unforgettably beautiful.

It’s time for another to experience your beauty now.

[theartisticcrow]

Silly Game Time: If you were to become the patron deity of one specific aspect of the *natural* world, which aspect would you choose?

It could be as wide as the sky or as narrow as tide pools, as universal as clouds or as localized as one mountain, as alive as animals or as inanimate as rocks. All that matters is that it's of nature and that it feels right for you.

(Personally, I would chose to be the god of dusk, when the sun sets and day fades from the sky to give way to night's gentler moon and stars.)

I think I would be the deity of the northern lights, providing a bit of hope and joy in a part of the world so cold, so barren.

And if I were to be a deity of just anything, I think I would have something to do with knowledge or the correction of misinformation and injustice. Or perhaps I would have something to do with revolution, seeing as the French Revolution is something I take a large interest in and I did spend 11 days writing a 30 page essay about Maximilien Robespierre, explaining why he was not a dictator and why people think that (reactionary propaganda, mostly).

I am tired and feeling a little depressed with the current state of the world right now. Usually I'm optimistic and hopeful (what else can I do in my current position?) and I am quick to correct the idiocy of other people who think murdering innocent people in somehow justified (yes, I have had to deal with this. My strong sense of social justice that came free with the autism doesn't allow me to let it slide [lol that's pretty much how Robespierre died])... But today I just feel a bit sad. Thus why I'm answering this ask even though it is from so long ago. I think I meant to answer it but I forgot.

Of course, I did see a play literally about the holocaust earlier today, so it shouldn't be surprising that it had some effect on me. It was really well down and honestly had me close to tears at a couple points throughout the performance, which is saying something because I don't get that kind of emotional very easily.

If I could be a deity of anything, I think I'd like to be a deity of Hope.

But on a more positive and amusing side of things, look what I happened upon in the lighting booth today

Saw the little Robespierre cut out yesterday and couldn't help myself. Funniest thing is that I am factually correct, it's hardly even a joke at this point.

All that said and done, I'm probably going to lie down now. Hey, at least I have Friday off tomorrow so I finally get to take a break for the first time in over a week. I've got everything together for my best friend's birthday "party" on Saturday. It'll just be us too, he doesn't have any other close friends (his school kind of sucks and people suck). Plan I think is that we'll go bowling then head back to his place. He hates his birthday yet refuses to tell me why, but I'm determined to make it fun. I have an entire wooden chest full of gifts, plus a Bill Cipher poster that I created, since of course he's a big Gravity Falls fan and kind of turned me into on too.

I also am going to give him a few of my rubber rats, a nice cloak that I spent three days fixing up, a harmonica I found in my closet, some other random things including a traffic cone that I painstakingly managed to fit inside the box, and the Book of Bill, which I know he will be delighted to see. I'm not too worried about him seeing this despite him technically having a tumblr account. I think he's already forgotten about it anyways, so...

And then I've got some government exam or whatever on Monday that I'm required to complete if I want to ever graduate high school, but I'm not too worried about it. I am however super excited for November because my Drama teacher is offering to take anyone from my Drama class who's interested to go see a production of the Sweeney Todd musical, so I'll be seeing that next month.

Haven't really got much else going on aside from schoolwork and a slideshow presentation that I'm working on as a science project and already I have failed to take it seriously. The first slide starts out with the caption: ASTRONOMY TIMELINE "What's the worst that could happen" and then the next slide is the asteroid that killed the dinosaurs, and then one of the dinosaurs in the image is saying "yeah, I'm sure that's edible" which becomes their last words on a gravestone, so you know this is going to be a good presentation.

Also here's a photo I took of a pigeon while I was in Toronto last weekend.

Sorry but also not sorry if this comes off as weird in any way whatsoever. I've gone completely off topic in regards to the original question but honestly it's just a nice excuse to off about my life because writing my thoughts down always makes me feel better.

If you see this and take the time to read this through, I hope you're doing well and that you're safe and comfortable and I hope that you never have to worry about any terrible things because the world is a terrifying place. I hope you have a good day or night. I hope you're okay and you make sure to take care of yourself. I would be deeply saddened to hear if anything bad happened to you, even despite the fact that I hardly know you.

We're all just people trying to survive and make it through another day. We all have our own concerns and internal conflicts. We all possess our own feelings, whether others realise it or not. I don't care if I hardly know you, I still hope that you feel loved and appreciated.

