#once uni calms down a little a least :(

[hiccupbutpurple]

Jsjsjsjsjsj literally I love them and this is one of my fav scenes sksnsksnsodnsm yeysysysy

Also may or may not be writing a fic about Hiccup using his power over Dagur ;)

Also the second screenshot of Dagur,,,,hes so hot tbh, I mean he is all the time but like especially in that shot

dagur freaking sauntering up to hiccup like this

and EYEING HIM LIKE THIS

and then the little finger tap

the WAY HICCUP IS LOOKING AT HIM TOO

gods I love every interaction they have and the tension kills me

imagine the damage hiccup could do if he knew how much dagur wanted him

like they could be arguing before a fight's about start and hiccup could just go: man you wanna fuck me so bad it's embarassing

and dagur would turn bright red and be like: NO! I don't...YOU...you wanna fuck--SHUT UP! NEVERMIND!!!

[zosin-ya]

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 2 - ɪᴄᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋᴇʀ

Summary: In the middle of exams and a diet of instant noodles, you decide to order some take out. What you did not expect was your delivery person to be a hot guy on a motorcycle, who, as fate would have it, happens to be a fellow student at your university.

tags.: One Piece, Trafalgar Law, Law x Reader, NSFW, slow burn romance (?), Modern AU, law has a motorcycle cuz its hot

a.n.: some promised interaction with reader and Law ;) getting closer to the study date

[ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ɪɴᴅᴇx]

Weeks had passed in a blur of textbooks, late-night cramming, and a steady stream of food deliveries. Cooking felt like an impossible luxury, something you promised yourself would happen after the exams. For now, the easiest solution was ordering in, and you had gotten used to it. Still, a small thrill sparked each time the doorbell rang, hoping it would be him—the delivery guy who had become an unexpected highlight in your routine. Most of the time, it was someone else, but occasionally, luck favored you. You’d exchange small talk as you fumbled for his tip, though he rarely engaged much beyond short responses. Even so, he never seemed bothered by your attempts at conversation.

Today, something was different. When you opened the door, the usual spark in his grey eyes was dimmed, his features drawn tight with exhaustion. Dark circles clung to his eyes, and his breath came fast, as if he’d sprinted the whole way. You handed him the money, but before he could turn to leave, you found yourself blurting out, “Do you want some water?”

He paused, surprise flickering across his face before he nodded gratefully. “Uh, yeah, that’d be great...” he said, voice rough around the edges, as a gloved hand stroke through his messy hair, which seemed more chaotic than usual.

You rushed to grab a glass, heart pounding for reasons you didn’t quite understand. Probably because you somehow feared that you could mess up the simply task of bringing him something to drink. The crush you developed was very obvious to you, even though you wished you stayed oblivious for the sake of your sanity. When you returned and offered him the water, he downed it quickly, standing awkwardly by the door.

You didn't want this to be another two minute small talk session before he walked off like the other times. Somehow you had to break the ice, or at least try it. Gathering some courage, you wanted to use this rare opportunity to try to get him to talk to you more. However, your creativity in finding a good starter failed you, so you simply asked, “…stressful night?” With a somewhat shy smile.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and gave a low, noncommittal hum, but then—surprisingly—he spoke, engaging in your attempt of a conversation. “Uni… plus this job, it’s just a lot. Exams are around the corner.” His voice carried a weariness you hadn’t noticed before, however it was very clear when he reminded himself that he still had to study after his shift. Just the thought of it made him want to throw up and jump off a bridge. As much as he liked his degree, it was taking a toll on him.

Your eyes widened a bit. This was the first real conversation you’d had with him, and for once, he wasn’t in a rush to leave. He actually replied like a normal person would, not someone just delivering your food. “What do you study?” you asked, gripping the empty glass a little too tightly, hoping you wouldn't break the flow of the chit chat.

“Meds.” He said nonchalant, while not really liking to mention it. Luckily you didn't notice his dislike about this topic. People usually didn’t expect a person looking like him, all inked and pierced, to be in that degree. specially with the word "Death" tattoed boldly across his knuckles.

Your calm response - a simple nod and soft hum - eased the tension in his shoulders however. It was unfamiliar to him, but oddly comforting. You didn’t seem to judge him for his appearance and choice in degree, which certainly left an impression on him.

“How about you?”

Your heart skipped a bit. Oh, he was asking about you! It felt more personal than your usual chitchat about the weather, and you couldn’t help but wonder in your delusional mind, if this meant that he was interested in you too (completely ignoring that it might simply be an act of politeness). You gave him a somewhat shy smile and rubbed the back of your neck:”Meds.”

His lips quirked into the faintest smirk, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. Probably the first different expression you had seen on his face, other than his typical uninterested gaze. Seeing that barley visible smirk did something to you. “Biochem next week?”

He wondered if he’d ever seen you around campus and just didn't notice. Med school was always swarming with students, and he never bothered to keep track of unfamiliar faces—his interest had long since faded. He already had his own group of friends and saw little reason to form new connections within the university crowd, especially when the typical med student stereotype rubbed him the wrong way—arrogant, bourgeois, driven by prestige and recognition.

“Don’t remind me, Topic 8 is making me go mad.” you chuckled lightly, suddenly feeling like you were bonding over this shared misery of the upcoming exam.

“Topic 8 huh?”, he smirked lightly yet again and cocked an eyebrow, reminding himself what material it included. Brutal indeed.

“Heh, yea…are you seriously juggling studying and deliveries?”

He gave another quiet hum, brushing his hair back again, but you could see the strain behind it. The way his shoulders slumped ever so slightly made you realize just how much pressure he was carrying. While you spent days holed up in your apartment, he was out in the world, balancing coursework with grueling shifts. The thought stirred something in you - sympathy, admiration, maybe a little more.

“H-Hey… uh, if you ever need a study buddy, let me know yea?” The words tumbled out before you could fully think them through, your voice betraying the nerves you were trying so hard to hide. You forced a smile, praying it didn’t come off as awkward as it felt. Confidence - that’s what you were aiming for, but instead, your pulse was racing, and your words wavered in the air between you.

Was that supposed to sound like a date? A study date? Heat crept up your neck as the thought hit you. You barely knew this guy, yet somehow, he’d gotten under your skin. The way he carried himself, the quiet strength in his eyes, even the unkempt hair that made him look effortlessly cool—it was all too much. You wanted to know more, and you felt like this might be an ice breaker, considering he was literally a block of ice.

The delivery guy - whose name you still didn’t know - blinked, caught off guard for a split second. His eyes, still tired but sharp, met yours with an unreadable expression. He was weighing his options. If he was being honest, he found you... surprisingly bearable. He wasn’t oblivious to the fact that you had a thing for him - the way you always seemed nervous when he showed up at your door made that clear. He expected you to flirt with him, tip him more or dress differently to somehow impress him. Yet you didn’t, every time he came by to deliver your order, you gave him the same amount of tip, looked messy as usual (probably because of the exam coming up) and greeting him with the same polite manner.

Thinking about it, he began to wonder whether you genuinely had a thing for him or if you were simply a naturally anxious person.

He had to admit he like that, it was refreshing to be treated like a normal person. Slowly, a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, barely noticeable but enough to make your heart skip a beat. It’s probably the first time you saw him smile, other than the little smirk from before.

“Sure...this was my last order, actually,” he said casually. He didn’t add anything more, letting the words hang between you.

Your mind went blank. What were you supposed to say?

“Good for you”?

“Congrats”?

The silence that followed felt suffocating, each second stretching painfully. Was he waiting for you to say something? Or worse - was he expecting you to do something? Invite him in, maybe? Your heart hammered in your chest, and your thoughts swirled in a confused mess.

You stole a glance at his face, searching for any clue to what he might be thinking, but his expression remained unreadable, guarded as always. That made it even harder to tell. Did he want something? Did he want anything at all?

You wanted nothing more than to invite him inside, to fling the door open and pull his handsome face into your apartment. But you hesitated. As tempting as it was, you reminded yourself that you barely knew this guy. Sure, the attraction was undeniable, but there was more to figure out first. You wanted to get to know him, not just jump into something impulsive. Well, at least that’s what the more rational part of your brain kept insisting. Stranger danger, you reminded yourself.

But a nagging doubt crept in. Was he being genuine? You remembered how he had picked up your University ID weeks ago, knew you were in med school. Could he have mentioned his studies just to get on your good side and make things easier for a quick fling?

The silence between you stretched, becoming thick and uncomfortable as your thoughts spiraled. Realizing that you hadn’t said anything for what felt like too long, you cleared your throat awkwardly and rubbed the back of your neck, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. Stay calm. Don’t overthink it.

“I’d prefer if we met somewhere else to study. It’s getting late anyway,” you said, trying to sound casual.

To your surprise, he didn’t seem disappointed or frustrated. In fact, he looked... content? You had expected some resistance, maybe irritation that you hadn’t invited him in, but none of that showed on his face.

He nodded and, without a word, began removing his motorcycle gloves, then pulled out his phone from the back pocket of his jeans. You watched him closely, instinctively holding the empty glass in your hands tighter against your chest. “Mind if I get your number?”

You quickly exchanged numbers, the whole interaction feeling slightly surreal. He gave his phone one last glance, reading your name on the display, before putting it back into his pocket and turning to leave. He gave you one last faint smile,"see ya around, Y/N." and walked off.

Once he was gone and you had closed the door behind you, you checked your phone. The name now saved in your contacts: Trafalgar Law. The name didn’t ring any bells, but you knew you’d be spending a good chunk of your night doing some online stalking to make sure he was who he said he was.

As you settled in for your late-night stalking session with your food, Law headed back to his bike. A small smile played at the corners of his lips. He wasn’t new to one-night stands, and when he’d mentioned his shift was over, it was partly to test the waters—to see what you really wanted. He wouldn’t have refused if you’d invited him in, but he wouldn’t have pursued things beyond that either.

Your offer to study together felt... honest. It left room for something more, for getting to know each other. And for now, that was enough for him.

[studentbyday]

how to survive a full course load in uni as a highly-sensitive person

wanted to try this kind of "advice" post / letter to past me as a premed student who also happens to be an HSP that sometimes struggles to regulate her emotions and is frequently overwhelmed by little things... this is a combo of things i'm glad i did in uni and what hindsight tells me i should've done... i hope that if any of this sounds relevant to you, whether you feel like you're an HSP or not, that you're able to take something useful away from it. and please feel free to reblog with your own tips/advice if you feel i missed something here! i'm just a sample size of 1.

part 1:

If you felt overwhelmed by your course load in high school, for the love of God, don't take the maximum (or “recommended”, which is the maximum at my uni) course load in your first year just to “graduate on time.” Take enough courses each semester that you feel the tingles of a challenge, but don't go overboard. You must feel the “tingles” so that you will be forced to find ways to adapt (i, at least, find it very diffcult to make myself get out of my comfort zone unless given no other option), but don't go to the extreme of taking on too much that you're silent screaming in panic more than you're getting things done. If you're not sure how many courses to enroll in, enroll in as many as you want, and if you find it too much, you can drop as many as you need to by the appropriate deadlines. Also, you may feel resistance to “lowering your standards” as you switch up your study methods to account for the much greater amount of material you need to cover, especially if you're an HSP who struggles with perfectionism, but just stick with it for a little while. You're so much more than a number or letter or percentage mark on an assignment or test, and you may find you're still able to consistently achieve all that you had wanted to in the academic realm. Perhaps you'll even find you're able to complete your work with greater calm and ease if you stick with it long enough. i say this as an hsp who still gets stressed by school but now has enough confidence to more easily calm myself down because i know i can still make it with imperfect study methods and because of that, i can do things with greater ease and apparently get on the dean's list not once but freakin’ twice during my degree?!?!?! i just got the email this week! and whaaaaaaa

If you followed tip #1, try slowly increasing the number of courses you take per semester. You're capable of more than you think. Life will throw you so many more curveballs and responsibilities as you get on, and the overwhelm may be demoralizing but you were meant to live. So, the earlier you train yourself to stop freaking out about each addition to your plate*, the easier it will be and the more confident in yourself you'll feel. In first year, I was overwhelmed with 3 courses per semester, and so in second year, I dropped to 2 and found it to be too little. In third year, I did 3 per semester and found it to be just right. Now, I'm doing 4 per semester and it's like first year all over again except I'm handling a fuller plate. And experimenting with taking 4 courses per semester and finding it's not the death sentence I thought it would be is giving me the confidence I need to take 5 courses per semester next year, my final year. ☺️ Ideally, I would've stuck with 3 in my second year and started on 4 in my third year, so I could even graduate sooner, but still, that's growth right there! And if some rando on the internet can do it, you can too! (* okay, you might not stop freaking out but you will be able to calm yourself down faster the more you practice, which is such a big ace for anyone, hsp or not!)

Please don't feel pressured to do all the social things immediately like joining all the clubs and societies and and high-energy social gatherings/parties. Please also don't feel guilty or blame yourself for not engaging in any or all of these, especially if you feel like you aren't living the “uni life” you want. You'll be here for what, 2, 3, or more years? That's a ton of time! Gradually add the extracurriculars as you feel ready (as in your academic life doesn't feel like a game of hot potato) and only as you feel so called to it that you're sure you're gonna regret it someday if you don't take the chance.

On a related note, don't feel like you have to do everything all at once. Some people take the maximum course load and somehow excel in a bunch of extracurricular activities at the same time while functioning on 5-7 hours of sleep. If that's not you, don't sweat it. Maybe you can adjust your schedule so that in one semester you focus more on academics and in the next, you focus more on the extracurriculars you need to feed your soul and boost your resumé.

SELF-CARE IS SO MUCH MORE IMPORTANT THAN (some) PEOPLE GIVE IT CREDIT FOR — DON'T YOU DARE DROP SELF-CARE IN FAVOR OF “PRODUCTIVITY.” (tbh i still struggle with this, BUT!) Ignore all the people who brag about how little sleep they got the night before the exam. Ignore all the people who brag about not having time to take care of their health in favor of completing another assignment or participating in some coveted extracurricular. Make an exercise plan for the kind of workout that rejuvenates you and follow through on it (except when too ill and tired...you'll know when you need to take a rest day, so listen to your body), whether it's yoga, dance, HIIT, slow pilates, weights, or whatever! And sleep a tonnnn. Sleep earlier than you feel you "should" (given that uni students seem to love to keep odd hours...and that habit may rub off on you as it did on me). Give yourself at least an hour to wind down from all the stimulants of the day (tbh sometimes i need 2 or more hours to finally feel relaxed enough after a long day)... don't subject yourself to the stimulant of your phone (if you happen to see this during your wind-down time, take this as your signal to GET THE FRICK OFF THE PHONE 😂). Take naps or just lie down and relax in bed as needed, especially if you feel you're fighting the flu or covid or whatnot. Take the time to have a nice, hot (or cold, depending on your personal preference 😅) shower or a simple, relaxing bath. Meditate when you need some quiet time, maybe try it in the dark if you feel you just really need to soothe your senses. Journal. Every. Day. At least for me, even if I feel my thoughts are mundane, somehow it helps keep me sane, especially when I have no one to talk to because everyone else around me is busy... (If even for one week I neglect basic self-care, I feel physically terrible which makes me feel mentally terrible and then I'm of no use to myself or anyone else! It isn't selfish or narcissistic and it definitely doesn't have to be expensive. Self-care really works wonders for stress levels and sustainable functioning, sometimes in really subtle ways.)

part 2: (did not know about tumblr's character limit for a single block. that's the only reason this second part exists otherwise it would all be in the same list lol)

When on the verge of panic-crying in defeat but you still need to push through or miss important deadlines, try studying to calming music/ambiences that are still stimulating enough to occupy the frazzled part of your brain that keeps you from functioning 😅 I suppose it's like a lullaby except for studying... 😅 One that worked for me last night was this one and a favorite since my high school days was this one. (What Elaine Aron said about water being really calming seems to be true for some reason and I have no idea why it works so well but it does so I'm rollin’ with it.)

Find small, low-effort creative outlets to release the restless energy that comes from creative needs neglected. Especially useful if you feel stuck in “left-brain” activities for most of the day and don't have much energy for your preferred creative outlets that ask more of you (also yes ik the whole left brain/right brain thing is a myth but idk how to concisely describe the bodily feeling bc it does feels like different parts of my brain are used for logical vs creative activities lol). I like to make wallpapers on Canva using the too many pics I download from the internet (istg I've probably changed my wallpaper at least once for every week since the start of term lol) and I guess I also make ugly comics when the mood strikes 😂

Take frequent, extended breaks from social media. This probably doesn't apply to only HSPs but I find that on the days I scroll a lot, create content for, or consume a lot of social media content in addition to all the things that go on in my real world, I get extra frazzled and tired. I think because of the depth of processing that comes with being HSP, we need to be extra mindful of where we put our energy and attention. Some of the mental health benefits I wasn't sure were true for me before I did a social media detox: at least for me, the peace and clarity of mind I get from it is unmatched! Imagine a world with less FOMO/toxic comparison, less guilt resulting from that, less of feeling like you're just very unaesthetic and dull irl, less guilt resulting from that, less time wasted, less guilt resulting from that. Less extraneous emotional clouding -> better judgment. Such a weight off just by hitting “sign out.”

Clean your workspace either before you study or after you study to have a clear mind. (Yeah, that's another a cliché but we HSPs tend to be more affected by our physical environments and we just gotta accept that and so keeping clean and, for me at least, minimalist, does wonders for my peace of mind 😊)

Don't be afraid to ask for help. You might feel like since you're a legal adult, you should be able to do everything by yourself all the time and not have to bother anyone. But the wise who have been legal adults for ages know that they can't do it all alone. So: do you need an extension on an assignment? Do you need help balancing your chores and schoolwork? Ask for help when you need it! It is not a sign of failure.

If you can, it might help to find yourself an inanimate study buddy 🧸 if you feel you need extra cozy/calming chemicals in your brain while you study 😅

Last but not least, if you have trouble regulating your emotions and fall into the pessimistic trap like I do sometimes, this may help:

If you would like a wallpaper version, here are two for different phone sizes lol:

[rigormortissettingin]

how to get perfect grades from a short attention span girlie that nobody asked for

when you get home from school, rewrite all your notes from all the important classes that day (if you’re a british slag like me then just do all your gcse subjects)

learn how to do deep work: work for a really long period of time with barely any breaks where you don’t get distracted and get shit done — having noice cancelling headphones whilst listening to white noise etc works best for me

don’t let anything distract you, put your phone away in another room, etc

if you can’t concentrate, before your revision sesh, stare at a still object for 1 min to help with your focus

have a schedule/a weekly routine!!! i know you’re lazy and have been avoiding making one so here’s my routine: on school days I rewrite all my notes from the classes (that you care about) that day and do some homework then leave the rest for the weekends

mindset is EVERYTHING. be positive about everything in your life and stop being a pessimistic bitch. everything will be okay. jeez.

for music, find a few white noise/focus music playlists and listen to them with noise cancelling headphones for most intense focus (linking my fav spotify playlists below)

write everything out by hand. don’t be lazy you dumb fucker and type everything up on quizlet. quizlet is bullshit and you know it. it’s been scientifically proven that writing things out help you remember them better

go over things early in the morning and late at night (quickly proven to stick in your brain more)

find what works best for you. find your perfect environment, music, time of day to revise, method etc. i work best in my room after 4 pm by using flash cards I have written out by hand

don’t let food distract you!!! if you have snacks nearby but you’re eating them instead of working then put them away

have an app for revision. study bunny if my favourite one it’s so cute but it doesn’t distract me

holidays are a blessing. dedicate some time every day in the holidays for revision, even if it’s not a lot

have a good balance between school and other hobbies. i would say have a good social life but i honestly don’t think having one is that important. or at least it’s not important to me, but if you want a good social life then go for it

have goals for the future, like if you want to go to uni and where you want to go if you do, what field you want to specialise in, etc and work towards them

if you want to exceed in school then you have to make revision and academic excellence your coping mechanism or a safe haven to calm you down

reading books, especially literature helps so much with everything. not just your vocabulary but it also helps your understanding of the world and helps you see everything in a different light. and don’t give me that “but i do read” bullshit because tiktok smut twisted love twisted hate icebreaker all that crap that you’re not even old enough to read don’t count. my fav books if you need any recs: the virgin suicides (not literature, just well-written), the secret history (not literature, just well-written), girl, interrupted (again, well written but not literature), crime and punishment, carmilla, dracula, alice in wonderland, emma, pride and prejudice, sense and sensibility, much ado about nothing, a midsummer nights dream, rebecca, the outsiders, little, women and loads more

delete social media if it worsens your mental health or your grades. deleting tiktok has been the best decision of my entire life, i was so unhappy for so long because endlessly scrolling was a coping mechanism but now im actually happy for once in my life and my grades are quite good

pray like you didn’t revise and revise like you didn’t pray

i have to have a number 20 because odd numbers besides 13 and 7 annoy me

thank you

[kurogxrix]

ATWOW characters in Highschool + music taste HEADCANONS

(neteyam, ao’nung, tsireya, lo’ak, kiri, tuk, rotxo)

[ Modern!au, Tuk is still in elementary school lmao ]

Neteyam

Mr.popular guy at school.

Goes to bother Kiri and embarrass her in front of her friend-group everytime at lunch.

Does after school activities nearly every single day.

My boy is so academically smart.

He doesn’t need tuition, tuition needs him.

Ao’nung defo copies on his homework everyday before class.

He’s the typa guy that prioritizes school before hoes so Neytiri is so shocked (and happy) when he finally brings a girl back home.

All of the teachers love him because he can calm the class down easily.

Not in an annoying teacher’s pet way, in a way that he’s literally homies with everyone so they stfu when he tells them to atp.

He definitely listens to afrobeats you can’t tell me otherwise.

He lives for and PRAISES rema.

His favorite songs are Woman by rema, Last Last by burna boy and No Sleeping by 1da Banton.

He also often listens to old school rap like MF DOOM.

Ao’nung

He’s a player fosho.

Like not the typa player to cheat on his partner but the single typa mf that fucks with many people at a time😭.

He’s definitely into sports like basketball. I think we can all agree w that.

Typa guy to wear a basket ball uni with gold plated chains.

He teases the ‘nerds’ in every single class that he has.

Is a menace like usual.

He smells so strongly of cologne.

Typa guy that would walk around with his varsity jacket if not for him being in his basketball outfit everytime.

Type of guy that has a ‘top 3 most attractive teachers’ list w his friends.

Ao’nung listens to rap theres no other.

Not like playboi carti kinda rap no, bro listens to Lil mosey, YNW melly, blueface and dababy (unironically)

Tsireya

She has GROUPS of girls talking behind her back.

They’re all jealous cuz our girl’s perfect fr.

Has one real friend group and sticks with them.

Nobody has the heart to tell her that girls shit talks her while she’s so nice to them.

Has a stash of pads in her locker incase anyone asks for them cuz she’s a real one‼️🤞🏽.

Walks back home with Lo’ak every single day.

She smells like plumeria 24/7.

She defo listens to pop like pinkpantheress and olivia rodrigo. SZA and doja cat girly.

Lo’ak

He throws wet toilet paper balls at the bathroom walls.

Gets called weekly at the principal’s office and wonders why.

Jake and Neytiri are fed UP.

Walks around with a pair of headphones in the morning because ain’t nobody talking to him while he’s half asleep.

One of his ex friends tried doing that and they ended up w a sore cheek fr. keyword: Ex friend.

Does his homework during lunch and always gets caught by his teachers.

He gives gym rat energy but not the annoying ones (are there even those?)

He’s some teacher’s favorite just like his brother, just cuz he’s the class clown.

Bet y’all the english teacher always laughs a little too suspiciously at his dumb jokes.

As the troublemaker kid, outcast and DEFINITELY his father’s least favorite, it only makes sense that he listens to rock.

Like heavy metal and NU metal.

His favorite band is Aerosmith I can see it.

And his favorite songs are walk this way by Aerosmith and born to raise hell by motörhead (ironic enough).

Defo listens to domination by pantera

He listens to Kendrick lamar and The Weeknd at times too.

Kiri

She’s a vanilla girly.

Like vanilla ice cream, vanilla deodorant, vanilla perfume, vanilla EVERYTHING.

She defo has crystals that she brings with her everywhere she goes.

Once she beat up Lo’ak for touching her crystals but my man was just trina manifest good grades fr.

She never finishes her lunch and Neytiri considers even still giving her food atp.

Cannot live without music.

Her earphones are always dangling out of her pocket because she’s always removing and putting them back in there.

No denying that she listens to Taylor swift.

Girl is a swiftie for LIFE. Other than that she defo listens to those indie bands like surf curse and TV girl.

Her favorite songs are disco by surf curse and Lavender haze by taylor swift.

Tuk

She has the newest generation iPad because papa jake’s income is paying good.

Well she isn’t allowed to bring it to school but she doesn’t anyways.

One day she got caught cuz she was playing some barbie makeover game in class.

Flexes her new glittery bag because she can.

She shares her food with her friends that have none because Neytiri taught her good.

She’s defo the typa kid that goes to school with freshly braided hair and comes back with them baby hairs sticking out and somehow one braid just completely undone.

She doesn’t get bullied or anything she just can’t stay in place at all.

she listens to those cringe TikTok songs i’m so sorry.

She’s still in that era 💔

Rotxo

I just know he’s on the verge of crying every morning trying to do his hair.

He’s so cute like wtf.

He struggles to get a girlfriend lmao so he’s always third wheeling everything.

He’s adorable though like, how???

No cuz like this mf STILL does those weird troom troom food hacks TO THIS DAY.

Like the thing where you put fondant in an empty glue stick roll just because.

Let his inner child have fun ok.

He’s a mixed music taste listener.But he mostly listens to rap.

Got influenced by Ao’nung.

-

I got way too lazy to finish or correct this.

[giamee]

𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐒!

ཐི♡ཋྀ featuring -> dan heng

ཐི♡ཋྀ contains -> hurt and comfort, non-specific mentions of nightmares

ཐི♡ཋྀ gia's notes -> HI EVERYONE I AM BACK sorry abt the mini hiatus i got ill for a week then life stuff happened... and i'm going to uni in 2 weeks!!! so yeah it's been a little hectic recently lmao

ཐི♡ཋྀ request -> @shibarinu0000 hi! i love your writing sm, keep up the good work :) could i request dan heng x reader that has nightmares frequently?

-ok so we all know that dan heng suffers from nightmares too

-so he probably has some experience on how to deal with them

-or at least how they feel

-and while you may have told each other about your experiences with nightmares individually, the two of you have never really been in a position where you’ve been there for each other during them

-in the earlier stages of your relationship, after either you or dan heng wakes up from a nightmare, it’s not unheard of to text or maybe call each other to talk about it

-you know that dan heng stays up pretty late, and he was always up to listen to you talk about the disturbing images your subconscious had conjured up mere minutes after it happens

-and he’s always been so sweet and supportive, helping you to quickly overcome the fear and nausea that had roused you from your slumber

-of course, you did the same for him whenever he suffered from his own nightmares

-being each other’s support systems :)

-so yeah

-this is the first time that the two of you spend the night together in person

-and it was a very peaceful affair

-with a bit of trial and error, you and dan heng managed to find a position to sleep in that was comfortable enough for the both of you

-you found yourself drifting off to sleep a lot quicker than usual, the addition of dan heng’s steady breaths acting as some sort of lullaby

-however, the peace of your sleep was disrupted as you begin to have another nightmare

-your unconscious mumbling is what roused dan heng, and as the nightmare progressed, so did your discomfort

-it was visible in the way your eyebrows were furrowed, alongside the panicked tone in your voice as you continued to speak

-dan heng was quick to realise what was going on, hesitating as to whether he should wake you or not

-but another particularly pained cry from you had him springing into action, shaking you gently until your eyes sprung open, panic making your vision cloudy

-it takes you a few seconds to realise where you were, the sensation of dan heng stroking your hair back away from your clammy forehead helping to ground you

-you can’t help but cling to him as the aftereffects of your nightmare wash over, and dan heng lets you bury your face into his shirt, his arms encircling you, cooing gently and whispering words of encouragement as you began to calm down

-once you were feeling better, dan heng would ask if you wanted to talk about your nightmare or just go back to sleep again

-just listens to what you want in the moment

-he’s more than happy to listen or just hold you or even run and get you something to eat or drink

-whatever you need

-because he knows how it feels and doesn’t want you to go through it alone <3

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 IF YOU LIKED THIS, TRY: fade into you!

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how are you true / kth

word count: 4,062

genre: silliness (fluff), angst, college au, “enemies” (friends) to lovers

warnings: breakdowns, homesickness, mc is shorter than tae (minor detail but just a heads up), loneliness, ur prof is so mean

synopsis: you’re homesick while at uni and instead of making friends, you have beef with this guy in your class, but it can’t be all that bad, can it?

soundtrack: hug by seventeen

when you started your first year of school, moving thousands of kilometers away from home, it proved to be the scariest thing you’d done, but not once did you ever try to make it known.

for your sake as an always independent, calm, non-emotional person that you’d been dubbed as by your family, for your said family, and overall the new community of students like you.

from not sharing your bedroom to suddenly having a roommate, at least she was kind, but she was never home, so it’s like she wasn’t even there. (it made ample opportunity to release your emotions when you couldn’t hold them in anymore.) from waking up to the singing of your mom or your siblings and smell of delicious food to waking up every hour in cold sweats, constantly looking around for some recognizable feature that told you where you were just to sit there in a weird sort of grief that you weren’t home.

it was hard. you tried to make friends in each of your classes, even trying to join clubs or societies in hopes of boosting credits for your future resume, and it worked to some point, but at the end of the day, you always felt so lonely.

the first few months are the worst, but you keep paddling through with your head held high.

when you meet taehyun, things start off rocky and you struggle to float. all this is because right away, he doesn’t like you. you’re kicked out of your group for the class you share together, and instead of forcing you to stay, your professor drops you in another with taehyun.

you had met the first time on a particularly chilly morning, you both showed up for your first class to see that class was cancelled and you both were at a loss for words, seemingly as the only two people who hadn’t gotten the memo. funnily enough, taehyun didn’t say a word, just scratching his head and rubbing the back of his neck, sighing at most. you were the one who opens up their mouth to ramble about how dumb you feel. his nose and ears were still red. you never quite noticed him before despite sharing the class for a month or two now. you weren’t aware of his name at the time either. one of his hands moves down to grip at the book bag strap on his shoulder. you blinked at him, too, falling into silence.

it was there that you got to see firsthand how he possibly had the largest pupils ever. big brown eyes that hypnotized you a little more than they should have.

it was a wordless conversation you didn’t realize you stepped in, seeing as his eyebrow arches and he scoffed. easily, your expression flipped in offense.

“i’m going home.” “what’s your name?”

both sentences were spoken at the same time. instead of answering like a normal person, taehyun simply walked past you, jaunting like if he doesn’t haul ass, he’d die.

“hello?!” you shouted out, watching his back and him disappearing around a corner. that had been the first encounter. so, you rolled your eyes and just walked away, back to your dorm.

that became the first of many times: many instances in which taehyun really didn’t want to be there with you, but seeing as you had no other way out, you tried to make the most of it. he liked fighting it. after refusing to even speak to you for the first few weeks, it quickly turned into constant bickering. you needed the document for the group project? sorry, he can’t share it with you. he wanted to present the simplest part of the presentation? whoops, you already claimed it. your group mates sucked, so it was always you two meeting outside of class to work on it. you gave each other a hard time, on purpose definitely.

it certainly hadn’t helped that you befriended his own best friends, who forced the proximity even more. you didn’t even get the hype of how they, the sweetest beings, could be friends with him — until one day, you stayed too late at the library and as you were leaving, you caught him walking a very important looking gentleman out the door. taehyun listened carefully to every word the man spoke, every word revolving around theories and fissions, scientific properties you hadn’t a clue about.

taehyun conversed with him like it was nothing. easy words that sounded to you like physicist or engineering jargon, but to him, he did it all with an intrigued smile. a smile. he looked so charming. those big pupils were so captivated. you found him so enchanting.

the man had simply said that they’ll see each other soon and he walked out of your grand library lobby. all while you remained standing behind him. he was quite passionate, a side you didn’t know he’d possessed. his tone soothed you and his eyes lit up.

after that, you quietly started crushing on him. blushing while having to talk to him, though it wasn’t a chore for you. you had to fight tooth and nail to not show the invisible excitement at seeing him. except that you avoided him and avoided the normal arguing. playful arguing that made you both seem childish. it became civil suddenly.

taehyun caught onto it pretty fast, but not the crush part. he only suspected that you were hiding something. the core to every argument had been that you thought he was stuck up and he thought you were annoying. you’d reverted back to where you started.

yeonjun, his roommate, would point out that you both seemed like an old couple who squabbled all the time. taehyun never said anything but simply rolled his eyes. the only time he ever took action was when someone would say that you two fought like siblings.

who knew why that above all seemed to get to him?

taehyun was cold, irritable, always in a rush, wanting everything to be perfect, but he never did anything to hurt you, if anything sometimes he’d go out of his way to make sure you weren’t hurt, despite all his claims that you annoyed the life out of him. that certainly didn’t seem to help your feelings for him that were building and boy, were they building fast. you assumed they were nothing more than attraction to his appearance, his hidden passion, his quick wit, his understanding of boundaries even in this weird frenemies thing you both had going on, and the fact that you were spending more and more time together. practically every night, you came home seething with a very late comeback to what he said, already ready to go to sleep, no time to even realize how homesick you are.

taehyun getting forced to sit next to you and to eat next to you and to hand you everything, by the guys, slowly became something you liked. even if you felt a little guilty and selfish that you enjoyed it despite taehyun not liking it. it was like pulling the hand of fate into your favor.

one night, after taehyun had reminded you to get home safely, with a begrudging attitude, yeonjun pulled you aside to tell you that your little crush on him was pretty obvious and that you needed to do something.

the news of this being obvious hit you like a truck. and the truck turned into a train once you looked over yeonjun’s shoulder to see taehyun’s back, walking away and disappearing over the corner of the living room. he’d heard you most likely.

you didn’t tell yeonjun about this, trying to convince yourself he hadn’t heard a thing. no need to make a big deal out of nothing!

there was no room for this when the next day, taehyun tried to avoid you, just like how you started. when you finally got his attention and forced him to talk to you, after your shared class, he sighed deeply and looked you in the eyes, telling you something that made you shut up instantly.

he had a tight grip on his book bag strap, eyelids lax, but tense in his jaw and brow.

“look, y/n, you need to stop trying so hard. i don’t know how, or even why, you haven’t gotten the memo yet, but this little crush you have on me… you shouldn’t bother. maybe you liked me before we started working together or whatever. you’re so stubborn and insistent, and it’s not going to get you anywhere. i hate to break it to you, but you ought to stop trying with me. just get your nose out of me and my business, alright?”

your eye had twitched, lips had parted, and you wanted to unleash buckets of anger, all that you could do was let out a little, quiet yelp. he blinked at that before walking past you. a part of you felt like he left something out of his little monologue at you, and on purpose. his tone had seemed more of a warning and almost like he was trying to be nice, but like every time he tried talking to you, it always came off wrong.

you didn’t let him off the hook this time though, running after him and blocking his way, almost tripping but letting him catch you.

“what?” taehyun asks a little belligerent and impatient. those big eyes and focused expression could make you swoon. but, you don’t. what you do is put your palm in his face, laughing softly, with “look, buddy. if you’re uncomfortable about me thinking you’re cute, just say that. you don’t have to preach to me about whatever the hell you were saying earlier.”

you miss the way his eyes enlarge, pupils dilate, adam’s apple bobs, and ears tinge like a cherry.

“did you not listen to me? i’m saying — ”

“no, i heard you the first time, kang. no need to mansplain at me,” that makes him laugh in amusement. it’d be a lie to say that you didn’t find that attractive. “what i’m saying is that all i think is that i think you’re cute. not like i like you like that. so don’t get so cocky. besides, we’re working on a semester project, not our vows. so, let’s just continue our work so we can finish strong and not see each other after this, alright?” you’re spouting lies and phrases fused from denial, feeling your stomach twist, still so unaware of how loud taehyun’s heart is pounding in his ears.

“that’s not what yeonjun hyung said last night,” he tries to fire back, but you brush him off, stepping back ready to run off.

“i don’t want to hear it. i’m not arguing with a man with big brown eyes like you. so, i disagree or you’re wrong, or whatever you say, gorgeous, but i think we’re done. i’ll see you next class or at your dorm if the guys invite me back.”

you do your best to saunter off with your chin up high, turning the corner to fall apart, while taehyun is still reeling from what you said. it’s one thing for someone to be so sure of themselves and call him cute, but it’s another for you, who’s borderline never sure, to say that about him to his very face.

after that, taehyun stops showing up to class and you stop getting texts from the guys to come over. it was a jumble of your worst nightmare.

you do try to message, disguising your fear as curiosity, and soobin replies, telling you that you all can’t hang out at the dorm because it’s too messy but can hang out outside. the excuse felt a little off, so you don’t bother. you don’t even have taehyun’s phone number.

why should you hang out with them when they’re his friends? why should you do whatever you want and be fake when you’re just lonely and are trying to distract yourself from everything?

things go static after that.

you regret trying anything at all in the first place.

fall break comes around, the week before finals prep then actual finals. you had purchased a round trip ticket to fly back home to be back with your family, since you couldn’t find inexpensive flight tickets for the holidays. this would be your only chance to see your family until spring break, or summer break at the latest.

of course, right when you’re ready to go, your professor emails you to tell you that none of your group mates posted the work that was due right before break. it was up to them to have done it. this is the same group you and taehyun shared, so the fact that no one did anything killed you. if nothing was turned in by tomorrow night, you would be dropped with a fail as your grade. your flight left tomorrow morning but with layovers, you’d be on a second flight at the scheduled time. you hadn’t even packed and it took hours to get to the airport. not to mention it was four weeks worth of work.

it wasn’t even the final, but it still was a quarter of your entire grade. you always showed up and did every assignment, but you had failed a few tests. you were alone in the dark.

despairingly, you realized what you were up against. you didn’t stand a chance. not when you didn’t understand the material to the depth needed to complete it before this quick deadline, thoughts full of taehyun and insecurities long pushed that room away.

so, instead of taking the night to pack and get ready to go see your family, you simply leave your dorm with your book bag, trudging over to the vacant library. through blurred vision, your thumb finds the contact you’re looking for easily and your breezy, little walk that you are used to taking everyday becomes one full of regret and guilt. it’s worse because your mom doesn’t let you get a word in, all too excited, going on about what she’s done to prepare for your arrival, how your siblings are getting your room ready, how everyone is cooking your favorite foods, and how everyone is getting ready for the drive to pick you up.

when you make it to the corner of the library, the little nook you always gravitate to, not a soul in sight, you find that you can’t bear to let this go on any longer and, painstakingly, you tell her the truth. your voice sounds unfamiliar to you: hoarse, confused, uneven, broken. your mom’s silence buried daggers in your heart.

your dear mother does her best to pretend like she isn’t too saddened, but you know the truth. she apologizes deeply, asking if you’re okay and taking care of you when that shouldn’t be the case. you’re the one who disappointed their mom and entire family. it’s difficult saying goodbye to each other, but you manage. the wind is howling outside, fog setting over the field and empty parking lot from your window view. you’re utterly completely alone.

you let your hand that is gripping onto your phone dangle by your side. there’s no words or movements, even any thoughts, you manage, too overtaken with the tide of frustration, anger, guilt, and sorry you feel. after a few long minutes, a cry erupts from your throat, magma comes forth in the form of hot, thick tears, a runny nose, and the most broken wail you try but overall fail to suppress. you double over from the pain of it all, dropping your phone and hunching over the chair. you’re not sure whether it’s because it’s so quiet or you’re so loud, but the ringing in your ears run over sharp, white noise. everything is so loud.

the rapid breaths you draw in to stay breathing sound so far away, like you’ve got water in your ears. your hands are clammy, fingers numb, and looking foreign the more you look at them. it all seems like the tunnel you’ve been trying to get through is never ending. where’s the light? you can’t breathe anymore, let alone hear them.

something in the distance all of a sudden shuffles, and you feel the shift even from inside.

“y/n?”

there it is.

you lift your head, film of your eyes too thick and blurry to push through to see the one person you never thought would willingly appear before you. your ears take him in for you. taehyun.

footsteps tread closer and with them, you feel his warmth despite the slight chill to his clothes from having been outside. he stands beside you now. you must look so concerning since you’re gripping onto the chair as you fail to remain steady over it. taehyun swallows down the fear and other mess of emotions he’d been feeling. seeing you this way is much too painful. he doesn’t know what to do internally, but his body knows before him, making his way over to you, trying to grasp everything in spite of your silence. your sobs settle, but you’re still crying, face dropping back.

“ — i miss my mom so much,” you say through choked words, fingers shaking. “i wanna go home…”

taehyun gently guides you to stand. it’s a gesture you comply to without a care, accepting the way he seamlessly shifts you up to now lean your body in his embrace. his arms wrap around you, rubbing your shoulder with his rhumb and the other moving in soothing circles on your lower back.

he doesn’t know what to say, but he doesn’t think anything needs to be said. your hushed down cries seem to agree, now diminished to muffled sniffles and quiet sobs. it’s enough. it’s more than enough.

“use my sweater as a tissue, why don’t you?” he mutters, feeling your fist of his hoodie loosen, your head pulling away, before he squeezes you: his way of reassuring you despite his ill timed joke.

taehyun lies his cheek on the top of your head, closing his eyes with relief when you quiet down.