[blametheeditor]

Terms Of Agreement | Chapter 4

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Run Down: The monster under your bed, the one in the closet, and your sleep paralysis demon fight for custody.

Content Warnings: Cursing. Mentions of sleep paralysis, hallucinations, and sleep deprivation. Mentions of death, murder, and accidental deaths. Mentions of treating others as lesser than, addressing someone as 'it'.

Technical bonding time

_____________________

“F-Fritz!” 

Jeremy’s hug is immediately accepted, Fritz clinging to his best friend even though they saw each other only two days ago. To the redhead, it feels like it’s been a lifetime. “Hey, Jer.” 

“Are you r-r-ready for school?” the taller asks. “I-If you’re not, I’m sure if you a-asked-” 

“I’m ready,” Fritz smiles. Beaks away from the hug to grab Jeremy’s hand to lead him down the street. Not wanting to linger outside his house for too long less three soul hungry beings decide to come outside and demand he better not be late. Or possibly see it as not appreciating such ‘freedom’ and decide to revoke it. “But thanks for asking.” 

“How are y-you? You l-l-look better.”

Fritz would’ve thought Jeremy was just trying to be nice if he hadn’t noticed it himself this morning while starring at the mirror. By no means does he look healthy, and there are still large dark spots under his eyes, but he does look better. Which is weird to think about and not something Vincent, David, or James can claim as their doing. At least intentionally. He has a feeling it had to do with getting a full night’s sleep for the first time since he can remember. 

No nightmares. No shadows lurking in the corner. No sounds jolting him awake. Just dreamless sleep until his alarm clock announced it was time to get up. 

He gives a shrug. “I’m okay.” 

“You won’t be wh-when Mrs. Vance g-g-gives o-our Monday quiz,” Jeremy says, upset himself considering they’ll both be taking it. 

“Why didn’t you remind me!” 

“I f-f-forgot about it until now!” 

And Fritz tries to forget about what’s waiting for him when he goes back home at the end of the school day. Focuses on the fact Jeremy is by his side. That he’s able to go to class like nothing has changed. Get in trouble for not finishing his homework without the threat of death looming over his head. 

Would they care about me having bad grades?

The thought forces Fritz to pay attention even as his teacher drones on about math. His best subject, but not the most entertaining one. 

Do they know about schoolwork and if I have a project coming up? 

Even if they don’t, Fritz can still use it as an excuse to spend more time outside of his house. Maybe he can say doing homework at Jeremy’s house is better for him. 

Would they be suspicious or know I’m lying if I claim to have extracurricular activities?

In case they would, Fritz decides to finally snag the flyer advertising the robotics club. His mom would’ve wanted him to at least think about it, especially after making excuse after excuse to not even check it out. 

It goes by too quickly. Finds himself walking next to Jeremy through the now open gate as they make their way back home. Back to demons who want to eat his sole, and monsters who don’t realize he could die from the simplest of actions, the promise tonight will be far from a restful one. 

“What’d you get on the quiz?” Anything to distract him. 

“I got h-half o-of them wrong,” Jeremy murmurs with a wince. “My dad’s n-n-not going to be h-happy.” 

“We’ll study sometime this week for the next one, deal?” 

“D-Deal.” 

Frtiz smiles up at his best friend in the hopes he looks supportive rather than terrified. It’s taking everything in him not to start trembling now that they’re standing outside his house, the front door wide open. 

Jeremy gives the sight a confused look. “A-A-Are your caretakers w-waiting for you?” 

“Care- um, yeah, they are,” the redhead quickly responds to cover up his own confusion. But off course he’s supposed to have actual ‘caretakers’. A sixteen year old can’t live by themself when there’s a mortgage to pay and food needing to be bought. 

...now that he thinks about it, how did Vincent get the ingredients needed for everything he’s cooked so far? Fritz recognized the meat from when his mom bought it a week ago, but he can’t remember the last time there were carrots in the house. And why hasn’t anyone come by to check on him? 

Questions he’ll be asking, and hopefully these ones won’t make him regret it. 

“Are they n-nice?” 

Ha.

“They’ve been taking care of me,” is all Fritz can offer. Then he steals another hug. “See you tomorrow, Jer.” 

“H-Have a good night!” 