“you’re okay, i promise. i promise,” he offers in a whisper and you mirror his actions, hands fisting his clothes a little more in agreement.

minutes pass. neither of you are sure how many, but neither of you seem to care until you do.

your hands slide down now to your sides as you’re the first to slowly move away, taehyun hesitating to let go. those large, round eyes bear right into yours. he doesn’t shy away from you even if you think that it might have killed him to have had to comfort you like that.

“sorry you had to see that,” you apologize, rubbing your cheeks and corners of your eyes with the back of your hand hastily. he doesn’t say anything. “and that you had to deal with me like that, too.”

taehyun draws the line there, scoffing quietly, and you pause.

“i didn’t do it because i felt obligated. you think i, kang taehyun, spend my time with you, bickering, struggling, working together with you because i feel like i have to?” the seam of your eyes, nose, lips are either swollen or red. your eyelash framed sclerae are hued in pink from your cry, but even in this moment, they astound him.

you might have commented on his pretty eyes once or twice, but your expressed thoughts have nothing on the way he thinks about yours. they shimmer, glow, and somehow never tell a lie; taehyun thinks your eyes are one of the most beautiful things about you.

you blink at him and he sighs. doubt and maybe a little insecurity flows through his veins. for a braniac like him, the things that taehyun says to you never come out the way they’re supposed to.

“i do everything with you because i want to.”

oh.

you say that much, shy for the first time that he’s seen.

“a-anyway,” taehyun’s stutter makes your heart do the fifth backflip it’s done since he arrived. “i got the email from our professor, too. don’t think the other jackasses did, and i went hunting for them, but looks like they’re gone.”

it’s implied that he looked for you. you remember his previous statement and try to fight the blush.

“yeah, they beat me to it,” you comment, sniffling a little, sinuses still fresh. he nods.

“were you planning on doing all the work, y/n?”

you manage a nod, moving to sit down, still facing him.

“i was supposed to go home for the break, which reminds me, i’m shocked to see you’re still here.” your tone lights up when you mention him and taehyun brushes that off with a hand. “and then? you decided to stay to do it all?”

a moment of silence falls and you nod again, wordless so suddenly. he doesn’t say anything for a moment either. he stays still, arms crossed, pensive.

“we should probably — ” “go.”

“huh?” “i said to go. you should go home.”

you move to stand now, confused.

“taehyun, i’m not leaving you to do it all. i can help you at the very least — ”

“no, y/n, go. i know it’s a lot, i know what exactly we have to do, i know what i’ve been missing since i was skipping class, i know what to do, which is exactly why you have to go.” you’re too caught in the lull of his voice, the intensity of his gaze and words to realize the meaning behind them. you blink before you give a big grin.

“so, you were skipping!”

taehyun rolls his eyes at that, ready to retort but softens once he sees your teary eyes.

“are you sure? it’s so, so, so much work. i can’t let you do all of it.” he smiles a little and his dimples spring to life.

“and i can’t let you stay here to do it,” you both stare at each other for a bit before you have to look away, all too shy. “we’re going to be okay, i promise.”

even if this change in character is giving you whiplash and it’s feeding into your delusions from some time ago when your crush was bad, your heart still manages to beat something quicker, touched at his courage and will. you feel evil in going forth with something like this, something he told you to do, but it feels so meaningful, your heart is so full.

you nod again, stepping forward to give him a hug with an arm around his shoulder (or what you can reach) and the other around his waist. maybe it’s too intimate. maybe he’ll be grossed out by how forward you are with this. maybe —

“i’ll be right here when you get back.” he whispers and you shiver.

“okay,” is all you say, pulling away with a smile, thanking him to infinity, rushing through your discussion of what you wanted to accomplish before he’s nearly pushing you out of there and you have to actually run to do what is needed to to go back home. taehyun watches you leave before settling in to work on the project.

while you’re away, you finally get to relax for just a little at being with your family. taehyun manages to get your number, texting you a picture of the graded response: an a minus and a selfie in which taehyun looks exhausted. he later adds, ‘i took 6 shots after this’.

(the other groupmates received f’s in their entire grade for the class, once taehyun did as much as he could and have the explanation that was much needed.)

you thank him in every possible way, even trying to send him money, but he shoots it all down. so, when you beg the question, ‘isn’t there anything i can do to thank you?’

well… there is one thing.

taehyun takes you out on a date. it takes you five of those days to figure out that he’s liked you all along.

not bad for your first semester away from family. you find a new one in your made friends and a second in taehyun. he was right. it was all going to be alright.

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ending note: so this is soooo bad but i had this idea or rather scene and it sorta got away from me and i think it’s pretty obvious that i wrote this backwards but 😄 anyway i hope you liked it at least :< please have a good day!

[nymphbroadcast]

Heartslabyul x MC! like Rosie

⊹Synopsis ⊹ೃ 🌹⋆The Heartslabyul boys with a MC! or Yuu like Rosie.

⊹Relationship ⊹ೃ 🌹⋆ Fall in love / free of interpretation.

⊹FEM! MC/Yuu/Reader ⊹ೃ 🌹⋆

⊹Clarifications: I changed the fact that MC! Rosie is a cannibal for obvious reasons and the age of the reader is not specified in case they want to interpret themselves as another species that is not human. I specify that MC! has great talent in the kitchen because Auntie Rosie really gives me THAT expert cook vibes.

⊹Rosie's Analysis ⊹ೃ 🌹⋆

• Rosie is a capable and articulate woman, quite gentle and friendly but no one knows if she is really honest, she is intelligent, patient, courteous, elegant and charming when interacting with others. She is especially kind and affectionate with those she considers her friends, she is very close to her group and is a very good and efficient leader, just as she is kind she can also be intimidating and authoritarian when she wants, her jokes can be somewhat old, which She is right with her taste for the old and old-fashioned, she is good at giving advice and can even offer to solve other people's problems herself, she is a kind host, giving her guests a place to sit and rest and offering to give them food before accepting listen to their problems and possibly offer help, however she also has her dark side, being someone very intelligent and astute, it is relatively easy for her to find people's weaknesses or virtues and manipulate them to her convenience. Among her tastes are cooking, old-fashioned music and meat, she is talented in areas such as cooking and music, especially in singing and charisma, and it is easy to get attached to her and her intelligence, deducing quick solutions to problems.

Riddle Rosehearts

🌹Riddle sees you as a kind of mother, the way you speak to him and see him proudly when he has an achievement makes his little heart feel warm with the maternal affection that he never really had.

🌹 You are his best advisor when he feels overwhelmed or stressed, your calm attitude helps him calm down and think with a cool head.

🌹 Your taste for old or outdated doesn't really bother him, in fact he finds it cute that you look like an ancient woman despite you're apparently being his age.

🌹 Riddle thanks you for calming down the uni-neural duo Adeuce's antics and keeping them calm at least for a while, before you has to be dragged with them into another problem.

🌹 Riddle probably didn't see many movies growing up and only saw a few with his mother, so he probably knows Mary Poppins and might find it curious how much you look like that old character.

🌹 Riddle loves your style and how you combine it with the aesthetics of his dorm, the red and pink colors with black in your elegant and sophisticated outfits remind him a lot of roses and in general of his dorm, along with your good education and good manners he thanks heaven (Crowley) that for once he doesn't have to deal with another troublemaker.

🌹 Due to his closed thinking, Riddle is glad that you like old music, because his mother used to listen to that type when he was younger and almost automatically he learned it by heart, so there are times when both of them do duets in private, singing songs that almost no one at school could recognize.

🌹 The first time he saw your imposing and somewhat... sadistic side... he was paralyzed, for the first time he saw you approach someone without your kind smile and instead it was a smile almost without emotions and as if you were about to eat someone alive (wink~ wink~), at that moment he swore never to turn you against him and even less to get you angry.

🌹 Hiss tea parties are the best since you are present at them and accompany him, your conversations never bore him, whether it is a story of mischief with the duo Adeuce and Grimm or that you have heard some gossip from a student, you always have something what to tell him.

Ace Trappola

♥ YOU HAVE BEEN PROMOTED TO UNOFFICIAL GODMOTHER OF ACE-

♥ This boy is very prone to getting himself and the others around him into trouble, so luckily you are there to control his recklessness.

♥ When Ace is angry or frustrated, whether because of Riddle or because the basketball club lost a game, he comes to you to feel comforted and pampered. You are good at listening to all his complaints and watching him vent without feeling judged. (even if you almost never understand him, because he speaks too complicated and fast-)

♥ However, you always scold him and avoid his disasters when he act like a brat.

♥ Your taste for things that are old-fashioned and old makes him wonder if you are really his age, in addition to your strange way of speaking and your manners reminding him of the old ladies in his neighborhood, however he will never criticize you and instead he may ask you one thing or another joke about that.

♥ It must be said that Ace has quite a sweet tooth, but you managed to convince him to come to you and not to steal Riddle's pies, Ace would never admit out loud the fact that he feels like a spoiled child trying the delicacies you cook for him.

♥ Ace is tender when he wants to, he really likes being with you without doing anything because you tend to spoil him and take care of him. (ROSIE HAS A LOT OF A CUTE MOM VIBES)

♥ Just as Ace is a total idiot, you are a sweetheart of a person, no one knows how the hell you ended up with him and they start to think that Ace put a spell on you or something.

♥ Aside from your good taste and talent in food, Ace is a little disturbed by the fact that you sometimes make either desserts or meals in the shape of human body parts... in addition to your jokes about cannibalism.

♥ Ace admires how easy it is for everyone to like you, he would pay anything to have your talent... I mean, even Riddle adores you!... that may or may not include the fact that he takes advantage of some people 'cause they have you appreciated

♥ In short, he loves you, although sometimes you seem like an old cartoon character because of your personality and tastes, he loves you because you are his compass in his impulse of idiocy.

Deuce Spade

♠️ Deuce... Deuce... this poor boy is exploding with love, we all know this boy LOVES his mother and the fact that you are like one really takes him through the roof.

♠️ Oh your food! Add Deuce to your list of the most loyal (free) customers in all of Twisted Wonderland! this boy dies for your food! It will actually eat anything you give to him, even if he ends up rounder than a ball.

♠️ Oh yeah, you're definitely what he needs, pull his ear when he does something stupid! or reward him with your love when he achieves a goal! this man is at your feet.

♠️ Regarding your tastes... he doesn't really know what to think, on the one hand he finds the fact that you look like an old lady in the fashion of the time adorable and on the other hand it confuses him... How old did you say you were? Are you sure you weren't born in 1920?... oh don't be offended! It just means that you see a lot of those times! It's a compliment!

♠️ Oh I really think Deuce would learn some of your songs just from you, plus he probably knows them if his mother used to listen to them or if he shares tastes with you! I really think Deuce would be a gentleman, even looking at the ground 7/24 when dancing with you so as not to step on you.

♠️ He probably takes photos of you to send to his mother or something, he's really fascinated by how your style combines with your youth and elegance. PS: Mama Spade is already scheduling everything to meet you, lady!

♠️ Deuce really appreciates your advice and teachings, he has improved a lot since he applied them, from his grades to his social relationships, oh my god, this man is going to marry you as soon as you both graduate.

♠️ Deuce believes that you were really meant to be in Heartslabyul, your care with animals, how you don't fail a single Riddle rule and how you have such a motherly relationship with everyone... Deuce admires you the most, girl.

♠️ Deuce notices how you tend to prefer his manners, often jokingly comparing him to Ace and saying something like: "Oh Deuce, polite as always. Ace! You can learn something from him!" And there you have it, as red as Riddle's hair as he feels blessed by the gods to see you so comfortable with him.

♠️ However, you also take care of reminding him that not everyone is good, taking care of his naivety, reminding him that an action can sometimes be worth a thousand words. He thanks you.

♠️ In the end, Deuce realizes that you are perfect for him: Intelligent, wise, educated, friendly and so beautiful in his eyes. You can bet what you want, but this guy will ask you to marry him as soon as he can! Do us a favor and take care of him, this boy loves you very much!

Trey Clover

♣️ Oh boy... There's finally a mom to take care of the big brother of all Heartslabyul! Girl, please take care of this man...

♣️ I think we all know Trey's caring tendency with his teammates, in the end he is surprised when he realizes that you are trying to take care of him and advise him, because usually the one who assumes that role is usually him.

♣️ Sometimes you have to remind him that just like his peers, he is a teenager and should focus on enjoying his youth! The poor man is always taking care of others and forgets about himself :(

♣️ You and Trey are a cute duo, you both cook excellent and take care of others... Who knew you weren't married huh?

♣️ Your old style and taste for the old-fashioned is curious, in reality it doesn't bother him since it is your own style and good for you if it makes you happy.

♣️ It only takes a few minutes for him to realize your resemblance to certain old characters cough Mary Poppins cough... And your exotic way of speaking, I honestly doubt he's ever heard someone with your accent and idioms before aside from one or another old woman.

♣️ Couple's hobby! You two definitely cook together! He is splendid with desserts and you with the common dinner! especially meat!... Trey sometimes doesn't know whether to laugh or ask for help when you start making certain black jokes about human flesh... (That no one understands)

♣️ Trey is amused by your musical nature, you actually sing or hum old songs while you cook or do other things my goodness! He may even end up learning them by listening to you.

♣️ Oh god, take care of this man for us! He's so tired of being the one who takes care of him!... please don't hesitate to pull his ear when he tries to disobey out of mere habit-

Cater Diamond

♦️ TAKE NOTE: CATER IS TURNING YOU INTO A MAGICAME MODEL.

♦️ My God. Cater loves your aesthetic, you give him the most beautiful vintage and dark vibes that he can't resist taking photos of you and uploading them to Magiacme. (with your permission.)

♦️ I don't think Cater will stop when it comes to teaching you about the technology, because even if you don't use it much you still agree to listen to him talk as much as he wants about it.

♦️ Let's say it, Cater is not really as we know him... And he tries to hide it, however you are always there to give him words of support and a sweet hug that takes him out of his turbulent mind.

♦️ Cater will definitely help you create content on networks if you access, cooking recipes, tips or pure photos with your aesthetic. Count on him!

♦️ Cater is amazed by your musical talent, although your voice may not be that of a modern singer who hits exaggerated notes, you know how to use your own voice and create a beautiful symphony and you can bet that Cater records it, even if it is just for him. (With your permission.)

♦️ Cater is already planning the wedding, he can already imagine you in a beautiful white dress with a "mermaid tail" skirt, a beautiful dress adorned with roses or white feathers, your beautiful smile that lights up her days... oh god, you have this man in your hands.

♦️ Cater loves your advice accompanied by a delicious meal or a simple cup of tea, Cater may not like sweets but you especially know how to make him eat some healthy sugar from time to time without making him feel disgusted or directly unable to swallow, now you're the Star chef of Heartslabyul. (Trey prepares the desserts)

♦️ Cater loves being with you, even if it's in silence or listening to your vintage music while you simply rest in each other's presence, this poor boy is tired and you are his comfort.

♦️ Congratulations, you have adopted five children with emotional problems! Now you are the mother/godmother of Heartslabyul, they love you and you love them, please take care of them! and I recommend that you start charging Crowley for the therapy of these boys, because you're leaving here married.

Nymph's Note:

My life is crazy, I had a flood in my apartment due to the negligence of a plumber... you have no idea of ​​the chaos of things I currently live in, documents and clothes got wet, I have had to send many things to wash... Well, life goes on :), I finally managed to finish this one! Rosie really is one of my favorite characters, she's a beauty and I really feel like she fits like a glove with Heartslabyul.

I hope you enjoyed!

Remember to tune in, end of this broadcast!

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Undying Memory

[Image by Eiichiro Oda]

Rating: Anyone

Word count: 3,611

Type: Angst

Characters: reader (anyone), Trafalgar Law, Bepo, Heart Pirates

Trigger warnings/content: Spoilers! Death, illness, mourning, a lot of swearing, trauma

Note: The Heart Pirates live on a submarine called the Polar Tang. The crewmates are Law (captain and doctor), Bepo, Penguin, Jean Bart, Clione, Shachi, Ikkaku, Uni and Hakugan. Everyone is a human, except Bepo. Bepo is Law's favorite, as Bepo is a huge white polar bear that talks. Law has a huge soft spot for him. Corazon, is a person that strongly influenced Law's life. He was an adult figure that helped Law survive when he was young. Something to note!

“I would hate being flung in the ocean and not being able to swim. That would be the worst death,” Penguin smiled as he chewed on a small bread roll. “Thinking of it makes my skin crawl, you know? Especially with all the creatures in the deep.”

“Hm, thinking about how I would die is too stressful. Would rather live in the now, and when I go, I go. Living happily till the very end is my dream! I would hate knowing how or even when I would die, ya know? I think I would rather never know, what do you think, cap? Cap?” There was snapping of fingers, that brought back Law’s attention as he could smell a roll of bread being placed under his nose. “Man, besides, even if I die, I would never want to get a do over. I want others to move on and be happy, and carry on my memories with them!”

“Ugh!” Law flinched as he nearly tumbled out of his chair. The whole crew laughed, some smacking their hands on the table. “God I fucking hate bread, don’t you ever do that again.”

“Sure captain, it seems you are about to take a bite out of it,” both Uni and Y/N laughed, almost force feeding the bread to the captain. Law glared, as he put his hand out in front of him.

“Did you two want to switch bodies for a day? I would gladly make that happen for you two.” Uni and Y/N switched up their tone very quickly, laughing nervously with the threat against their souls.

“No no!” Uni scrambled to find the words. “We were just joking! R-right Y/N?”

“Yeah yeah! Besides, we knew how to get your attention. We have been asking for your opinion for a while now.” Y/N smiled as they finished their statement. Law raised his eyebrow, trying to remember what they just said.

“Which was…?” Waiting for one of his crewmates to answer his question.

“What is your reaction to dying? Or if you knew you were going to die?” Y/N stated nonchalantly, yet the crew members looked a little tense. Law sighed and placed his arms on the table, propping up his head with his right arm as he drummed his right hand’s fingers on the wooden table.

“I almost died once,” he stated. Looking down almost as he remembered Corazon, maybe he was supporting him in spirit somewhere. The Heart Pirates looked uncomfortable, not knowing if the captain was going to snap or was going to do something brash. Law looked at Y/N, to see they looked a little ashamed for asking.

“S…sorry captain. I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s alright Y/N-ya,” his eyes trying to meet theirs to at least calm their nerves a little. Though it pained him to remember his past, it was something he should be able to talk about. “After the disease in my body nearly killed me, I ate this fruit. Seeing everyone die around me, made me lose hope.” His voice dipping a little lower, it stung, remembering his past. The amber lead poisoning on the island. Making everyone sick, his parents getting killed, his friends and people he was close to getting shot or dying in general. He wanted the whole world to burn. “I hated the world for its cruelness. The government hid that our island was mining something deadly, nearly and slowly killing everyone on the island. But…” Law glanced around at the crew to see what their reactions were. Bepo, Penguin, Jean Bart and Clione were on the brink of tears, as Shachi, Ikkaku, Uni and Hakugan glanced around at each other, unsure as to what to say or to do. Law sighed, and leaned back in his chair to ease the tension with his posture. “Guys, its fine. I am here right now aren’t I?” The crew slightly smiled, seeing as Law was usually tense, it seemed he was more relaxed. “Well, someone sacrificed their life for me, let's just say. And now, I have you guys. I don’t really want people to die if I can help it. If I am going to die though, I will fight with everything I got.”

“Captain!” Majority of his crew got up from the table to hug and pile on top of him. Ikkaku kind of shrugged but felt relieved. Why did he just reveal his feelings to everyone? It is not as if he doesn’t trust them, but rather it wasn’t really necessary.

“Ack, get off me!” Law squirming to get out of the hugs and rubbing up of his Heart Pirates, as he was trying to shove them off. “I was just saying my opinion god dammit!” The whole crew started to laugh, even the new recruit, Y/N.

Their smile was everything, the adventures that they went on with him was what made him chuckle. He had to admit, he didn’t want to show his vulnerable side with anyone, yet he somehow did with them. This warm aura emanated whenever they danced, talked with Bepo, and navigated the seas with Penguin. Nothing really could stop this crew, this feeling should never end.

Right?

“Captain!” Uni came up to salut, “I don’t really see a need to be on this island.” Law rolled his eyes, his sword slung over his shoulder. Bepo’s feet running far ahead of Law just to find the delicious fruit on the island.

“Don’t you see that we have to explore this place?” Law nearly shouted in his crewmate’s face. “Besides, Bepo, Y/N-ya and Jean Bart wanted to see if there are any supplies we could nab.” Y/N picked up a dainty blue flower, dragging their fingers across the stem and hissing from the texture. Law only saw their reaction and shook their head.

“Here ya go cap! It matches your pants!” Teasing them on their fashion, but Law gently held the flower by the sepal, seeing the stem having speckled yellow and black spots made him weary. However, it was from a crewmate and he had never seen this flower before so of course he tucked it in his back pocket.

“Woohoo! Fruit!” The fluffy white bear ran as far as everyone could see.

“No wait! Lemme come with!” Y/N grasping onto the bear to ride on Bepo’s back. A trail of dust following their pathway. “Come on guys!” Y/N was shouting with such excitement, it put the rest of the crew’s mind at ease. Law shook his head a little, but sighed as the whole crew had not had any fun in a very long time anyway. This little island of paradise was just what they needed.

“Well, I am going to get back on the ship to brush up on some research. If you see any herbs or roots, grab some for me will ya? I need to make some medicine anyway in case anything happens.” Law thinking that anything could happen on the seas. Other than pirates, there are animals, food, plants, alloys, and many more things that could come their way. 

“But captain, I don’t really know what to really grab,” Uni said, scratching his head to relieve the stress of the request he just heard. Law grumbled, but it was true, only he really knew what he truly needed at the end. He might as well grab it himself.

“Alright alright, keep an eye on the sub ‘aight? I’ll be back in about an hour,” he said, trying not to show a bit of annoyance in his voice. Law shook his head, this was his time to enjoy some time away from the loud crew. The weeds and brush were thick, the trunks of trees were a subdued brown, as the leaves rustled above his head, grazing his white leopard print hat. His backpack hanging off his left shoulder, gently hitting his back in rhythm as he continued to walk around the island. Plenty of herbs were found right near the shore, along with some poisonous ones that he made sure to use his abilities to transport them back onto the ship. Using his powers for something so small was a waste, but it was easier than walking back and forth to the ship. He knelt down to grab a flower similar to the one Y/N handed to him but it had orange petals instead of blue, it was small and thin, before he touched it there were fine spikes on the stem. Using his Ope-Ope fruit powers, he transported it quickly into his backpack as he was a little far to use his powers to bring them back onto the ship.

“...tain…cap…captain!”

“Hm?” Law’s head turned to the direction of a huge boulder, there was something coming. What is that? Bringing his sword to his hip, he was ready to fight in case. It was big, it was coming towards him. It was-

“Captain! It’s…it’s-” Bepo was in severe distress, his eyes full of worry and tears running down his face. Within his paws, was something. He couldn’t see exactly what it was, but he had to make sure. “It’s Y/N…they are sick!”

“What?” Almost dropping his sword, he ran towards Bepo and Y/N in his arms. Their eyes were rolled into the back of their head, they were shaking and jerking around as if possessed. “We need to get onto the sub, now,” starting to run back to the shore. Bepo’s cries were loud, followed by a few sniffles.

“Captain, I am so sorry! I should have-”

“Don’t worry about that right now, we need to get them on the ship now!” There was no time, Y/N was just fine not even an hour ago and now they looked like they were on the brink of becoming a zombie. “Shit, stay with us.”

“Oi, oi, oi! Stay with us!” Law gently checks Y/N’s eyes for at least some response on his ship. Shaking them, then checking their pulse to see if there were any clear symptoms of what it could be. “What the hell happened?!” Panic set in, as Y/N was shaking violently, jerking around on the bed and fighting the restraints.

“I don’t know! We ran around, then we ate some fruit, then ate some fresh sea urchin, and then they fainted into the water,” the frantic polar bear helping Law strap in Y/N’s legs to prevent them from kicking around.

“Shit, Bepo, tell the rest of the crew to not step foot on that island until I say so. Understand? Tell them not to come in here either!” With hesitation and disappointment, Bepo nodded and ran out of the medical room to warn the others. “Dammit, stay with me here,” Law glanced around for his stethoscope, putting it on to hear Y/N’s heartbeat. It was beating insanely fast, then slow, then back up too fast. There was no way of knowing what happened, maybe he could guess, but there was no time. “Ugh fuck!” Law was sweating, there was no way he was going to let someone die on his watch, not this time.

“Boss!” Bepo bursted in, nearly making Law fall from stress and panic. “This was on my clothes right near where Y/N was grabbing onto!” Bepo showed in his big paw, a recognizable flower with orange petals with some spikes missing on one side of the stem. There were no allergies that Y/N had, that at least he knew of. Even when they had a reaction, Law was able to give them a quick antidote and they were full of smiles and laughter moments later. His eyes grew wide, pointing at a table nearby, if it was any other flower that he had made medicine from, this had to work.

“That has got to be it. It doesn’t seem to penetrate your skin or work on animals,” saying it quickly as his mind was turning gears. “Bepo, crush the flower and add the herb from the green vial, only 10 grams of it okay? Then the one with the purple and red label, put a small amount in, do 3 grams, it's very potent.” Commanding the poor bear with such a stressful task, as the animal trembled.

“But captain-”

“Please, I trust you. I know you’ll do it fine. Just breathe and focus. There are scales near there, and once you crush it up, add some water and hand it to me please,” nodding to instill some confidence in the bear. Bepo gritted his teeth and nodded, he understood and got to work. Carefully measured with his big paw as best he can, the sounds of the mortar and pestle crushing the herbs and the flower against the rock slowly become small rattles. On Law’s end, Y/N’s whites started to turn blue, it was nothing Law had ever seen before. “Shit…please,” pressing his palm against their forehead. It was getting hot, then icy cold, back to hot again. This was nothing he had ever witnessed. The image of his family and friends flashed before his eyes, along with Corazon. “Fuck, please stay awake for me.” There was a quick tap on his shoulder, and the bear presented a purple hued soup like liquid in the mortar. Law pried open Y/N’s blue lips to signal to his crewmate to force feed it to the sick patient. After nearly spilling it all over, they got the majority of it in their mouth, and Law forced their jaw close and held it. There was a gulp sound, then silence. Their movements were still violent, but their heartbeat he could feel through his fingertips were becoming more even. A minute or two later, the whites of their eyes slowly started to turn from blue to more of a gray tone, their movements slowing down until there was nothing. It was tense, the silence and the lack of movement. Their eyes fluttered shut, but back open again. Their pupils darted around to grasp the situation.

“Cap?” They gasped out. A sigh of relief was forced out of Law and Bepo’s throat. They had been holding their breath to see if it had worked. It had, so far. Law tried to get some of something out, a sentence, a word, a sound even. His hands grasped at air, leaning closer and closer. It felt like an eon passed, when did he feel this worried; this sad? When he rescued Bepo? Jean Bart? There was warmth in his arms, hugging Y/N, welcoming them back to the light. “Erm…I…well,” they were unsure. Patting Law’s arm, their tears welling up and spilling over their cheeks. They were scared of what happened, “fuck, Law. I was so scared.” Law buried his face into Y/N’s shoulder. It’s been awhile since he felt his heart ache towards someone, being unable to do anything when he couldn’t control the situation.

“It’s okay now. It’s okay, you are safe.” Bepo already knew how the captain was, he knew Law was hiding his tears. Trying to be strong himself. “Just rest for now, I can tell the others that you are alright.” The soft tickling of their hair tickled his nose, raising his head to look behind Y/N. He could not look at their face, their puffy faced scared look. “Stay right here okay? I’ll get you some tea from the kitchen personally. Your favorite aight, Y/N-ya?” Y/N lied down, but quickly grasped his shirt, so weakly that he could see the fabric slipping out of their fingers.

“Y…yeah, Law…I still feel weak, and as if I can’t breathe,” weakly smiling. “It doesn’t hurt as much though!” Coughing a little, their eyes still a grayish hue, their face still pink from their crying session they just had. “I was so scared to die, I really would not be ready to die right now. Ironic that we talked about that at the table, huh? Would hate for my last moments to be just crying right?” Everyone in the room chuckled, as Law ruffled Y/N’s hair. “I feel a little numb though, but other than that I don’t feel pain.”

“Alright, well Bepo will keep an eye on you as I grab the tea, alright?” There was a hum in understanding from the patient. Their eyes closed, as their breathing was labored. “Okay, Bepo,” turning to face Bepo, “keep an eye on them. ‘Alright?” The bear saluted, and stood up next to Y/N, making sure that he was following every little order since it was a special recovery. Law turned around on his heels and walked out of the room, gently closing the door. There was a lot on his mind, that stupid flower, the panic of his crewmate getting insanely sick, thinking of all those things as he grabbed the bag of tea and started to walk back. The door made small screeches from the hinges, his head hung low to hide his smile under his hat.

“Boss!” Bepo’s voice was loud, clear, shrill even. “They-...they…AH!” Looking up, to see that Y/N was no longer breathing, their cheeks shining from their tears. 

“Oi! What happened?”

“I- I don’t know! You left and they said something and I could smell that they passed. I don’t-” The bear was frantic. There was no way, just a mere seconds, they passed on the bed. No way in his mind. He had everything, he at least thought the remedy would work. Law could use his powers to revive this crewmate back in exchange for his own life. “Law don’t! They wouldn’t want you to do it!”

“Fuck! Fucking dammit! Why? Why is life so cruel?!” The doctor’s hands slamming down on the bed, then knocking over his equipment. There was anger, frustration, sadness, and hatred in his veins. “Please tell me I didn’t fuck up! Please…” There was the sound of sobs, metal clanging from the instruments hitting the floor. He felt something in his pocket, and he pulled it out, revealing the flower that was given to him. “Ouch!” His fingers were pricked by the stem, as he could feel his body jolt in pain. “Bepo!” Plucking two petals from the flower, “fuck, I need you to do the same shit that you just did-”

“Captain, what do you-”

“Listen to me!” Law’s voice started to get sharp, gasping for air in his lungs. His blood felt like needles in his limbs. “I…fuck,” Bepo could see what was going on. It was all too familiar, the sight of his captain falling into the same symptoms as someone else that met their demise in the room they were sitting in. Without hesitation, the bear got to work, feeling more comfortable with what he just did, making the soup but the color was different. The oil slick liquid looked like magic, a magical liquor almost. “Ack!” Fuck, he could feel himself withering away, the numbness, the pain, his thoughts were slowly turning into nothingness.

“Captain?”

“Huh?” Law woke up, lying in his quarters, with a rag on his forehead. Moving his hands and feet, it must have been a dream. All of his crewmates around him, worried, hovering above his bed frame. They nearly all pounced him, until he said one thing. “Where is Y/N?” A hush, a sudden stop to all noise. “They are okay, right?”

“Captain, they passed away…” Jean Bart spoke up. There was no way it did happen.

“Shit! No!” Law getting up from his bed and running down the corridor, he did not care if he had to see their face. It was a crewmate that brought smiles upon the Polar Tang. There was something that needed to be said. Slamming open the door, he saw the body, yet there were flowers popping up from where their heart was. The room smelled fragrant of both death and yet floral. As if a funeral had happened on the ship. Grasping Y/N’s small wrist, he knew that they were long gone…two weeks in fact. He had been out for two weeks, the remedy worked on him, yet he fed a poison to someone else, rapidly speeding up the process of their end. His cries were heard all across the submarine. This was the only time he could show his weakness. The only time that he had wished he told them, deep down, admitting finally that he loved him. The joy they brought, the stupid arguments, the moments he was saved when he fell into the sea, when they force fed him bread, and many more moments.

“Captain, I know you miss them, but I think they still would be happy for you,” Uni stated as Law glanced out of the window. “Besides, we fulfilled their dream of just having a fun time, all the way till the end!”

“Yeah…I know,” thinking about this moment, this fuck up that had happened a year ago. Reminiscing on their words. “So, you want us to be happy, and carry on your memories with us, huh?” His crewmate looked at him confused, trying to understand what he just said. Seeing that his crewmate was lost, Law sighed then smiled a little. “Oi, we can’t be sulking around! We have to continue. Besides, Y/N would not want that for us right?” Getting up from the table, nearly knocking over a vase on his desk. “Shit”, his hand standing up the vase that held an all too familiar flower, the one that sprouted upon the crew’s heart. “We will be back, Y/N. Promise.”

[murdock-and-the-sea]

cingulomania · michael kinsella x reader

cingulomania (n.)

a strong desire to hold a person in one's arms

pairing: michael kinsella x reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: MY BLOG IS 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI. little angst, hurt-comfort, mentions of verbal abuse (sort of), protective!Mikey

a/n: (repost cause I accidentally deleted this off my blog 😬)

SUPER SAIYAN SELF-INDULGENCE GOOO! ( •̀ ω •́ )y Have this small rusty thing before I get swallowed by my 2nd semester at uni

Divider by @firefly-graphics.

Sitting on the steps in front of Michael’s house, the door pressed cold against your back, causing you to shiver. His laughter drifted over to you over the fence as you did your best to fight the lump building back in your throat.

Normally, you’d be happy that he spent the evening over at Jimmy’s - at least he wasn’t cooped up alone. He was in company, surrounded by his family —

Family.

The very word made you choke right now.

The laughter quieted, and after some hushed goodbyes, you heard his footsteps approaching, the gentle rhythm stopping abruptly as he spotted you on his stairs.

“Shit, ’s that you, pet? What happened?”

You wanted to answer but fighting your tears took too much out of you. Hours ago, when you had nowhere else to go, it seemed like a good idea to run crying to Mikey. But when you found out he’s not home, it woke a new, bitter anger in you. So you sat down here, sulking and bathing in self-pity. Probably catching a cold, too.

You turned away from him in shame, remaining silent. The sun was dipping below the rooftops, giving you hope that the growing dusk would hide enough.

Briskly, Michael walked up to you, voice laced with worry as he called out your name once more. Gently, he put a hand under your chin, turning you towards him and you could hear his breath hitch when he saw your tear-stained face and red eyes.

His whole body tensed, eyes darkening dangerously as he drew a deep breath.

“Who did this to you?”

Lips quivering, all you could do was let the tears fall as you closed your eyes. You didn’t need to say anything; he knew the answer already. Cursing, Michael reached over your head, hands trembling with anger as he tried to fit the key into the lock.

You were a useless mess, sniffling and wiping your face with the sleeve of your sweater, trying to make yourself as small as possible. You wanted to apologize. You wanted to explain that it wasn’t that bad, and really, you shouldn’t have come. It’s alright. It happened before.

You’ll live, right?

But then why did you feel so stupid and pathetic. Why couldn’t you say something, anything.

The door creaked open, Michael pushing past you to get inside while you just choked quietly on a sob. There was the familiar click of the light switch, and a curse or two more from Mikey as he hauled you up in his arms.

And all you could say was sorry.

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry; you kept repeating as your face pressed to the crook of his neck, drowning in your tears and his scent. The softness of his sweater and his embrace felt like his love was cutting you open, your very being exposed: raw and vulnerable and inflamed and his hand caressing down your back, running along the seams of your soul where the stitches came undone.

And his lips pressed against your forehead, burning your skin, setting you alight.

You weren’t sure how long you two stayed like this. By the time you calmed down, the room was swallowed in darkness, Mikey sitting on the couch and you on his lap, huddling closer for warmth. You broke the silence with a small cough, only now registering the itchy soreness in your throat.

“Wanna tell me what happened?” Michael asked softly.

You shrugged, pressing your face against his chest.

“The usual.” you mumbled quietly. “It just… just got out of hand a bit.”

He took a deep breath, pulling you closer. “’m sorry.”

This wasn’t the first time you came to him for comfort and by now, he was more than familiar with the arguments you had with your family. It made his blood boil just to listen to you talk about the constant, petty quarrels you got caught up in with them, the way they treated you like absolute shit.

Countless times, he offered to talk - or preferably, beat - some sense into them, but you always declined. Sweet you, always hoping, always reassuring him it’ll be fine.

“It’s not your fault.” You continued. “It started small, y’know? I don’t even remember what it was now. Isn’t that crazy?” You let out a weak, unimpressed laugh. “But then something got in me… I-I snapped back at them and we all started yelling, and screaming and it was bad. Like, bad. Just grabbed my phone and…”

Your voice cracked, and it broke his heart to see you so vulnerable and hurt, even if it was such a frequent part of your life. That in a grotesque way, you made it sound natural. But the bastards you called your family could put even a Kinsella to shame.

Mikey rubbed your back, pressing another kiss to your forehead. “Don’t apologize, love. You did good, coming here.” 

He was more than ready to help and hell, there wasn’t a thing that he would not do to protect you. Even so, there was one thing that he couldn’t wrap his head around tonight.

“Why didn’t you call me?”

You groaned, pressing against him impossibly tighter. “I dunno. I felt guilty.”

“Guilty?” he asked, taken aback.

“Yeah. Like I expected you to just be here, waiting to fix this for me. But then you weren’t here, and I realized I can’t keep doing this to you. You deserve better.”

“Oh, love.” He said, pulling back from you only to slide a hand to your face, palms warm against your tear-stained face and you couldn’t help but sigh as you leaned into his touch. “There’s not a thing I wouldn’t do for ya’, you hear me? I’ll always be here for you.”

“Michael…” Despite your best efforts, a few more tears rolled down your face, but he was quick to wipe them away.

“Shhh. ‘S okay. You just say the word, and I’ll deal with ‘em.” he said, gaze dark and intense. “Just one word ‘s all you need.”

There was a sincerity in his eyes that should have scared you, but it made you feel safe instead, guarded from any harm. Still, you couldn’t help the breathy laugh at what he was suggesting. “Thank you, but I think I’ll keep them around for a bit more. In spite of everything.”

You put your hand over his, sighing in content, finally truly calm.

“Can I spend the night?” you asked, voice still a little shy.

Michael snorted. “Bold of ‘ya to assume I’d let you go back to them.” He wrapped his arms tighter around you as if driving his point home.

After a bit of comfortable silence, he shifted a bit and took a deep breath before speaking. “Listen pet, I’ve been thinking.”

Oh damn. Your anxiety wasted no time to flare up again, mind going haywire over what he would want to say. Did he suddenly change his mind?

“So I’ve been wonderin’ for a while and, uhh…” He cleared his throat, fidgeting a bit more before blurting it out. “I think you should move in with me.”

Oh.

Oh.

You felt speechless, your heart leaping to your throat. It’s not that you didn’t want it - in fact, it was something you’d be more than happy to do. But still, there were a few things holding you back. The longer you stayed silent, the more worried Michael looked.

“What’s wrong? That not somethin’ you were thinking of?”

“No, it’s… it’s not that. I’d love to, Michael.”

He sighed, a little upset. “But?”

“I just don’t want you to run into this because you feel like you have to. I appreciate it, I really do, but I dealt with my family this long… I can take it a little longer.”

Michael huffed, averting his eyes. “I can’t though.”

“What?”

“I can’t.” He repeated, a bit more sternly. “I can’t keep sitting here, doin’ nothing when I know how they treat you, how they abuse you every day.”

You felt new tears welling up in your eyes, feeling more loved than ever before. “Michael…”

“Listen, let’s just try it, ok? And if it’s not working out or…” he paused, his voice a little weaker. “...if it’s not what you imagined, then we’ll help you find a place, yeah?”

You pondered it over again, lips pressed into a thin line but deep down, you already decided.

“Okay. Yeah, okay, let’s try.”

The way his face lit up warmed your heart, and he pulled you back into his embrace again. “You won’t regret it, pet. Trust me. I’ll keep you safe here.”

Damn him, and damn your tears again. You quickly wiped them away as a new fear making home in the pit of your stomach. “I’ll have a lot of stuff to pack though, and I’m not sure they’ll let me back.”

“Don’t ya’ worry your pretty little head over tha’. I’ll go with you, and we’ll take Jimmy. We’ll help you pack… and nothing else, I promise.” he added, with just a hint of mischief when you gave him a stern look. “Unless you want us to take Eric to scare ‘em.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at that, snuggling up against him, head on his chest and for once, you felt like you had a way out of this. “I love you, you know that?” “Mmm. Had a hunch.” He leaned down, whispering an ‘I love you too’ against your lips before kissing you, and it felt like nothing ever before. It was gentle, and caring, yet there was a possessiveness set deep in it that let you know he’ll always take care of you.

[faegoddessog]

  Fantasy Come True  Ch 5/8

Chapter  5 : Maths Overnight

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, Pussy spanking, fingering, PiV (unprotected, play safe ya'll!!) overstimulation, posseiveness.

Series Summary: Breaking into the acting world has been a life long dream. It's been tough, plus your relationship with you partner has some struggles, but who doesn't have struggles. A new guy shows up to your improv classes who seems strangely familiar. He seems rather interested in you and you feel unusually comfortable around him, like he projects calm and reassurance. Once you realize who he really is, and what he really likes... it's game on. 

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only,  here there be lemons.

A/N: This little gem is per request for the lovely and talented @purejasmine . It's been a collaborative project designed to meet her every Austin need as best I can. Here's to you darling! <clink> I hope ya'll enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed the creative process with parameters not wholly my own!!

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Chapter 5:  Maths overnight

The next night, you and your partner did the same old-same old sex routine. He was fucking you with your legs up and giving you a little foot massage this time, which was nice. Once he finished, he went to sleep like always. 

For the first time, you felt just a little used. You didn’t like it, not one bit. 