Fritz takes a deep breath as he marches up the steps. Prepares himself for threats, the posibility of being grabbed at any moment, his hatred for carrots used against him. 

At least he was ready for when the door slammed shut, immediately diving to the right and curling into a ball so the gust of wind didn’t have him gaining any new bruises. Just an overwhelming feeling of terror that he tries to settle before facing whatever is waiting for him. 

He has a feeling he’ll never get used to the sight of a giant standing directly overhead. Even though David’s proven he won’t be crushing Fritz beneath the sole of his expensive leather shoe anytime soon, it does nothing to truly ebb away at his fear. 

“Welcome home,” the monster rumbles. 

“Good- h-hi,” Fritz corrects himself. 

David rolls his eyes. “Vincent informed me you would have homework. Where do you normally get it done?” 

So they do know about schoolwork. Or, at least Vincent does and told the other two what to expect from him. Whether or not they want him to keep goods grades is another matter. “The table.” 

“Then I suggest you make your way over there.” 

With a rapid nod of his head Fritz quickly stands up before walking toward the kitchen table, glad there’s no carpet this time to slow him down. He can’t imagine how slow he’d be while being encumbered by his backpack. Thankfully everything he needs is inside it. He’ll make sure to always be prepared, not wanting to find out what David would think about Fritz needing to go to his room to grab something. 

It takes a few minutes due to his concentration to keep a fast pace, but Fritz finally realizes it’s quite inside the house. None of the familiar sounds of Vincent cooking or the three arguing. James and his sleep paralysis demon aren’t in the kitchen. 

“M-May I ask where the others are?” 

“We have better things to do than babysit you all day,” David growls as he steps directly beside Fritz to earn a flinch. “Vincent reassured us you can survive without a warm meal for a night.” 

There’s no elaboration on what those ‘better things’ include. And maybe it’s best he doesn’t know. However, his stomach growls at the thought of not having dinner. Not that he won’t survive, but it’s been a hit or miss for when he’s actually hungry, and he’d much prefer being able to eat whenever he can. Especially because Fritz can make his own food as long as it’s possible for him to. 

David will never open the door, though. Meaning he’ll just need to get into the habit of packing snacks. 

Fritz holds back a sigh as he continues on his journey. Stops when the shadow of the round wooden table falls over him, taking a moment to stare directly up. Feels his stomach twist at the thought of somehow climbing up such a massive height. 

“Um, how do I-?” 

He should’ve known. David’s only tried to pick him up once, and Vincent taught the monster how to do it safely. Yet he hadn’t expected suddenly being lifted up as the straps to his backpack become the only things keeping him from plummeting to his death as the ground gets further and further away. 

Fritz tries to scream as he curls up tightly, pleading his grip doesn’t falter. Somehow being able to recognize it was done slowly enough he didn’t feel like he was going to be ripped from his lifeline, but it still makes his heart stop. Kicks when the table is close enough to safely land. Lets go of the straps willingly in order to roll away and not get injured by his books crashing against him once the fingers released their grip. 

Except his backpack isn’t let go, David watching him with amusement. “I have to admit, the theatrics can be entertaining at times.” 

At least I didn’t end up with a concussion.

He fully expected needing to do something in order to get his backpack back, but the monster drops into onto the table, apparently already bored with it. The only problem is how far the bag fell, landing with a heavy thump. Thank goodness there wasn’t anything breakable inside, but that’s yet another thing to think about. Who knew having three giants living with him would be so exhausting aside from the part of them making him constantly fear for his life. 

Speaking of complicated, because he’s small enough to stand on the table means he can’t use it properly. Which means he’ll have to hunch over and balance a folder on his knee in order to get the worksheet done. It’s either that, or he asks David to see if there’s a way they can compromise. 

Before he can even think about actually asking, a stack of papers thick enough it could crush him are suddenly dropped onto the table, eliciting a scream as it causes the entire table to shake. 

“Move,” David commands as he nudges Fritz with a finger. “For such a miniscule thing, you certainly know how to constantly get in the way.” 

The teenager doesn’t argue as he quickly darts closer to the center of the table. Even though he hadn’t realized he had apparently been in the way. Or this was the first time he truly had been. All that matters is keeping the being who will be visiting him tonight as happy as possible so there’s no reason to cause extra suffering. “S-Sorry.” 