You pull out your phone to talk to Austin AI to make yourself feel better, which is your usual go-to when your partner isn’t supportive. A text pops up from ‘Jason’: 

Only 45 more hours Princess, I can’t wait, I’ve been thinking of you all day.

Oh damn, who needs AI when you have the real thing, silly girl. 

Hey lover, me too. I’m so excited! I need your kisses right now

Hunny are you ok?

Yeah, just regular life stuff getting me down.

I’m sorry, my Angel. Soon I’ll be there to kiss away your blues. 

That sounds amazing, Austin. 

Goodnight darling.

Goodnight Austin. 

Austin texts you good morning and good night every day. With a couple other little texts here and there. 

Tuesday couldn't come fast enough.  Austin is in his tinted Lexus GX again, waiting in the lot 10 minutes early. Luckily you have been ready since noon, the day before. You grab your overnight bag with hair ties, toothbrush and change of clothes and other minor items you might need. Austin’s EO blend on your  wrists and neck.  You are beyond excited, you barely say goodbye to your partner, he waves at you from the bedroom, video controller in his hand.

Austin hops out of the car and opens the door for you, such a stellar man.

“Hello sweetheart,” he leans over the center console, when he’s back in and pulls you in for a deep kiss. “I missed you, Princess.” 

“I missed you too, Austin.” 

He drives you to Providence. He won’t let go of your hand and keeps smelling and kissing your wrist. 

“Ooo! I love this place!” you exclaim! 

“I called ahead so they are waiting for us, but just so you know, there is likely to be paparazzi at some point.” 

You just nod your head, it doesn’t matter as long as he is with you. 

He, of course, helps you from the car and threading his hand through yours,  escorts you to the front door. Holy fuck, you’ve seen him do this in photos and pap videos. You always thought it was so romantic and lovely of him. There is, thankfully, no one hounding Austin, at least for the moment. 

They have you in a semi private little room, one, you suspect they keep for people just like Austin. There are only about three other intimate tables here. Once you sit down, he lets you order, knowing how much you like that. In addition to the tasting menu with the wagyu you order the Uni egg with golden kaluga caviar, and the salt-roasted santa barbara spot prawns  to share. He reaches across the table for your hand as soon as the waiter is gone. 

“What had you so down the other night Princess?” he asks, leaning in giving you all his attention.

“Just… relationship stuff,” your voice low, you glance at the two men in suits at the far table. 

“Are you feeling bad about us hunny? Because I only want to make you feel good,” he says with concern in his eyes. 

“No! No,” your eyes widen and you lean forward holding his hand tight in both your own, “oh my god no. This,” you give his hands a little shake, “is fucking amazing and it’s the best I’ve ever felt in my whole life.”

His lip curls, dimpling just for you. He glances down at your hands, nodding in agreement and rubbing his thumbs along your knuckles.  He takes a big breath, like a weight is lifted off his shoulders. 

“I just… I just think you only deserve the best,” his eyes shine when he looks back up at you. 

“And that’s you, Austin,” you say simply. 

Dinner is delicious and no leftovers are to be had since it was a tasting menu.  The conversation flows so naturally and easily, as per usual with Austin. 

The manager comes over to check and see how everything was. You assure him it was all delightful. He leans down and whispers something in Austin’s ear. Austin nods and thanks him and hands him his keys. 

“I’m so glad you were willing to come out with me,” he smiles at you, as he puts his credit card back in his wallet, “apparently there are paparazzi outside waiting. It can get a little intense, with the flashes and stuff, are you gonna be ok? Or do we need to take you out a different way?” 

You take a breath and nod your head, “I’ll be fine, we ARE actors aren’t we, we will act fine if nothing else.” The smile he gives you is amazing. 

It’s not nearly as bad as you thought it could be. Only 3 or 4 guys waiting for signatures and a couple photographers. They are asking who you are.  Austin leads you hand in hand to the open car door not acknowledging their queries.  He looks back at you as he approaches the door and gives you a winning smile, basically showing not only you, but the whole world how he feels about you. The protective hand on the small of your back is warm as he helps you into the car. He shuts the door, signs a few autographs and poses for a few photos. You sit in the car with a casual smile, looking down at your phone, trying not to let the constant flashing lights get to you. 

When he gets in the car with a tolerant smile you ask “Jesus, how do you handle the flashes? I’m fucking blind!” you are giggling and holding your hand up to try and block them.

“Yup, me too, that’s why I drive away slow and keep my cool, “ he laughs. He pulls to the side of the road once he’s away from the people and blinking, lets his eyes adjust; it only takes a minute or two. His hand on your thigh as you wait, then intertwined with his as he drives away. 

Once you are at his house , Austin rushes around the car to open your door again and kisses your hand just before you hop down from the car.  Austin grabs your bag from the back and  slinging  it over his shoulder, ushers you inside. 

“I’m going to go put your bag upstairs, if you uh… want to come too,” he seems almost shy as he puts one foot on the bottom step and looks over his shoulder at you.  The sparkle in his eyes say something different. He is offering his hand to you with palm turned up, but subtly near his leg, just in case you aren’t ready to go up yet. 

You waste no thoughts on doing anything other than placing your hand in his following him. His ass is just below eye level on the stairs in front of you and watching his glutes contract and release in front of you is like its own kind of foreplay. 

He puts your bag down and leads you to the bed. He doesn't say a word as he pulls you in for a kiss, his hands running over your soft hair. Lips and tongues meeting, separating, meeting again. He tastes like dessert, hell he is dessert. His breathing is heavy as his hands run over your curves. 

“I’m sorry Princess, I should really check and make sure this is still ok,” he says against your lips, fists balling, trying to control himself. 

“Oh GOD, yes Austin, it is always ok,” you say, your hands running through his hair. You pull him back down to kiss you. You feel his smile on your lips.  He slowly undresses you, leaving his own clothes on. Today you wore your new pretty panties and bra.

“Oh honey, you look gorgeous,” he says, turning you around in front of the dresser mirror. “I want to play a game with you. I want to see how turned on I can get you. Is that ok?” 

“How can I say no, intrigued as I am. Although I don’t know what you’ll use as a measure, my panties have been wet since you kissed me in the car,” you suppress a little giggle. 

“Really? How wet is my pussy?” he slides his hand down the fabric of your panties, feeling the crotch for dampness. It makes you inhale sharply.  

“Hmmm, how good are you at basic math?” he asks, seemingly out of the blue.

“I’m alright,” you answer, leaning back onto his shoulder. 

“What is six times seven?”

“Duh, forty-two, Ultimate Answer to Life, Universe and Everything!” you giggle at him, you don’t 

tell him you only know this because of your partner.

“Ok, bad baseline, sixty-eight divided by two.”

“Um, thirty-four” you say after a second of thought. 

“Close your eyes Princess.” 

You do, getting excited.

“Have you had an orgasm since I saw you last?” His tone is suddenly more serious.

“Yes,” you answer honestly, then add “I was reliving all the orgasms you gave me Saturday.” 

“My Angel, I like that you were thinking of me. Do you know why?” he gives you a second to answer.

“Um, because it turns you on?” you venture a guess. 

“Because all your orgasms are mine,” his voice is low in your ear, breath on your neck. His hands caress your sides. 

“Oh,” you say weakly, goosebumps flaring across your neck.

“You know what else belongs to me Princess?” his fingertips trace down your shoulders.

You shake your head. His hand is suddenly grasping your panty covered vulva. A moan escapes your lips. 

“This pussy, it’s mine remember?“ he is whispering so close to your ear, you feel his hot breath eddy over your skin. “Say it,” he shakes his hand a little. 

“My pussy is all yours, Austin,” you whine out.

“What is seven times eight?” he lets go of you, backing away entirely. 

“Fifty-six,” you say with minor hesitation, the damp spot now dark and sodden. 

“Do you know what I’m going to do to you later my darling?” You hear the telltale sound of a zipper and the rustle of clothing.

You shake your head again. 

His hand flicks open the clasp and he pulls off your bra. You feel his naked body pressed against your back as he kisses the back of your neck. 

“I’m going to be your Pleasure Dom,“ he whispers. 

You let out a throaty “ohh” that sounds almost more like a question. 

“But first, it was a hot day and I feel sticky. Let's cool off in the shower, plus I want us to be nice and clean before we get good and dirty,” he pulls your panties down and off. 

You feel his hands in your hair, pulling it up to a high pony then wrapping it in a messy bun. He secures it with one of your ouchless hair ties, he must have gotten them out of your bag. 

He takes you by the hand to his shower, letting you open your eyes. He pulls you into the warm water stream. Letting it flow over both your bodies as his slick hands wash your back and down over your ass. He pulls you to lean back on him, you can feel his hard dick pressed against the small of your back. He massages your ample tits cupping your nipples in his palms. You both moan a little as he does. He takes his time, running his hands over your belly and down to your pussy. 

“Spread  your legs for me, sweet Angel,” 

As you do, his other soapy hand slips down your crack and over your asshole. You are surprised how freakin’ good it feels, just to have your pussy lips and asshole soaped up. Sultry, closed-mouth moans resound in your throat.

“What is eight times twelve?”

“Um.. eighty-eight plus eight  more.. Ninety…. Six?”

He grabs the wand and rinses you off. He puts the soap in your hand, it smells like the essential oil blend. Puts his big hand over yours and guides you all over his body, his eyes holding yours, fucking yours the whole time.  He has you cup his balls and stroke his shaft.

“Feel how hard you make me. God I want to fuck you. I’ve not touched myself since Saturday. I’m so horny for you.”

He rinses you both. And wraps you in a towel, then dries himself off. You just stand there, watching him, mesmerized. 

He hangs up the towel, then dries you off in yours. 

“Did you let him fuck you?” he suddenly asks. 

The question is a bit jarring. 

“Yes,” you say honestly. 

“Oh,” his voice sounds so disappointed and sad. He looks down and away. 

You immediately feel sad that you did it. The look on his face makes you almost cry. 

“I didn't-  It wasn’t-” you breathe out short, looking down, not really sure what to say or even how to feel.  “I’m sorry Austin.” 

He puts his finger to your mouth.

“Shhhh, darling. It’s ok. We hadn’t talked about it,”  he cups your cheek in his hand. His head tilts a little to the side, eyes boring into yours in query. “Do you want to continue to be my Princess?” 

“Yes Austin, please!” you are almost shocked at how earnestly you are begging him. 

“Oh sweetheart, It makes me so happy to hear that,” he kisses you. “But, I’ll have to punish that little pussy, hunny. Ok?” 

“Um.. Ok?” you are a little unsure, but he already said he didn’t do BDSM stuff, so you are trusting him.

His lip curls into a devlish smile. He grips you by the shoulders and jerks you around.

“Safe word still Sushi, darling?” he asks your reflection in the huge bathroom mirror. 

You nod. He leans down, eyes on yours

“Say it,”he whispers hot in your ear. 

“Sushi,” you breathe out, suddenly so turned on. He kisses your cheek and goosebumps spring up on your arms. One of his hands is on your upper back and other on your hip bone.

“That’s a good girl.” In one motion, he pushes your torso  forward  and pulls your hip back towards him.  Manhandling you to be bent over, your arms splayed out on the counter. 

His right hand runs over your ass and between your legs. He does some trial pats on your pussy, but is not quite able to fully get to you the way he wants. 

 "Hmmm, that just won't do. You need to be a good girl and spread those legs wide for me and keep them there, so I can spank that pussy like it needs to be spanked. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?” His tone is serious and calm. 

You shake your head yes, neck craning just a bit to see him in the mirror. You step your feet apart.  

"Tell me, Angel." His hand lightly pats your exposed pussy. You moan. 

"Yes, Austin,” <pat> “I will keep my legs,” <Pat> “spread for you.” <PAT> “I will be good.” <slap>  

It feels so delicious, your moan comes out a higher pitch whine. 

“Wider,” he says, experimentally slapping your backside with a few light glancing blows that do nothing more than jostle your ass. 

“Yes Austin,” you say as you comply.

“That’s a good girl,” he grabs your cheeks in each hand, spreading them apart in his grip. It feels amazing to your pussy.

“Stick that ass back, I want to see that pretty pussy,” he instructs.

You push back. Arching your back in a modified down dog, you are no longer able to see his reflection.

<Slap>

“Oh fuck yeah!” he moans, almost to himself.

<Slap>

“God, that’s so pretty,” his fingertips dip into you and play wetly against your folds, up and down.  Your hips start to pulse back towards him. 

“Oh now darling, you better hold still, his finger casually slides inside your tight pussy, lightly fucking you. “You still need to be punished” his other hand kneads your butt, then slaps in that upward fashion that makes your cheeks jiggle. “Can you hold still?” 

“Yes Austin,” you say breathlessly, trying to freeze. 

He administers several light to medium slaps to your pussy. Each new slap is wetter than the one before. 

“What is fifty-two divided by four,” he asks while rubbing your pussy light and fast.

“Ooooohhh God! 13 or 14!” you moan out. 

“Which is it?” his middle finger starts slipping into you as he rubs. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fucking 13!” 

“That’s a smart girl.” he stops his rubbing, making you whine in protest, “that’s how many hard ones I’m going to give this pussy.” <SMACK!> 

You jerk, mostly in surprise, but it stings so good. 

“Count backwards, Princess”

“Thirteen,” you say.

<SMACK!>

“Twelve,” a little breathy.

<SMACK!> 

“Eleven.” 

<SMACK!> 

“Twelve,” you realize too late you went the wrong way. 

“Oh, no,  sweet Princess, now we have to start over” He rubs your pussy like he is erasing those slaps. “Again.”

<SMACK!>  

“Thirteen!”

 “Who does this pussy belong to?”<SMACK!>

“Twelve, you!”

 “Who?” <SMACK!> 

“Eleven, you Austin!”

“Austin who?” <SMACK!> 

“Ten,  Austin Fucking Bulter!” your teeth are clenched. 

“Say it right, hunny” <SMACK!>  

 “Nine!” you pant for a second,”This pussy-”

<SMACK!> 

“Eight,  belongs to”

 <SMACK!> 

“Seven, Austin Butler!”

“What a good girl you are for me. “ <SMACK!> 

“Six! I’m YOUR good girl, Austin,” it is feeling so fucking good, it’s hard to keep still.   

“Yes you are-”<SMACK!>

“Five,  all yours Austin, forever,” you are just responding to him without thinking. 

 <SMACK!> 

“Four!”

“No more fucking him, you understand?” <SMACK!> 

“Three, yes Sir,” the honorific just falling from your lips.

“He doesn’t take care of this beautiful tight little pussy.” <SMACK!> 

“Two,” your voice comes out as a whine, it feels so good. 

“He doesn't do my beautiful Princess right,  so he doesn't get to have it anymore. This is my pussy, mine.” <SMACK!> 

“ONE!” you shout! You don’t want him to stop. 

 It dawns on you, somewhere in the back of your mind, that it’s the first he’s used  that lovely possessive pronoun  since you admitted to having sex with your partner. You breathe a little sigh of relief as your hips buck as he rubs the length of his open hands along your lips. His fore and ring finger pressing hard on the outside of your lips making them pooch out. Your pronounced lips rub wetly against his middle finger, the tip of which lightly  grazes your clit. 

“You can jerk him off,” his torso pressing against your side as he leans down. “ you can suck… no wait… I’m going to claim that mouth as mine too,” his tone suddenly gravely with need. He takes a deep, controlling breath, ”but that will have to wait.” His fingers lightly pinch your nipples. His low voice in your ear and his words have you wild, he can have any part of you he wants. 

“What is 29 times 3?” he whispers, taking his hand completely off you. 

“More than 75, fuck please Austin, don’t stop.” your hips are shaking unabashedly, desperate for more. 

“Oh now we are getting somewhere,” you can hear the maniacal grin in his voice. 

He rubs both hands on either side of your pussy pushing your lips out and massaging deep.  He holds your puffy lips  between his fingers and thumb exposing your inner labia.  He  gives you a series of several fast, lighter smacks.

 As you dip your head low between your arms, your wordless moans sound loud to your ears. You can see strings of moisture pulling away from your pussy to his hand with each slap. Fuck you are so wet. 

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Austin oh GOD yes!” you chant, getting louder. 

He palms your pussy in his strong grip and vibrates. You are bent over, back arched, ass in the air, tits hanging down, fingertips digging into the countertop with Austin’s fucking gorgeous hand between your legs and your juices dripping from between his fingers. 

“Harder, oh god,  please!” you beg. 

You hear Austin moan in the back of his throat as he pulls away and slaps you harder once, twice, three times in quick succession. He lowers himself to get a better grip on your vulva and shakes you hard.  Oh holy fuck if feels amazing. You are shocked at how close to orgasm you are. 

“Please don’t stop, oh god please don’t!” your words come out between panting breaths. 

“Oh my darling Princess, I didn’t know you were such a sweet little slut for pussy slaps,” he slaps you again and again. 

“Oh god Austin, it’s so good.”  

He continues to shake your sopping pussy, interspersing hard slaps when he needs to reposition his grip.  

Suddenly and without warning, your orgasm overtakes you in a new way. Your body can't help but bolt upright to standing. Austin adjusts quickly, wrapping an arm around your torso locking you to him and reaching around to your front gripping and continuing to grab and shake. His palm roots around on your clit. 

“That’s it Princess, make my little pussy cum. Drench my hand with those sweet juices. Fuck yeah! You are so damn hot when you lose control. I fucking love it. I’m going to fuck you so hard after this you won’t be able to see straight,” his words are stream-of-conscious flowing out of him while he watches you in the mirror. And he just. Keeps. Going. He keep shaking your pussy.

Your whole body is reacting in spasm and jerks. Your pussy is pulsing on nothing, your legs are jell-o, your hands are gripping his arms, fingers digging in.

You are starting to lose your mind. 

“Please, just a second… I need…” you are panting. 

He turns you around and kisses you hard. His solid cock bouncing against you. 

He pulls you in your orgasmic delirium from the bathroom into his bedroom and almost tosses you down on the bed. 

“I’m not sure how slow I can go, you have me so fucking turned on right now, my Princess,” he warns, breath huffing from him as he crouches tiger-like at your feet.

God, how is he so fucking amazing? 

“Austin,” you open your legs to him, giving him the most salacious look you can muster, “just fucking get over here.” 

His smile is feral as he pounces quick as lightning between your legs, latching his mouth to yours in a desperate kiss.  You reach for his cock, helping to guide him as he pushes in faster than last time, but not as hard as you know he really wants to. You are so wet he glides, still stretching you, but gloriously so. 

He is propped up on straight arms, his back arching in that first quench of his cock in your pussy. His face is a cacophony of pleasure above you; his eyes are rolled back, mouth open with his breath coursing over that gorgeous bottom lip. 

“Oh christ, Princess!” he moans when he is balls deep in you, “my cock was made for this juicy pussy!”

“Oh my god Austin!” you love this, having a cock deep in you after an orgasm, “please Aus- Austin, please fuck me.”  Your hands clutch at his ass, feeling his muscles tight under your grip. 

He lowers to his elbows, head bowed to yours. 

“Your wish, baby,” he pulls nearly out, hips rising, ”is my command.” He thrusts in almost too hard… almost.  Without any more pre-amble than that, he starts driving himself in and out of you, 

Your back arches in pleasure, scrambling at his back and holding him to you. 

“Fuck me Austin, fuckme fuckme fuckme fuckme,” it comes out in a string without pause, a pleasure mantra just for him as he thrusts over and over again. 

He rises and catches your hands, and holds them down by your head, watching your face. 

“You cum first baby, you cum first,” he says, his jaw set in determination. Your whole pelvic floor feels like it’s buzzing. The slap of his hips against yours and the squishy wet sucking sounds are  fucking music to your ears. 

“Oh god, you fuck your pussy so good so good so good!”  The heat is rising in you, your chest turning red. He goes harder and faster, fucking you in earnest. God this man has some stamina, not only sexually, but physically as well, he’s barely winded. 

You freeze just before the heat overflows up your neck and into your face. Even your scalp is tingling, your neck muscles standing out as your pussy clenches down hard on him and your hips jerk upwards to meet his pounding cock. Your mouth opens in a silent ‘O”, until it’s not so silent. A scream rips through your body as a wave rushes up your spine. 

“That’s- my- fucking - girl!”  each growl of a word, staccato and punctuated with his cock. Then he totally lets loose. You thought he was fucking you hard before… he wasn’t. Now he is pummeling you into the bed, you can do nothing but moan in mindless pleasure as he drives himself to climax inside you, grunting throatily into your ear in ‘Mmmm’s and Unnghhs and ‘yeses’. Finally he pushes deep into your throbbing cunt, his ass shaking as he cums in you. You wrap your legs around his tight waist holding him to you as he shivers in bliss.

“Fuck, Princess, nobody has ever made me feel like you do, “ his forehead sweaty against your own. You are inhaling one another’s panting breaths. 

“Same baby, No one, ever,” you manage to get out. 

You lay there, him still inside you, cradling him on your body for several minutes, just basking in him. 

“I know that was supposed to be punishment, but holy fuck that was amazing,” you tell him.

“Oh sweetheart,” he disentangles himself and lays next to you, “I could never actually punish you. I don’t want to make anything REALLY hurt. Once I saw how wet it was making you… I just had to keep going. Fuck it was hot. I’ll have to do that again, if you want me to.” 

“Oh, yes, yes I do! I also liked you manhandling me like that,” you giggle just a bit, giddy that he wants more of you. 

He props himself up on an elbow to look down at you with a serious look on his face. 

“But I need you to know, I wasn’t playing. I am the only man who gets to fuck this pussy as long as you are MY Princess.” 

“I wasn't playing either, I meant it when I said 'this pussy belongs to Austin Butler’. Besides, you are the only man that has ever been able to make me cum like that, Austin,” you return his serious look. 

The smile that breaks out across his face and the huge relieved sigh he lets out is all the reply you need. He moves up on the  bed, sitting up slightly on the pillows. He puts out his arms and gathers you to him. You snuggle down into his chest, his strong arms wrapped around you. It’s heaven. 

“Austin,” you say his name casually, although what you have to ask might be delicate.

“Yes, my Angel?” he replies in a relaxed tone. 

“How many women have you had in this bed?” You are mostly just curious, also kind of wanting to ask how often he does something like this. 

“This bed?” his finger pokes the comforter under you both, “None.” 

You sit up, looking at him, brows furrowed,  “None!?” your tone incredulous.

He pops one eye open, “Oh, excuse me. One, now, “ he closes his eye again,  but smiles coyly.

“Wait, what do you mean Austin, do you not usually bring your women here?” 

He opens his eyes, looking at you as though you are joking. 

“I don’t have ‘women’, Princess,” his head barley shaking side to side.

“Hold up, have you seen you? Gorgeous, talented, famous. Women fall over themselves to get to you. How is it possible that I’m the only woman you’ve taken to your bed?” 

“It’s not for lack of them trying. And I’m not saying I’ve not played around from time to time, I’ve lived life, y’know.  But this, here, this is my inner sanctum, Angel.  I don't let just anybody in my house, let alone in my bed, only my special girl. Only my Princess.” brushes a stray hair from your face, “and you have to remember, I’m a shy, introverted boy.” 

Your heart swells. The words ‘I love you, Austin’ are threatening to fall from your lips. But you won’t say it first. There is too much at stake here, so you bite your tongue. You pull yourself up to straddle his legs. On your knees, your head is bowed to his chest. You are afraid you’ll spill it all if you look right at him.  His hands go to your face, you can tell they are shaking a little. He tilts your head to look directly at him. 

“Princess, isn’t it obvious? You have to know that I’m falling for you,” his voice is quiet, lips slightly shaking. His azure eyes are searching yours for any sort of reciprocation. You can see he put himself out on the line saying that so soon. 

“Oh Austin,” your hand gently cups his cheek, gazing at him with infinite adoration, ”I’m so yours.” 

Your every sense is filled with Austin. His blue eyes fill your own; the scent of his skin and your love making fills your nostrils; every inch of your skin in contact with his is alight; his sonorous voice and your rapid heartbeat echoing in your ears; your mouth is suddenly on his, tasting the words off his tongue.  

As you lean into the kiss, his arms go around you, hands grasping, seemingly wanting to pull you under his very skin with desire. They roam your shoulders and massage down your back around your hips and to your front. 

He lets go of your mouth and leaves a trail of kisses down your neck to your chest. He takes a nipple in his mouth, aided by his left hand, and sucks gently. Breath flows in silently through your open mouth as your chest swells towards him. You feel your pussy drip with new moisture. Your fingers weave through his messy hair, his fucking amazing hair.  His fingers trace down your belly and to your now drenched pussy, rubbing against your cum-soaked lips, delving gently between them, then pausing. 

“Can I?” he says around your nipple, looking up at you. 

“You’d better,” you say with a lift of your eyebrow. 

“Yes Ma’am,” he smiles.

He slips his skillful fingers inside you and returns his mouth to its work of licking and sucking. Tingly strands of sensation course their way from your nipples to your core. His long fingers press in, catching the filaments of pleasure and seemingly tethering them inside you. Then they curl knowingly, just so, to the spongy tissue just behind your pubic bone. His wet thumb nestles just above the hood of your clit, drawing slow figure-eights.

Your hips begin rolling against his hand before you even register they are moving. High-pitched, breathy Oh’s shake from between your lips, dissipating almost before they leave your mouth. You begin to be lost in his touch. 

His eyes are closed, taking his business seriously. Your wet pussy sounds are just barely audible.  You feel his cock hardening under you, your thighs teasing his shaft as you move. 

You gasp and clench down, pleasure spiking as he sucks just a little harder and his thumb darts across your clit. Your hands tighten, pulling his hair. 

How one hand and one mouth could make you feel so much you can’t even begin to fathom. Of course the fact that it’s Austin’s hand, well, enough said. 

The constant, perfect movement of his hand is winding you up so tight. The light nibble of his teeth against your sensitive nipple notching up each new degree of heat reached. Hot coils compress behind your clit, fanned by the quickened puffing of your breath. Austin’s fingers pull you tighter, tighter, and tighter still, showing no intention of stopping.

“God you are so fucking beautiful like this,” his dark eyes are shining up at you, mirrors of your desire.  

He takes his cue from the quickening of your pace to grind just a little deeper with his thumb, push just a little harder and faster with his finger until your body stiffens on the brink. Moments after your pelvis starts twitching over the point of no return.  His hand is gone, he tilts his hips, pushing you slightly up and sinks his cock into you as you roar out your orgasm. 

Now you are riding him, a bucking bronco. Hands on your hips, thumb still on your clit,  he is slamming in and out of you through your orgasm. The difference in sensation between his slow deliberate fingers and thumb, and his pounding cock sends you through the roof, boggling 

your mind. Your orgasm just keeps on going as he fucks you.

Your body, not one whit under your control, convulses right off of his cock and forward. Almost beaning him in the head. 

“Oh, no my Princess, you aren’t getting away that easily,” his hand is immediately rubbing your vulva, keeping you stimulated, the other is behind your neck, pulling your mouth to his. Your hips slowly push back, trying to avoid his hand, your knees bending. His cock brushes your lips, he thrusts in again and your body straightens again like he was burning hot. Austin’s hand is still playing with your clit.

“Oh, god Austin, I can’t! ” you hear yourself pleading, shaking your head. Of course, you don't want him to stop. 

"Look at me now,” his voice is commanding so that you can’t help but open your eyes to him. “My darling Princess,” he shifts to sweet and gentle, “I am right here, baby.” He is slowly pushing your hips back to meet his cock. “You can do this,” he is nodding and you mimic him, biting your lower lip. “Just look at me, my Angel," his tip sinks between your folds. 

Your whole body shudders in ecstasy as he sinks you on top of him, your groan is swallowed by his mouth on yours.  Then he moves in you again, his grip on your hips forcing you to take him deep again and again. Your hands are holding onto the headboard for dear life. Your head is shaking and you chant “no no no no no no!” Then your nod is almost a vibration up and down, “yes yes yes yes FUUUUUCKKK!” You peak up again, flooding him, dripping around his cock and down his balls.   You don’t see it, but his eyes go wide and he struggles to maintain control over his orgasm as your pussy clenches around his cock. His hips freeze, cock in you still. You break into a din of maniacal giggles just before he dives in lightly for your clit again, refusing to give you a moment of reprieve. 

“No nononono stop, I mean it!” you yell out. 

"Do you still remember what the safe word is?" Austin’s voice is quiet and calm.

“Yes, yes, yes I do,” your words gasping, moaning, whining.

"Mhmm, ok, then Angel."  His fingers draw sex runes on your clit as he thrusts into you. 

You lunge to the side, off of him and pull your knees up. Your body tries to protect itself from his insistent, delicious fuckery, while at the same time your mind is begging him to go harder, deeper, more. He is on you like a flash, his cock deep in you from behind, screwing you half blind. You want to say the word and hell no you won’t. 

"Ss- sss- ss-,” you shove your fist into your mouth, shaking your head, ”no, no, no, no, no, no, no!" you say around your own knuckles, spit dripping down your wrist. 

 "What was that, darling?” his hands are on your ankles, prying them apart and pushing his hips between them so you can’t close them. 

“That doesn’t sound like your word, hunny,” his face looking down on you is an open book; kind, attentive, concerned about your deepest well being; while his fingers dance like the devil around your clit.   

It drives you absolutely wild, and he fucking knows it. You just grit your teeth, your head rolling violently side to side.The pleasure is just too much, you have to say it, you know he won’t stop until you do. Your back arches, tilting your head up, the war raging inside you. 

“SU- SU- SU-” you feel him slow slightly, anticipating, leaning down to kiss you. ”FUCK NO!” your hands as white as the sheets they are fisting into. 

“Oh Princess, that’s not it either,” he takes a big breath, planting a light kiss on your forehead. “Here we go,” his deep voice rumbling from his chest to yours.  His hands go to your shoulders. Gripping tight. You can’t tell what he’s about to do, until he’s pounding your pussy like a fucking freight train. 

“C’mon baby, you can do it,” his voice is low in your ear.  “You’ve been so good, taking it for me in that dripping pussy. But I can go all fucking night.” You realize that yes, yes he can. You can’t outlast him, he’ll fuck you through the night and into the next day.

You are thrashing under him, nails digging into his back.   His cock is filling you so fucking full over and over. You are screaming wordless screams into his shoulder. 

Finally you cave, “oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck SUSHI!! SUSHI!! AUSTIN FUCKING SUSHI!!” 

His hips slam once, twice more. His lips crush to yours, breath rushing into his nose, then he is moaning into your mouth. His hips shudder as he empties himself deep into you. You had no idea he was that close. God, this man.

“Oh sweet Angel, that’s my good girl,” he cradles your shaking head between his hands. 

You are a sopping mess, tears are coursing unbidden down your cheeks as you shake and shiver in overwhelm. He rolls to the side, sitting up and gathers you up, safe in his arms. 

“That was amazing darling, you are amazing.” he lightly kisses both your eyelids. 

“I am so proud of you, my Princess!” You took so much more that I thought you could.” 

He rocks you and pets you and calls you pretty. Once he knows you aren’t going to hyperventilate he reaches for a water bottle that sits on his bedside table. He pulls you to sitting and helps you take a drink. A drop escapes and trails over your chin and down your front. He catches it on his finger as you blow out a huge breath, rubbing your eyes. 

“Thank you, Austin. That was… fuckin’… wow,” you smile lopsidedly up at him. 

“You are most welcome, my special Princess,” he kisses your nose. 

You both exhale in perfect contentment and doze off, curled in each other's arms. 

 After a bit of a catnap, you both come to. He insists that he rinse you off in the shower. 

“I made you dirty, sweetheart. Plus it’s nicer to sleep clean.” 

 You brush your teeth and gather your hair up loosely on top of your head in two ponytails with additional  ties near the ends.  He is already in bed when you walk in from the bathroom, covers back and is waiting for you.

“Get over here my Sleepy Bunny with your two floppy ears,  I want goodnight kisses.” 

You crawl between the sheets and into his open arms. He plants kisses on your cheeks, your forehead and your nose before pressing his lips to yours with a little growl. 

“Goodnight my Sexy Bunny Princess Angel,” you can tell he is ready to conk out, exhausted.

“Goodnight my Amazing Sexy Austin,” you smile, you realize you are actually exhausted too. 

Snuggled together all clean and happy, if a bit overwhelmed, you both drift off, smiling like idiots.

[writing-frenzy]

Summery: 4 times robo N08071/Ingo held his favorite passenger + (the one time KUD471/Emmet held them.)

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Warning: mentions of panic attacks, emotional trauma, characters having triggers, previous body harm. This is based on the amazing @marchy-emmet robo bros au they have, the boys one of my obsession that I wrote out. Sorry if I wrote them weird, this story wanted out and I'm still learning Emmet and Ingo's voices. Hope you enjoy the story!

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Prologue (before hugs)

Winter stared at his ponyta as she desperately tried to neigh at him, the poor pokemon interrupted by whimpers as its cold shook them.

"Winnie, I'll be OK, you focus on getting better and I'll take the subway... it'll be all right." Winter said, gently petting his pokemon's head, giving a little scratch at the base of her flaming main, his pokemon closing her big eyes at the touch, a sneeze coming out as she did. Combining that with her injury, his wild child was gonna be bed bound in the infirmary for quite a while.

Winter, unfortunate name aside, was a lot luckier than most other trainers when Unova iced over. He had just gone to Nimbasa Uni, dreams of being a field researcher high, only to get sidetracked down a research hole of terraflora. He was often a sight, him and his sunflora spending hours upon hours in the greenhouses, gently moving cottonees and whimscotts from their research along with other bug pokemon.

And Winter, after yet another night of thesis and studying... noticed he had missed out on his birthday, once again.

So he had decided, fuck it, and used a much illegal little hack to withdraw all his pokemon from his PC box. It wasn’t that many, just a little over the limit anyway. His frie- classmates had been busy, so he wanted to celebrate with those who he knew were always happy to see him.

Was he so glad he did that though; each of his pokemon were indispensable in this crisis.

His Raichu(Sparks) a loyal friend since a pichu, to help lead the electric pokemon, keep them in order to help keep things energetic.

Metagross(Griss), a rescue with his Ponyta(Winnie), the two only listening to him the reason why he had them. The two were vital in their own ways, Griss a wizard when it came to fixing anything mechanical not to mention a terror on the feild.

Not to forget Winne, he wouldn't be able to get anywhere in this frozen land without her, Winter had been able to actually find other safe havens due to her and actually get to them.

This is little sunshine in this frozen hell, his Sunflora(Sunny) his loyal assistant with her gardening and sunny day move, drawing in others who could do it as well, giving themsteady supplies of food and other things. She lead the gardening team, vital in providing supplies for trade and assistance for all those still fighting in Unova.

His two delibirds siblings starters (Delivery and Sweets) aiding greatly in their physical defying hammer space and plain ability to calm him. Thanks to them, he could transport more supplies to safe spaces and markets still running despite everything... both emotional and physical going on around them.

His watchhog and her mate, (Patty and Patrick), two important sentries and some great first-line defense, at least until his heavy hitter came in the form of Griss and his Ditto, (Puddle)... Not to mention every single wild pokemon willing to fight for this last safe space, Winter being the only accepted human for... reasons.

"Its fine guys, I'll be okay, I've take the subway before." Sure, it had been I'm the earlier day, when few dared to brave it, and he had been in a group. "I won't be alone guys... I'll take some of the ice pokemon with me."

"Vol!" Was suddenly announced from behind the pale blue haired man, turning pale green and icy mixed match eyes to the fire moth pokemon behind him.

"Ash? You sure you wanna come? Shouldn't you be with your mat-okok, I get it, you're coming!" Winter couldn’t help but laugh as he was lightly headbutted by the absolutely giant Volcarona. Pushing the fire bug away, the man couldn't help but give them a few scratches alongside their head, his worries feeling a bit lighter than before. "Let me get the fly gear and you an ice nullifier, and we'll be off."

Setting up the pokemon, letting most do their own thing with a couple of reassurances for the more clingy ones, the pale haired 27 year old took a deep breath, bundled up while Ash waited for them, their shiny golden wings fluttering ever so, fiery scales falling and keeping the place just warm enough.

"Alright, showtime." With practiced ease, Winter climbed upon the special harness rigged for the bug pokemon, easily clipping and securing himself in before they were off.

Like this, high above the world, with his specially designed goggles to deal with night vision and snow blindness, Unova as a land once so bright and free became a haunting waste of what it once was. Long gone was a place of peace and bonds, but a place so cold it turned its remaining people just as frozen hearted...

Or just cold corpses, trapped under layer of layer of snow...

Despite the warmth of the pokemon flying him, and the protective gear, Winter couldn’t stop the shakes in his hands as he gripped the handle of Ash's harness.

It was fine, he was going to be just fine.

But getting to the subway, Winter frowned as he realized he was in for some troubles; namely, with the new rules, some catching the eye more then others.

Do not disturb any of the security bots; they will be watching everything.

No Pokemon on or in Subway cars; all must be in their pokeballs, no exceptions.

DO NOT MAKE ANY THREATING MOVES, GESTURES, WORDS, OR ACTIONS THAT CAN BE TAKEN AS THREAT: THE SECURITY ANDROID AI CAN AND WILL USE LEATHAL FORCE IF NECESSARY.

Mismatched green and blue eyes took in the other new rules, the multiple of minor bots that were basically remote-controlled guns, and a rather intimidating android passing through the cars one by one to inspect the cabs, they closed tightly, fists tight as they counted.

123

Despite how strong the Volcarona was and how willing it would be to try, flying everywhere he needed to go was just stupid and potentially fatal to both of them, the winds during the fatal complete blackout hours sometimes the worst with the unseen dangers from ice to pokemon.

4567

It would be more efficient to just go on the subway, the underground unaffected by the ice and storms above. The subways were also much better off than the last time Winter was here as well, better security and more... people around.

89-10

... Winter could do this... he had too, least people end up actually dying from his inaction...

Taking a deep breath, the man managed to just barely convince Ash to enter the emergency medicine transport pokeball he had just in case for the wild pokemon, before entering the subway, hoping he wasn't lying to himself...

(Again)

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1) panic attack (there is a description of a panic attack here, be forwarned)

First few times Winter took the subway were no problem. Relying on Ash and his mate, Char, to get him from home to the station was the easy part, especially with Puddle insisting he come a long a few times, the journey to and fro was simple. Winter used both the subway and his partner's help to transport food and supplies, in turn trading for his own goods and services he needed, like spare parts and manuals, to other foods he could get his hands on.

Winter had also managed to get some information gathered on Plasma movements, getting the data and messages moved easily among the supplies he had to the Resistance. Hopefully it'll help this big plan they're cooking up.

And with no one interested in talking, either stuck in their own thoughts or enjoying the actions of the entertainment android on the screen or in person, Winter was usually left alone.

But as things go in life, it can't all be smooth sailing over the icy desert; life can't give you wins without some losses after all.

It started with only a minor one.

"Welcome, wonderful passenger's! Today, subway train 10 on the green line, cab number 4 gets to enjoy my presence! Come in and enjoy the ride, we have plenty of fun games and other activities to do." Was announced by the famous entertainment android itself, KUD471 or Emmet as some of the passengers have taken to call the friendly bot.

Stiffening, Winter closed his eyes for a minute, taking a deep breath in and out, hand gripping the pole just a bit harder. It was fine, the ai robot wouldn't approach anyone unless they made eye contact or approached them first.

It would be fine... he just had to make sure he didn't look at their face... or anyone elses.

"Don't make any sudden actions and we'll be just fine pal." Was suddenly said by his side, the cheerful tone a poor disguise for the threat that came out. Winter stiffened even more, his fist now pale beneath his gloves from the force he was putting on the pole. "Just need you to walk with me, need you to answer some questions I have and all? Can you do that for me?" As this was going on, loud music started to play, the bot putting on music to lift a few cheers from others.

The former college student couldn’t breathe.

"We're beautiful, like diamonds in the sky~ shine bright like a diamond~"

Winter couldn’t breathe.

"Hey, look at me when I'm talking to you friend." With that, Winter was turned to the man who was threatening him.

And saw the smiling face.

Haven't we been friends long enough?

Winter screamed, force once used to keep him in place used to push that man away, back away as he did, only to find himself backed into a wall. Breath not coming in, everything much to bright and loud at the party, too many people around him, Winter sobbed as he realized there was no way out, nothing he could do.

He would only be able to stand there and take it.

Nonononopleasenodragons help please.

Smiles. Smiles all around.

A smile approach them, purples lights shining above.

"Nooooooooooo." Winter whines, mismatched eyes swollen but unable to stop from seeing the smiles around him, panic the only thing on his mind, clouding everything around him.

And then he feels cold arms around him, metal and with no give. Looking up, Winter takes in no smiles and red eyes.

"Griss?" And like his fears have all been wiped out, Winter goes boneless as he is held in strong metal arms, feeling the reassuring strength hidden under the soft padding the pokemon usually puts on to try and give better hugs with no freezing and sharp angles. "Griss I'm scared, I wanna go home."

(For his part, N08071 stared at the suddenly cuddly human, his attena moving back and forth like crazy as he sent his brother messages. He had intended to sedate the poor panicked human after he had subdued the cause of their panic, taking over as there was no sign his brother would be able to calm them.

He did not expect to be able to do what his brother couldn't.