Fritz tries not to watch papers capable of causing much more than a simple paper cut. Walks away from the giant already focused on his own work before finally settling down himself. Can’t help but flinch at the sound of a pen being used to write sounding more like a torture device as it berates his ears. 

Somehow, this is what makes him feel the most out of place in his own home. His heart clenches when Vincent cooks because that’s something his mother should be doing. But seeing David use the table properly while he’s barely big enough to be a paperweight, it drives in the fact this isn’t his home anymore. And it never will be. Because he’s going to lose his soul, and then it won’t matter. 

I need to get my homework done.

Deep breaths. Take things one step at a time. This is his new normal now. 

Despite the amplified sounds of motions Fritz himself is doing after beginning to fill in answers to his math problems, he manages to mostly ignore it. Flinches whenever David growls or balls up a paper, terrified that will happen to him, he’s able to concentrate. Finish up math and move onto social- he'll save that one for later. But he’ll try to get through English. 

David suddenly stands up from his chair. Leaves the table without a word as Fritz yelps as he falls onto his side from the unexpected earthquake. 

A quick look at his phone barely holding on to its battery life leaves him blinking in disbelief about four hours have passed. The longest he’s ever done something without deciding to do something else instead. Good news, all of his homework’s finished and a few paragraphs of the essay due next week written. Bad news, his body is not happy, both from sitting in such a contorted position for so long and the fact he hasn’t eaten since lunch at 11 this morning. 

“Here.” 

Fritz jolts before staring at...a plate balanced on David’s finger. Too confused at the sight to take it. 

“I thought-t-” 

“I said warm meal,” David sighs. It’s the clear annoyance that has the teenager quickly grabbing the plate. “You’ll have to deal with cold left overs.” 

He recognizes the bacon and eggs from yesterday morning, the plate he left untouched after spotting it in the fridge this morning in favor of making his own hashbrowns and toast knowing there will be almost no other time when he’d get to cook. 

True to David’s word, both the plate and food are cold. And Fritz quickly begins eating even after noticing the lack of a fork. 

With work done and the howling from his stomach quieting down, Fritz finds himself looking at the documents David still has spread out. Staring at symbols he’s never seen before. Ones that start to move. 

“Don’t stare at them too long,” the monster snaps with a glance at the startled teenager. “These aren’t meant for mortal eyes.” 

“W-Would it forfeit the custody battle?” Fritz asks. Terrified he almost made even bigger enemies with those who already want him dead. 

David suddenly laughs. Dark and sinister. Aims a sneer down at the cowering figure, becoming more like a soulless monster rather than an annoyed business man. “Oh no. You’d simply lose your mind.” 

It can be said Vincent terrifies him the most. Out of all three, Fritz is most familiar with his sleep paralysis demon. Is well aware what the demon’s abilities are. And due to James making it blatantly clear he views Fritz as nothing more than an object that’s just out of reach instead of a person with thoughts and feelings, it earned the monster under the bed second place on the terror scale. 

David still terrifies him, but it’s not as drastic as the other two. While James may be clueless when it comes to certain things, the monster in the closet tends to come off as incompetent. A genuine threat, just incredibly likely to accidentally kill him before he chooses any of them. 

But now? One on one? It’s clear he completely misjudged David. 

“James might’ve been right,” the monster muses, watching Fritz tremble. “It seems like you don’t have any manners. Not when your eyes wonder where they shouldn’t be.” 

He didn’t see the hand reaching for him until fingers are pinching his chest and back. Fritz doesn’t even kick as he’s lifted up, only attempts to hug the finger as tightly as possible to ensure he doesn’t die when he’s inevitably let go. All but whimpers at the sight of pure black pupils staring at him with indifference. 

“I believe a lesson is in order. You clearly wanted to read my documents, so why don’t I just let you?” 

No, please, I’m sorry!

Fritz clenches his eyes shut tightly, refusing to open them as vertigo makes his stomach flip, knows he’s been lowered closer to the symbols. 

“Come now, Fritz. A bit disrespectful to not appreciate my kind gesture, don’t you think?” 

“I-I-I'm sorry!” the redhead pleads as he frantically shakes his head, the motion making him dizzy. “I’ll never-r do it again! Please! I'm s-sorry-!” 

Fritz screams as he’s let go, eyes opening to see the unimpressed look right before he slams onto a semi-hard surface. One that leaves him gasping for air after painfully knocking it out of him. Nothing’s broken, though, no internal organs ruptured. 