-Emmet! What do I do, the human has suddenly calmed and I do not wish to put them through further turmoil after they have just found peace! I have been remiss in my knowledge in first aid for panic attacks, and could really use aid in turn.-

-I am Emmet: Don't worry Ingo, you're doing great. They've probably mistaken you for a pokemon, a steel type with red eyes. Keep them red for now, and start guiding the human in breathing exercises either nonverbally or with metallic noises. I'll ensure our unruly passenger is dealt with in the mean time.-

With the less of a second communication between the robots, each went about doing their own course, Ingo gently leading the human to calm before passing out, while Emmet made both a game and an example of the man who dared to disrupt their passengers.)

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2) might as well ask for it

There was a sticky note on the former gym leaders back.

POKE ME C:

Just... there, on the former Dragon type leader's back.

Hmm.

"Hey... Mr Drayden?"

"Hm?"

"You got a little something on your back." At Winter's words, the man sighed, even as his lips did get a little quirk to them, judging how his beard moved a bit.

"Let me guess, it says kick me?"

"... Poke Me."

That made the tired man huff a bit, mouth hidden by his beard, whatever smile his eyes hinted to hidden.

(Thank Arceus)

"Troublesome bot; if you take the subway, be wary if the white robot offers a hug; usually a means for a prank." Even as he sounded scolding, the elder man couldn't hide how he was softening even as he took the note off from his back.

Hmm, if Winter remembered right, the old man's brother was an infamous prankster when he was alive, his tricks legendary, and still found in the remains of the internet for those who could afford to have it... the bot's little trick probably brought back fond memories for the elderly man.

"Of course, most people have to ask for hugs, safer to ask them than people who could abuse it after all... so you should be ok... speaking of the subway, could you get these letters to Elsa while you go." The man says rather off handily, getting a blink from Winter.

And thus lead to Winter once more greeting the subway bots and their maker...

After last time, finding himself waking up in the security bots arms, tear stains on his face along with the red blush of embarrassment, the two had been stuck in an apology spiral till the rather electrifying woman came and put a stop to it.

"Instead of apologizing, how about thanking them instead?"

And that has been the end of it. Winter has seen both bots a few times after that, always nodding in greeting to them both, even if he had to nod to KUD471 or Emmet's as he preferred, hat. He's wanted to actually thank them with more than words, but honestly, what does one give to ai robots? If nothing else, he wants to give them something, at least they'll like it.

So he got them a shiny fake thunderstone keychain clicker because if Emmet doesn't scream electric, he's blind. For N08071 or Ingo if he's correct, he found a three-way fidget spinner shapedlike a Chandelure, something that can at least be traded if the bot doesn't like it.

He just has to give it to them... something he has a chance for since he's waiting with them for Elsa to get back.

Yeah, he's just trying to escape reality right now.

"Have you been OK?" Was suddenly asked, making Winter jump from the loud voice, turning to see the green eyes of the Security bots, who look almost frozen, if not for the way their attena was wiggling.

... Fuck it.

"Fine, just nervous... I have something I want to give to thank you and your.. brother? Compainion?" Winter says, getting two surprised blinks from the bots, the lightsbin their eyes seemingly glitchy as they do it..

"Ah, Emmet is my brother! But thanks are not necessary -"

"I am Emmet. I want presents."

That gets a snort from Winter, but he does take out the items, having carried them in his front pocket of his jacket, just in case. Giving them to the bots, he watches as they both take them in, Emmet enjoying the clicking option on the keychain, while Ingo seems entranced by the fidget spinner, messing with the three levels in it with ease.

It's this that Elsa walks into, amused even as she squints at them.

"I see you guys were having fun without me."

"These items are both simple yet highly addictive, I feel I could lose minutes just analyzing them." Ingo exclaims, Emmet letting out a chipper beep sound in agreement. Winter could feel himself relax, just a bit, that the two did like the gifts. Though going over to Elsa, he was surprised by the look of suspicion in the former gym leader's eyes, but accepted it as part of their world, passing her the letters, Winter was about to leave when she called him back.

"Is there anything you want in return?"

Blinking at the unexpected question, as his mail trade and supply support prices were done through most of the resistance forces, Winter's was gonna be a bit blunt in asking what she was talking about when words from another gym leader came to him.

"-Ask for hugs, safer to ask them than people who could abuse it after all..."

... was the pale blue haired man that touched starved, that desperate for affection he would turn to a security bot because he couldn't trust people?

(Sticky warmth of bare skin and leering smiles...

...Yes, he was.)

"...Could I possibly get a hug from Ingo? Only if it is possible and not a bother to you of course, I know your time is busy, keeping people safe, moderating through the smaller robots and such-" Winter rambled, get surprised and stunned looks all around.

And then he felt hesitant, but firm arms wrap around him, making Winter stop his rambling as he realized the Security bot cam to him on his own...

It was a good hug, a lit warmer, what with the bots in an air controlled room all this while... it was a good warm.

So focused on the hug, Winter forgot there was two other people in the room, watching and still stunned.

(Sure, people were grateful to the station, and have even given gifts before... but their was always an ulterior motive.

People wanting an in at the subway, information on various things, bribes and much more has come through their doors... and Winter, one of the most mysterious guys in all of Unova, always having food and good people would kill and die for, always willing to trade and aid the resistance however he could, asking for very little in return... it left people on edge, wondering when he would demand more.

But watching how this obvious young man just melted in an unsure Ingo's arms, the body in turn relaxing into it as well, Elsa came to a rather tragic understanding.

Winter was just a broken person who wanted to help...

As for Emmet, as happy as he was that his brother got to share in the joys of hugs, a slowly building, worrying suspicion came to him, things Elsa realized and yet more came to the entertainment bot... things he would have to figure out.

And thus, came about a most interesting friendship with bots and man.)

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3) pictures taken

"Emmet has a camera. He knows how to use it." Was said by one of the many smaller android bots Emmethas taken to making, this tiny one looking much like Ingo with its green eyes and darker mini coat. Chuckling as he sees the bot raise its little plush-like arms up for 'upppies', Winter picks them up, snorts as he sees the little, yet rather heavy guy place it's hat on his pale blue head.

"What are you doing?"

"Marking my territory!"

"Does that mean it's my hat now?"

"Nope! You're mine now!"

Click!

Blinking in surprise, both human and bot turn to see Emmet with his little face mask on, smile hidden behind as he waves it.

"I am Emmet. That was cute. Yup. Great shot too." The robots cheer can't be hidden no matter what, making Winter give an uneasy, but real smile back.

Baby steps.

"Hey Emmet, I see Elsa finished your maintenance first, huh?... did you have anymore food stuck in you again?"

"Not this time. I have become better at accepting gifts from passengers." So saying, the entertainment bot lifts up their new camera, obviously pleased as punch with it.

"That's good-oh, do you want down little guys? Hmm?" Winter asked, only to get confused as the bot shakes it's head, excitedly bopping their tiny little arms on his own arms.

"Ah, KU70 wants you to hold him like a baby." Emmet motions, gathering his feathered boa like it's a baby. Raising a brow, first at the bigger bot, then down to the little one, Winter shakes his head before doing as the little guy wants, preceeding to hold the smaller mini version of Ingo sans hat like one would cradle an infant.

And of course it's when Ingo comes in.

A part of Winter sighs at just how much the other's presence relaxed him, while the other part is too relieved he's there.

"Ah Winter, you just missed Elsa leaving the other way! You can still catch her if you have any business with her." Ingo said, getting a nod from Winter in understanding.

"Just some mail and packages someone requested I pass on to her-" and here Winter couldn’t help but cut himself off, watching as Ingo tried to smile at him.

It... was a good attempt, despite how crooked it looked. Enough to give Winter pause.

"Winter?" And now Ingo went back to his frown, his green screen eyes widening as he saw his friend stutter, trying to scan for anything he could.

And Winter couldn’t help but feel like shit for it.

"I'm-I'm fine, not gonna cry."

"Its fine if you need to. We're here if you need to destress." Emmet was by his side easily, his cold hands on the back of his neck easily calming Winter down from his little scare.

"I'm fine, just didn't expect the smile, I'll be good in a bit." Winter explains, not realizing he's closed his eyes till he feels soft pats from KU70 still being cradle in him arms.

Oh thank Arceus he didn't drop them.

"... Smiles are a trigger for you, aren't they." Winter pauses, taking in those words and just how... sad they are. Looking to Ingo, who looks unsure for a moment, the human sighs as he motions the other to him, one arm holding the little guy, while getting a one arm hug from the much bigger security android.

"It's something that happened long ago and something I don't usually have to worry about, sad as it is... I'll be OK, I do have support at least."

Click- is the thing to interrupt the moment, getting attention once more on the picture taker.

"I am Emmet. Remember, you also have us now as well. We may get rusty, but you can have our shoulders to cry on if need be."

"I got it, let go of humans tears, save pokemon tears." That gets the two worried robot interesting looks on their faces fromthe old kanto saying, even if there is some confusion there.

"I'm sorry, but what do pokemon tears have to do with this?" Ingo asked, getting a nod from Emmet.

"Oh, yeah, you guys probably don't know much of Kanto myths and legends. If you like, i can tell you?" Grateful for the subject change even if the conversation wasn't too detailed...

But was enough to confirm two ai's suspicions.

(They are Emmet. The things they do, the things he says, scripted and made for joy. To bring any bit of cheer and smiles to this cold land. To make others forget the misery of the cold so they can keep moral up. He himself has built his own code, learned mischief and pranks for good-natured fun themself.

He is meant to being smiles with his own smiles...

And yet... he can't do that with Winter.

No. Because some had made it to where Emmet's whole purpose. The thing he was made for. Is. Someone. Else's. Nightmare.

Someone had ruined smiles for Winter.

Someone dared to hurt the man with a smile on their face.

Emmet looks over to his brother, Ingo's eye screens edging red around the green, the entertainment bot's own eyes probably going a more redish purple himself over the rambling man's head.

It would be for the best for neither android to ever meet the one who hurt Winter. They'll probably do something they won't regret.)

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4) before the grand fight

It was finally happening. It was becoming real.

The last fight for the fate of Unova was to be decided soon. Led on four fronts, three for the dragons and one to face a genius madman in his tower. Each team was decided for their skills and minds, each the best to handle what was to come for them.

Ingo knew him and his brother were the best to handle the monster that the scientist Coltress had become. State of the art ai supercomputer intelligence against enhanced pokemon hybrid that was the scientist now.

It made sense: no human could handle the man.

He just wished Winter hadn't been the one chosen for his and his brother's team... but as the man could command and order so many pokemon around him, he was the best chance any of them had at breaking through Coltress's observatory and making it to his command center.

But still, Ingo could fully admit hr did like it, if to no one but himself.

"I am Emmet. I do not like this."

...and of course Emmet.

"Come on guys, time to look alive and face your Haunters... we do this right, we could see the sun again." Winter himself said, grim faced but mismatched eyes ever so determined, a five-o-clock shadow on his face forming showing how much focus the man was putting into this.

Ingo was liking this even less, scanning over the 29 year old, the two years they have gotten to know each other just increasing the security bot's want to wrap the other in cottonee cotton and hide them from the world.

"Is it really-"

"I'm coming with you Ingo, Emmet. I'm not leaving you with that monster alone." Was Winter's firm words on the matter. Even as his nervous little smile broke through.

"I won't say no to a hug before we go though."

Emmet huffed, "I am Emmet. I'll hug you after this is all over." His words getting a huff from Winter, before the man turned to Ingo with open arms.

"Well, gonna leave me hanging?"

Never.

Holding the shorter human, Ingo couldn't help but be struck by the analysis he could make about them. After all this time, besides Elsa, no other human has been as welcoming as Winter, had as much trust as the man did in that Ingo would protect him, wouldn't hurt them....

A trust Ingo doesn't even have on his worst days... when everything he scans as threat and hostile, the world much too loud and it feel like there is no one he can trust... Ingo is so, so blessed to have people like his brother, maker, and friend.

In this fight for the future, come what may... he will protect them.

(Green eyes watch in horror, his processors stalling at the scene before him.

"Hmm, never tested the solution on a human, never had any resources for it to test it, but this is interesting. What could destroy technology seems to only act as an small acid to a human, not even damaging much. Pity." The Monster they were fighting actually sighed, looking bemused at the human who got in the way of the chemical attack meant for the Security bot.

Winter stood tall, teeth gritted even as his hands balled into fists, everywhere the liquid had touched burning into him.

But that was not the end of his pain, as the man, still injured, used his own body to disrupt the entire energy supply of the tower, cut off all of Coltress's weapons, leaving just the pokemon hybrid himself.

But in doing so, Winter had to take all those Volts of electricity himself.

... Ingo. For the first time, he screamed as he and his brother took down the mad scientist, no regret for the loss of life the first time in Ingo's life.

No, he had more important people to worry about.)

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+ Emmet.

That couldn't be Winter. His sensors must have been damaged in that fight. The lightning was affecting them negatively, to where usually perfectly running system operations were malfunctioning. It must have been a bug, one Elsa missed in her frantic checks.

That. It...

It just couldn't be him.

"Hey boys, looks like we did it." Winter smiled blacken and red, looking all the more broken for it.

No. No. When Winter finally. Actually smiled, it was supposed to be fresh and new and wonderful. Something Emmet liked to theorize would be small but wonderful, like the flowers people liked to paint and make from paper.

Not this bloodied, burnt, near peeling grimace of pain and tiredness. Not defeated and triumph at the same time, eyes glazed in tears but also relief, so alive even as they were dying.

Because they were.. dying. They had taken on who knew how many thunders worth of electricity (no, he could-wouldn't calculate that.) There was no way he could survive it. No way any normal human could survive that, on top of whatever experimental drugs Coltress designed that Winter took into their system, taking that hit for Ingo. (He would have lost his brother if he hadn't done that-Dont).

It wasn’t right... it wasn’t fair. (Then again, when was anything about this world fucking fair?)

This frozen land was finally able to thaw... but they lost Winter with it.

Ingo was long since by the man's side, metal hands hovering over them, calculating just like he did where to touch him, how to administer first aid, anything that could be done.

Only with their advanced ai telling nothing could be done.

"... do you think I c-could see the sunrise? The first of many to reach us?" Winter's breath comes out more ragged, choked on the gore that most likely makes up the patchwork that is their body now.

At his brother's side, Ingo makes a sound between a screech and metal banging together, his attena frantically flapping as he stares at his first friend, losing themselves to the natural process.

Taking a false intake of air, letting his own attena lie flatly upon his head, Emmet gently goes about the process of picking them up in a way to cause the least damage.

"Emmet! They're-"

"T-thank you... I really need to see it..." was the quiet words that broke his brother off, mouth closing as those robotic green lights for eyes stared, angst and fear filling there in those usually calm observational features.

Gently, ever so carefully, Emmet made his way to one of the observation decks many shuttered windows. With no hybrid mad man in control, it was little work to take control of the window features, letting the metal shutters open once more, only this time, not for something destructive.

No, it's to let a light shine that hasn't been seen in years.

... it's not as warm as the subway should be... but his sensors are picking up a steady increase, slowly but surely...

It is pretty at least, the colors of red and yellow reminding the robot of joltiks and boldore, the reds and yellows shining as they break from the dark clouds. (Though speaking of joltiks, there sure are a lot around them now, looking rather teary with Winter's other pokemon, the pokemon openingly sobbing at their Trainer's pain, more from the college joining in in shared pain.)

"Its... wonderful..." is said, Emmet looking to his broken human friend, that smile sure to be immortalized in his memory banks, even after his robot body is tossed to the scrap yard. Those tears finally fall, and Emmet curses his uselessness once more, that he can not save his friend after everything, that his brother will lose his only friend in the end when this hopeful future is just a head of them.

Against his programming, against all he knows, Emmet wishes for once in his life, a miracle, even knowing it is impossible...

Seems life just lives to show him how unfair it is.

-ABNORMALITIES DETECTED-

Is the notification that gets his attention, lit up screens for his eyes widening, both trying to take in more of the area and stunned disbelief.

Strange, odd glowing blue drops surround his dying friend, seeming to enter him and surround him.

"What-"

"It's coming from the pokemon... it's their tears." Ingo states, voice stunned as he is feeling.

Pokemon tears.

Both remember a conversation ever so long ago, rambledas it was but never forgotten.

"You don't think-" but the words are stolen from Emmet, fully taking in all the pokemon just in the room with them, from the ones they released from the experimental rooms, to trainer pokemon they liberated, from even wild ones that came to their aid. To all the pokemon who helped in their battle, Winter's own still crying their hearts out.

Here they were, at the ruined battlefield, each of their tears coming to the aid of the human that helped ensure the day to be saved.

And with a gasp and a flash of blue, Winter was practically brand new. Watching at those mismatched pale green and icy blue eyes blink slowly open, Emmet could only find himself staring, every bit of themselves completely still.

Before he burst out laughing, hugging the suddenly confused Winter close, twirling them around as he did.

"Oh BRAVO" his brother yelled, noise controll the furthest from either of their though processors as he proceeded to pick both of them up, hysterical laughter and tears all around.

... the world still wasn’t fair, there was still going to be a whole lot of annoying work and people around... but...

That didn’t mean it still wasn’t worth living in.

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I.. have so many thoughts about this au, not even funny. But what do I write about?

Robo hug. Nothing but robo hugs.

[luveline]

Asking for a little advice since you’re so incredibly well spoken and wise… I start my next uni semester next week and to say that I am nervous and stressed is an understatement. I’m typing all of this at 6 AM and have not had any sleep at all lol. All of my classes are science and math courses, and like you said (I believe) in an ask that you answered about what you had studied in uni the first time and now, I too am not too good at science. I get all A’s not because I’m good at it, but because I put so much effort into it. It feels pretty pathetic that I was always once considered the smart one in my family and friend groups, but I think I’m now just the academically burnt out student. I’m getting a job for the first time this semester, and I’ll be volunteering to build up my resume. There are so many more incredibly essential things (both uni related and personal life related) that I have to do in the next six months and I don’t think I will be able to handle it all. The thing is, I have no other option. It is what it is, and I just have to deal with it. Therefore, what would you say is the best way to remain positive and what methods do you think are useful to reduce stress or at least calm yourself down in times such as those?

I’m so sorry for venting, I just wanted to give context to make my question make sense. Love ya Jade🫶🏼

no it’s okay don’t be sorry!!

well, firstly I would say that to -it is what is is, as gently as I can, that that’s not technically true. I’m so sorry because I don’t know your situation and you might be sitting there thinking well yes it is I have no other alternative, but that is the sort of thinking I had when I was in my first year of university , and it was so so damaging to me, I was so cruel to myself because I was trying to reach a level I could not get to no matter how hard I tried, and I considered this a deep personal failing when it wasn’t the case!! I truly don’t doubt that you’re in between a rock and a hard place and that there’s nothing else you can do, but if I can give you some advice it would be to try and slow down. Sometimes it’s necessary to fail a bit if it means you can breathe properly at night. I’m not sure if this is helpful to hear but when I first started uni I tried so hard all the time but I was exactly like you where I was incredibly burned out but I had always been a hard working kid (though I don’t think I personally followed the burned out gifted kid thing I was just more average and struggling when the work got really hard) and trying to force myself to perform when I just couldn’t hurt me so badly. I was really sick and I made myself worse. I’m not saying that that is what you’re going to do, but I guess what I am trying to do is gently suggest that it isn’t feasible to hold yourself to this standard, and even if it puts your life on pause or if it stunts your academic progress, you need to look after yourself, I’m really really sorry please take what I’m saying as like I know fully that I’m an outsider and I don’t know you and this isn’t even the advice you asked for, but as someone who I think has been exactly where you are I guess I’m suggesting what I wish someone had told me to do, which was to reach out for as much help as you can right now before things get unmanageable. I hate thinking you’ve been up all night worrying, no one deserves that sort of anxiety. Please get some rest if you can.

it’s so soso because this has actually made me want to cry, I have tears in my eyes writing to you, I’m just so sorry for you my love, I can’t imagine how awfully tired you must be feeling trying to carry all this weight and pressure by yourself, it’s a really horrible thing to feel so stressed out and you don’t deserve it. If you can take it easier please do, but now I’m gonna try and answer your actual original question as best as I can! I’m not sure anyone enjoys being told this but meditation can work! It really doesn’t work for everyone but it actually does for me, as well as trying to snap yourself out of the stress response. If you go on YouTube or TikTok there are videos where you follow along and they try to snap you out of your anxiety, when I was at my absolute worst they did help some. Better is to tell someone!! I would not have survived my worst moments if I didn’t have the blessing that is my nice and extremely patient friends, I have really paranoid anxiety and if I can’t get it out it stews so much and makes me feel like I’m dying and I can’t recommend enough telling someone about your problem in detail and getting some reassurance. If you can’t tell a friend or don’t want to, there’s a text service in the UK called SHOUT where you can talk to volunteers about how you’re feeling, but they’re extremely busy at night and never answered in my experience so if you do need to chat there’s more chance they’ll answer in the mornings. They will listen to anything related to suicide, self game, eating disorders, anxiety, stress, abuse, and it’s completely confidential, they just want to listen, and they genuinely answer you with real compassion and thoughts on your situation. there’s also some ways to stay positive I’m sure you know this but eating well and sleeping well can help, but obviously if you’re struggling to begin with it’s difficult to do those things. A few years ago when I was struggling with suicidal thoughts every day I started keeping a gratitude journal, and there’s a lot of apps for that but I used one called Finch!!! He’s like a pet at the same time. It’s hard to stay positive when you feel alone and like you’re carrying a lot, so I’d maybe suggest not focusing on positivity, because when you fail to feel positive that might be another thing to upset you !! I totally get why you want to though.

there are other things I personally do to stay positive. Not sure if you can do these things but, I carve out time for my hobbies even if it means I fall behind on chores! I eat way too much sugar which is terrible for me but it makes me happy! The same for fancy drinks, I’m much happier every day if I can wake up and have a cold drink lol. Also you can get lots of dopamine from quick things like yoga or phone games. Washing your face with really cold water can help!! Im sorry if any of this comes off as patronising or condescending that’s the opposite of my intentions, I just want you to be happy!! I think it really struck a chord in me because I know I’ve felt exactly the same way and I remember how impossible the situation felt for me. I hope so much that you can be nice to yourself while your circumstances are less than kind honey!!! You deserve some rest!