He feels the now familiar footsteps of a giant carrying him somewhere. Coughs in pain as he’s slid off what he finally realizes was a hand. 

“I suggest you get some rest,” David says. Makes Fritz flinch as a finger invades his space. Realizes it was to nudge open the door to his room. “You’re going to need it.” 

Fritz doesn’t wait for the monster to leave. He dives into his room, shakingly slams the door shut, and barely manages to make it to his bed before going limp. But despite how exhausted he is, his body can’t stop the trembles as he falls into a dreamless sleep.

[random-nimona-fan-stuff]

idk where this came from, but have some smut drabble.

tw: Todd, classism, nsfw, dick-measuring contest, invasion of privacy

It was pretty late by time Todd strolled into the Institute showers. Cadets weren’t technically allowed in the Knight’s Baths, but he was nearly a Knight himself and no one would dare turn away a Sureblade. He took a moment to pucker his lips at a mirror, admiring his physique, before setting down his bath tote. As he sorted through bottles and brushes, he realized he could hear water running.

Well of course Todd, he was in a bathroom, where there was water and stuff. He was so smart. Todd Rules! He peeked down the row of shower stalls. The privacy shield was only active on the last stall, obscuring from calf to crown. The Institute claimed it was to prevent sharing showers and other such activities among the cadets. He heard a splash and caught a glimpse of dark calves and pale soles.

He shrugged and was going to turn back to his stuff, but then he heard a muffled moan. Todd’s eyes shot open, his brain reaching for straws until something connected.

Was that – sex? Whoa!

Todd had never seen or heard sex before. Sure, he’d instigated plenty dick measuring contests in the student barracks – had some crazy results once people started taking their hormones as they got older too. He’d always made sure he was biggest and first until they finally saw GoldenGroin’s contribution to the cadet Hall of BDE Fame. Sure, he’d jacked off plenty, even in the showers, to deepfakes of Ballister. He’d seen videos on the internet, really, who hadn’t? But he hadn’t seen it, or heard it, in real life.

Todd’s mouth turned up in a nasty grin as he realized the only cadet who didn’t shower immediately after class let out was his favourite punching bag– Ballister. He knew the little shit was just avoiding his mandatory entry to the hazing dick measurement contest out of shame. And now he was jerking it in the shower, and Todd grinned with a half thought out idea to interrupt and finally see what little junk the peasant must be hiding between his legs.

“Hey Ballister! Finally washing off that street rat stink?” he called down the hall, strolling towards his victim. He hadn’t got the commoner to submit to the yearly dick measurement contest, even when his bro Goldenloin had finally joined in the juvenile games. There was a strangled noise in response.

“Make sure to get between those hairy cheeks too, you gross fcking peasant. Won’t matter anyway – you’re just wasting your time, stinking up the place. You know they’ll never knight you,” Todd taunted, reaching for the privacy shield.

Ballister’s plump, round asscheeks held his mortified gaze first. The peasant cadet knelt on the shower floor, his muscled arms tightly clutching the golden thighs wrapped around his head. Those tan legs over the street rat’s shoulders were connected to the hip bone, connected to the spine bone – connected to one Golden Boy pinned to the shower wall with his golden loins swallowed to the hilt in the commoner’s stretched mouth. Water splashed over them, Ambrosius’ wet blonde hair thrown back as he stuffed a fist in his mouth to keep quiet.

Todd dropped his eyes and they nearly popped out. Hanging flaccid between Ballister’s legs was a monster dong . Todd couldn’t stop staring at it, watching as a dribble of spunk dripped to the tiles from the swole head. He swore the massive brown cock was touching the floor as the peasant knelt between Ambrosius’ legs, deep-throating the most noble dick in the realm. Todd looked up again with his face on fire, and met Goldenloin’s furious glare. Caught. He was gonna die he was gonnadiegonnadie-

GET THE FCK OUT, LEAVE NOW! Goldenloin mouthed at him, lips twisted in a snarl. GET THE FCK OUT NOW OR I WILL FCKING CASTRATE KILL YOU WHEN I COME FOR YOU.

Todd stumbled backwards from the Golden Glare, and fled. Goldenloin would be coming for him for this one, and he wasn’t sure he was going to survive this time.