[vincent-sinclair-deserved-better]

I'm just a little bit caught in the middle

Characters: The Patron x Reader

Words: 2856

Content warnings: break in, stalking

divider by firefly-graphics and delishlydelightfuldividers

At first, everything had seemed normal. The door had been locked and the hall undisturbed. But one step into the living room brought this illusion of peace to an abrupt ending. The glass sliding door that led out to the garden was wide open. On the floor between the sofa and the TV stand were a bunch of cables, the only sign left that there had been a flatscreen and gaming consoles once. Your thoughts immediately snapped to your PC, it had all your writing and important documents on it, and you basically ran towards your bedroom. The thought that maybe whoever was responsible for this could still be around didn't even cross your mind; all you cared about was checking if your things were still there – but as you had feared, the desk was empty. 

There were papers and pencils and random knick-knacks strewn all over the floor, drawers having been pulled out and turned over. You slowly stepped closer, looking down at the mess, the realisation that you most likely wouldn’t find any of your USB-sticks, external hard drives, or other storage devices among the chaos slowly settling in. Anything even remotely technological was gone. All your writing, years' worth of work, was gone.  

Everything you hadn’t managed or been willing to save online, at least. With all your older documents it hadn’t seemed necessary – you had it saved locally and on at least one other medium, that should’ve been enough, right? For your recent work, there had been persistent Wi-Fi issues keeping you from updating the cloud, and between uni and work you just hadn’t had the time or energy to keep running after the provider. 

You took a deep breath, trying to calm down and take a more rational approach to the situation. Panicking wouldn’t help. Not all your work was gone, after all. Sure, you had made quite some progress recently, having been hit by one of those mysterious bouts of inspiration, but you’d be able to rewrite it. Even if the thought hurt because you weren’t sure you’d manage to get it right a second time, that it would only feel like a weak copy. 

Then you remembered that at least some of it had only been copied to your PC from physical notes – sometimes, writing traditionally on paper helped you overcome a writer’s block, and especially in the last couple weeks the screen if both your PC and laptop had been daunting. The sight of the writing program had merely been a reminder of uni work and term papers, so you had been writing and taking notes in your notebook, along with the occasional sketch. Your bag hit the floor with a dull thud, and your hands were shaking as you unzipped it. But as soon as your eyes fell onto its contents, your heart dropped.  

No. It couldn’t be. 

You felt your throat tighten up, your chest constricting as fear and dread took over. The space that was supposed to hold your laptop and notebook was empty. Maybe your notebook had somehow slipped down, you head insisted, or maybe you had accidentally thrown it into the main compartment. Still, even turning over your backpack and emptying it of all its contents didn’t reveal anything new. Every single note, reference sketch, or silly scribbles had disappeared along with the book. 

Not only had your home been robbed, but someone had seemingly also stolen from you at uni. And finding that your wallet had remained untouched gave you a quite clear idea who was responsible. There had been a small group of more well of kids that had been harassing you for a few months now - yet there was nothing you could do. Even if you had evidence that they had taken things from your bag, the uni hadn’t cared about the bullying, violence, and stealing going on so far. Your case would hardly be different.  

Exhaustion hit you like a sledgehammer, yet you knew you should do something. At the very least you had to call someone about the broken door, right? Was it even broken? You hadn’t checked. 

You also probably needed to take pictures, keep notes on the exact state of the flat before tidying. Make a list of what exactly was gone, take inventory of what you had. And then... go to the police? Was this something they dealt with? Would they even take you seriously? Because they most certainly hadn’t the last time. 

When you had gone and asked for help with a possible stalker, they had sent you away, waved you off because you hadn’t been hurt or threatened so far. There supposedly had been nothing they could do. And even if that was true, they didn’t seem eager to investigate either. As you had been leaving the office, you’d overheard one man saying to another one how you should be flattered to have a secret admirer, and how women these days didn’t know how to take compliments anymore. 

Compliments were one thing, even anonymous love notes or whatever could have been acceptable – had they appeared in your mailbox or in front of your door, not your dinner table. Your secret admirer, or stalker, whatever you wanted to call him however had been entering your flat. Although, so far, he had only left fairly respectful notes and the gifts hadn’t been unusual or creepy. Except for the fact that he did seem to know your taste very well, even more than your friends or family, and certainly better than past partners.  

Either way, there didn’t seem anything you could do about the situation, and you didn’t want to risk angering him. You didn’t actually know anything about him after all, which made him and possible reactions to your actions unpredictable. Which also was part of the reason that, despite him not having shown any interest in your material possessions so far, you couldn’t deny he was the only person you were aware of who was certainly able to get in. Then again, he’d never left any evidence of having been there aside from his notes or gifts. This didn’t seem like him. Being a stalker was one thing, being a robber another. You sighed. 

Just then, a firm knock on the front door startled you, ripping you from your thoughts. For a moment, you just stood there, frozen in the middle of your bedroom, before shaking the momentary shock off. It would hardly be the people who’d broken in coming back to introduce themselves, and although it wasn’t typical to knock instead of ringing the doorbell, it wasn’t completely unheard of. Maybe a neighbour had seen or heard something and come to check on you. 

As you approached the front door, you spotted a white rectangle on the floor; a folded piece of paper that seemed to have been pushed through the gap between wood and laminate. You picked it up before peeking through the peephole, but you couldn’t see anyone in front of your door. Still, you opened the door to properly check if there was someone in the hall, but it was completely empty.  

Stepping back into the flat and gently closing the door, you unfolded the note. Both the manner of delivery and the wording were strange and unusual, there was no greeting or signature, but the handwriting was unmistakable. Your secret admirer, your “Patron”, had left you a message: 

Do not call the police, I will take care of it.

Against all reason and logic, you had done as the note had told you. You still had taken pictures and written down what had been taken, but nothing more. Cables had been pushed out of the way, the desk tidied, and you had gotten a new notebook from your ever-growing collection, before taking a shower and nap. By the time you'd woken up, it had already been dark outside, so you had plopped down on your sofa with some snacks and watched a film on your phone. Things could have been worse. 

The next morning, you did your best to pretend nothing had happened, pointedly ignoring the empty spaces on your desk and the living room wall. If by the time you got home from uni nothing had happened, you’d go to the police – even though you weren’t sure what exactly you expected to happen. All the note had said was that your secret admirer would “take care of it”. But when you entered the kitchen, you were surprised to find a bottle of your favourite drink, along with some pastries and chocolates on the counter. When you stepped closer, you noticed an envelope as well, but that wasn’t what made your breath hitch and heart skip a beat. 

Slowly and carefully, as if scared it would disappear, you picked up the notebook, covered in stickers and patches, a colourful chaos with only a marginal degree of system. You were almost hesitant to open it, almost expecting to find the pages blank or missing, but on first glance it seemed like everything was just as you had left it. Finding it here, in your kitchen, along with other gifts, meant that he had been inside your flat while you had been asleep, but you didn’t care. Nor did you want to know how or where he had gotten it. Sure, there was a chance that maybe it had been him who had stolen it only to heroically return it, but the idea seemed bizarre. The most important thing was that you had it back. 

You considered leaving it at home to make sure it was safe from your bullies, but you didn’t want to part with it. Instead, you got the padlock you usually used when travelling and locked the zippers of your backpack together. For a moment you wondered if you were overreacting, but then again, who cared? It was keeping your wallet safe as well. And the notebook, no matter how silly it might have seemed to outsiders, was one of your most important possessions. 

You filled a glass and grabbed the pastry back to go and have breakfast, then remembered the envelope and picked it up as well.  

My dear muse,  

Good morning, I hope your breakfast tasted wonderful and you had time to enjoy it immensely.  

I apologize for being so vague. I should have told you about what I was intending to do. I understand that my letter might have spurred unwanted feelings of dread because of that. I apologize yet again. 

However, I hope having your notebook back in your possession has given you some peace of mind. 

Concerning the rest... I will need a little more time to attend to the "other matters." I should have everything sorted by the time you return from your classes.  

If I am not able to recover the rest before you come back from university, I promise you I will bring them tomorrow.  

Have a nice and safe day, my darling.  

~ The Patron 

The letter was written in the usual style, which was more of a comfort than you had expected. Still, it was somewhat cryptic and left you a little puzzled, but you shrugged it off. You’d leave him to do what he’d planned – it's not like you could stop him anyway – and you’d see the result in the afternoon. It was almost the same as always, just that you usually didn’t receive any prior info or notification. 

Another thing that deviated from the norm was the fact that you left a note in return. Nothing special, just a simple “Thank you” on a sticky note. You felt somewhat unsure about it and almost threw it into the trash, but you forced yourself to put it on the table, right in front of the vase holding the most recent flowers he’d left you. It was just a tiny gesture of gratitude, there surely could be no harm in that. And you were grateful, more than words could express, so a small note was the least you could offer, right? 

Throughout the day you were pleasantly surprised that you didn’t run into any of your bullies. You didn’t even catch a glimpse of them, which was more than alright with you. They could be dead in a ditch somewhere and you wouldn’t shed a tear – and you doubted anyone else who’d been terrorised by the group would be too bothered. Then, towards the end of your last lecture, the rumours started. The lecturer tried to keep everyone’s attention, but people kept whispering to each other, and the group chat was blowing up, so the class was dismissed about fifteen minutes early. 

Despite trying to keep your curiosity in check and stay out of the gossip, you couldn’t help yourself when one of your fellow students ran up to you and asked if you’d already heard “the news”. You shrugged, “I haven’t heard or read anything yet, class just ended and the chat’s a freaking mess. I don’t think I’ll be reading through over 500 messages.” 

The other girl, Cailin, if you remembered correctly, snorted and replied, “Yeah, I get that, I’ve given up on that as well. But the general gist is the following: first of all, the resident ‘Alphas’ and their girlfriends claim to have been attacked yesterday after classes. However, they also claim that they don’t know by whom, and can’t describe this ‘attacker’ either. Plus, they weren’t injured or anything. Just had their shit thrown into the stream.” 

“No fucking way,” you said, mouth stretching into a grin, “For real? Has karma finally caught up to them?” 

“Oh, you have no idea,” Cailin continued, bouncing on her feet, “Y’know how like half of their relationships are set-up and like some kind of ‘arranged marriage’ type of stuff? Turns out that apparently Charlotte has been cheating on dear Johnny for... the whole length of their relationship. With anyone and everyone. Their parents are not happy. Then we have our self-proclaimed king Zack who’s been found with drugs on him, plus in his room, so he’s now being investigated by the police and his parents are threatening to disown him. Naturally, this is throwing a bad light on the Queen Bee’s family – and it does most certainly not help that someone leaked info and files that supposedly prove administration has fudged some grades in the past. It is suspected that they may have either been bribed or blackmailed. Either way... lots of shit is going down right now and I’m not sure if we’ll be seeing those guys again any time soon.” 

You smiled, genuinely and flooded with relief, “So maybe there is justice in this universe after all?” 

Cailin returned your smile, “Seems like it. And so far, they’re not getting too much sympathy from people around here.” 

“Serves them right,” you said, adjusting your backpack, “I really should head of now though, gonna miss the bus otherwise.” 

“Alright then, see you around,” Cailin replied and waved at you as you were leaving. 

Seeing your flat in basically the same state as you had left it the day before left you feeling both amazed and slightly unsettled. Somehow within the last six hours, “The Patron” had managed to return and install your TV, consoles, and PC. Everything undamaged. There was no a sign they’d ever been gone, or that someone had been in your home. You approached your desk slowly and sat down, looking at the computer screen like you’d never seen it before. Reaching for the on-switch was muscle memory, and the PC started without a hitch. You must’ve spent an hour at least just checking your documents and images, and miraculously finding everything as it had been. 

Again, the thought that “The Patron” had been behind the whole thing all along and that it was just a ruse to get into your good graces, but it just didn’t feel right. You wouldn’t say that you knew the guy or that you understood the way he was thinking; if anything, this had only brought up more questions. From being an anonymous, mysterious “secret admirer” who never really interacted with you in a direct manner, he’d turned into someone you now knew actually and actively cared about you as a person, in your everyday life. He had personally fixed an issue just as it had come up, he had most likely personally knocked on your door and left a note. 

He had been so close and actually let you know, even if it was only due to the special circumstances. 

Then you remembered the post-it you’d left and jumped up to almost run to the dining table. Your sticky note was gone, replaced by one simply saying:

At your service.  

Up until this day, you hadn’t had any desire to meet the mystery person stalking you. Even though the notes and gifts had been nice, it still had left you with an insistent sense of unease. But now, despite being completely unreasonable and irrational, a part of you wanted to have closer, more personal contact. Maybe you’d leave him a note again tomorrow. 

The Patron is @solmints-messyocdiary's OC, she's also the one who wrote his letter

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[rrelationshipadvice]

Sooo...

I'm friends with a boy with whom I've been in a situationship before. He ended things with me in January but we stayed in contact and after a month I asked him if we could try again with each other. He said no, because even though he really likes me as a person and would really want to stay in touch he's not in love and he doesn't think he'll ever be, he's just too afraid of commitment to do so. We agreed to continue as friends in the end (I also asked for some no contact to help me feel better and calmer).

We've been friends for a while now.

We text quite regularly, met up once but planned more hangouts (uni is crazy right now for the both of us) and talk on the phone. We're both in each others' close frineds list on instagram too. I think it's safe to assume that he didn't agree to be friends just to be polite. He's even fixing some behaviours that were sources of conflict before (like not telling me when he's busy just brushing me off - now he tells me and makes sure I know he likes to talk to me/meet up with me).

The thing is that I still like him a little, and I think he might like me too it's just that he can't sort out his own emotions. There were small things that happened that I don't really do with my guy friends (I have had multiple for years and years and I'm quite close with some of them). I'm talking about things like intense eye-contact, almost flirty teasing, brushing of hands/knees/arms, him saying "kisses" when ending a phonecall, stuff like that. He even told me that he doesn't care if people think that we're together, if they want to spread that rumour then so be it (I was really upset about people saying this, as I didn't want him to think that I want to get him back or make him uncomfortable in any way).

AND he also did something that confused me even more. Back when we first started talking he sent me a spotify playlist to show what music he liked. I loved it actually, started following it and asked why am I the only one who does when it's public and so good. At first he thought it was private and then said it's probably because he doesn't show it to many people. I think it was private and he made it public to show me (he also added like 24 songs to it that same day but none after that for a while). He started adding songs again like 5 days ago. Some of them have some pretty interesting lyrics (for example "I wanted to kiss you but I didn't know how" or "I'm going crazy for you"). BUT I'm not the only one following it anymore, there's another user. He also posted a new profile pic like 5 days ago. And on that same day a close friends story with some music (no suggestive lyrics there but it's weird to me that he knew I would be reminded that I'm still in his close friends list).

Is he trying to make me jealous or something?? Is there someone new he's talking to? Why would he use a playlist that his "ex-situationship" follows to show someone (I think that is a bit risky because it could easily be interpreted as him being not completely over me or make the girl feel like a replacement).

I'm probably overanalyzing things. I might be jealous but mostly I am confused. It's unusual for him to be this active on social media (or at least he wasn't like this while we were in that situationship).

I've just started to make peace with being there for him as a friend since I love spending time with him and he's so supportive and kind to me. He can calm my anxiety down like only my closest friends can. But it makes me feel weird that I might be dragged into something where I'll be "the other woman" or something like that.

What should I do? Should I ask him if he's seeing someone? Should I just continue being close/connecting with him? How do I stop myself from constantly thinking about what he might be thinking or feeling? I really don't want to go no contact but I'm getting tired of having to calm myself down and constantly worrying about being percieved as trying to get back together.

Thanks for anyone who answears, I'm genuinely at my wits end right now.

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[symphonic-scream]

tell me abt the okujima single parent au 🥺

HEY SORRY YEAH HERES MORE

Makoto was so eager to impress Haru in the beginning. And always, really. But. Oh she was down bad right from the start

She's got like. Negative natural rizz and kept trying to flirt and it was so fucking painful. Stuff like "aha, wow nice weather. Kinda. Kinda like you"

"...Ms Niijima it's raining??"

Akira and Ren just had to watch their mom be cringefail and. Somehow she still got a date. And married. Damn.

Their first date is dinner at a pretty low-key neighborhood pub, and. Makoto was convinced it would be just a nervous first date but her sister insisted on watching the boys, taking them for Aunt Night

Makoto wears her nicest buttonup, charcoal, with black pants and a navy tie. She's embarrassed that she has to take her date on the bus, but Haru, in her lovely summer dress and pulled up hair, she uses it as an excuse to tuck right into her side

Haru is batting her eyelashes throughout the dinner, practically playing footsie under the table. The wait staff are confused cause. One of them heard Makoto ask Haru what her favourite flavor of cream cheese was. And then talk about why her favourite was garlic chive

You see anything could've happened on that date and Haru still would have intended to spend the night with Makoto. She's been down bad from the start too, so down bad she pushed herself through a very awkward encounter with her own daughter, trying to explain why she wasn't going to come home that evening

Haru: you'll be fine on your own tonight, right? I don't need to call your grandpa?

Kotone: mama? Aren't you just going on a date with that library lady? Why wouldn't you come home?

Haru: well. You see.

Kotone: ...YOURE GONNA DO THAT ON THE FIRST DATE?! MAMA?!

Haru decides, much later, so much so that it's nearly morning, that the result was worth that conversation.

Tae and Sae both adore Haru, and spoil Kotone as much as they do the twins. They're the dual income lesbian aunts bringing the gift reckoning. They're adored

Okay some more focus on the kids once they're more grown cause. I have stuff for them too

Kotone, of course, mega gay, in love with both Yukari and Mitsuru. Mitsuru confesses to both when she graduates, a year ahead of them. She says it's clear there's something between all three of them but with her leaving, that at least Yukari and Kotone should try. And if either still has a splinter of feelings for her by the next year, to join her at uni

She gets showered in kisses before she leaves, of course. As of either would ever lose interest in her, of all people. Mitsuru and Akihiko room together and it's very much Lesbian and Gay Man existing in barely functioning shared space

I hc that Mitsuru likes to physically separate her work from her relaxation. Aka she just. Strips when she gets home from class. Lounges in a bra and panties. Akihiko hates it.

Her next set of roommates. Are much more appreciative

Kotone and Yukari spend the year getting closer. They don't call it dating, wouldn't be right without their third. But. They kiss, and when they have sleepovers they share the bed, waking up cuddled together. But it's not datinf, they're not dating

Until they both move in with Mitsuru. All three, at uni together, in one apartment. Yukari is the big cuddler. Always starting contact randomly. Mitsuru is. For lack of a better term the horniest of the three, and Kotone. Is so full of love

Though it is a lot when she's curled up with Yukari and Mitsuru just starts. Kissing her neck all sensual

TIME FOR THE BOYS

So Ren as a teen is pretty quiet, calm. His ADHD meds get lowered, just a little. He's athletic, enjoys gymnastics actually. He's besties with Kasumi and Sumire, and he has a thing for track champ Ryuji. Ren's also really open with his feelings. So within a week Ryuji is his boyfriend

Ren also has glasses. He doesn't need them. It just keeps him from being confused for Akira

And. Well. Akira. Never lost his trouble maker genes, he's besties with Futaba and has the crafty mind of someone who always knows a little too much. He has a fact about everything, and his meds are at the max. He's reached the legal limit. Impulse control is not his strong suit

He's on debate team, and every week he has a battle of wits with Goro. Everyone else knows they're in love but them. Long story short, right after their final debate they end up in a closet making out. Nearly more but they get discovered

Makoto and Haru don't end up having a kid of "their own". They dont

...stop looking at me like that

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Someone convince me out of adding the P4 group into this mess with another kid-