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valwrote · 4 months

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PICK YOUR DOMESTIC HUSBAND 🛒

WHICH HUSBAND IS ON THE DOMESTICITY MENU TODAY?

featuring: diluc, alhaitham, zhongli, wriothesley, neuvillette.

synopsis: glimpses into married life with the genshin men.

warnings: implied fem!reader, occasional pet names, ooc (I have a sparse idea how diluc works, mention of "activities" (just mention I can't write smut pls), silly goofy ah loser coded men, mild swearing (damn, heck)

a/n: *stretching my back and crunching my neck.* I'm back from the dead. apologies for the choppy writing. thanks for the support on the other posts, if only I could write 50-page essays thanking everyone. <33 :')) not proofread.

DILUC 🍷

PRODUCT NAME: BREAKFAST AND KISSES IN BED. Diluc always hated the Knights of Favonius…

He hated how most of them just stand around like buffoons and do not partake in any actual work that involves saving Mondstadt. He wouldn’t admit that he enjoys playing Batman. He hated them all except for one.

One he was willing to forgive all flaws of. "Knight of Favonius…always so inefficient,” He scoffed at the pathetic sight of the hilichurls trying to dry roast a few knights roped to a wooden stick for their dinner. “Seriously, You’re so right Master Diluc.” Diluc’s head turned so fast at the sound of a new voice. When did you get here? Were you always there and how did he not sense you around?

That’s simply how you always were. A hard worker amidst slackers – he always termed despite Jean trying to explain that others work hard too. Perhaps that’s what caught his attention, honestly, he would never know what did. “G’morning…” He murmured against your skin, head buried in the crook of your neck, your flushed bare back pressed against him. “5 more minutes…” he heard your soft and groggy voice evoking a chuckle from the usually passive man. “Have I ever told you…how beautiful you are?” Diluc muttered against your skin. You smiled and turned around, “You always do. I remember my Dark-Knight Hero crying at the altar.” You pressed a finger against his chest, while he scoffed at the memory. “Don’t remind me about that, Kaeya doesn’t let me live that down…” He sighed, his brother consistently brought up the matter of him crying whenever he was losing an argument. Foul play if you ask anyone. “So…breakfast downstairs or in the bed?” He planted a kiss on your cheek while you hummed out a response, “Bed, you didn’t exactly go easy on me the previous night.” You recalled the events of the passionate night the day before. The honeymoon phase never seemed to end. “I am so sorry–” He panicked,” You're not in pain are you? I promise I’ll be gentle– I knew I should’ve been more considerat–” You stopped him by pressing a kiss against his lips. He groaned at the feeling of your soft lips touching his hands tangling themselves in your hair.

“I’m kidding silly… you should stop taking things so seriously unless you want me to start searching for grey hairs amidst those red locks of yours.” You snickered out seeing him release a breath of relief.

If the Darknight Hero really does exist, he's probably just someone in disguise. When he gets up in the morning to brush his teeth, it's the real him. He was his real him in front of you. People may call him a loser for such vulnerability…he was a loser for you.

ALHAITHAM 🌱

PRODUCT NAME: READING BOOKS OUT LOUD. One would say married to someone like Alhaitham was nothing short of a nightmare. They weren't 100% right. Shrouded beneath the aloof and meticulous personality resided someone who was in complete denial towards being loved. He loves it.

Who was he kidding? Nobody in a million years thought someone could put up with his insufferable personality — said Kaveh, his unpaying tenant. That was until he ran into you during his time as the newly appointed Scribe. You were like a painter, splashing heaps of paint in his 90s black-and-white life. Was eating ice cream always this enjoyable or was it because it was with you? Was the gossip between co-workers always this interesting or was it because it included you?

Why was his heart having an entire Queen’s rock and roll concert talking to you? Was it cardiac arrest or– He almost shuddered at the thought of it being what they called love.

“You’ve got flour on your face, sweetheart.” His teal eyes blinked amusingly into yours, a faint smile curling up his lips. You must have saved a nation in your previous life to land this man as your husband. Beige shirt perfectly sculpting around his abs – contrary to him calling himself “feeble,” hair slightly tousled and slight sleepiness in his eyes. He might not act like it but he was a little child whose needs had to be tended to like the coffee mug in his hands which you made, like usual. You wouldn’t want a cranky Alhaitham now, would you? “Hmpf, not my fault, this cooking book is completely bogus!” You rubbed your cheeks with the back of your hand, wiping away any remaining flour. “This is so boring…if only someone could provide their poor wife with some entertainment.” You always resorted to theatrics to get him to do things for you, albeit begrudgingly. “No, the same tactic is not going to work again.” “Please…” “No…” He groaned, tone almost pleading not to put him through the torture again. “During better or worse!” You resorted to the ace up to your sleeve. WEDDING VOWS! “Stop quoting the wedding vows.” He sighed in defeat. The most intellectually gifted man in the nation couldn't win against his own wife. Ironical. He got up and grabbed a book out of the bookshelf; a small fraction of his much larger library.

“Miss Elizabeth,” Alhaitham lazily flipped through the pages earning a rebuke. “More emotion! You are ruining the scene.” Alhaitham sighed and cleared his throat, “I love you most ardently…” His tone was feathery soft, emotion surging in it. A smile crept up as he stared at you endearingly.

“That’s much better. Though I seriously think Mr Darcy should’ve said– Miss Elizabeth, allow me to kiseth thy lovely lips.” You mimicked the deep voice of the character with the failing British accent. “Please have mercy on Jane Austen’s ghost and let her enjoy the afterlife.” Alhaitham chuckled and continued reading as you continued baking. It was a shame that a man of such talent only paid attention to the truth itself and not to the people around him. If only the searching eyes of the ordinary say the exception to his indifference, you.

This was your biosphere, just you, him, novels and food encapsulated inside your small home.

ZHONGLI 🪨

PRODUCT NAME: ALWAYS ON HIS MIND. What is the best but the most useless flex you have? Being married to the Geo Archon. The inability to just tell the whole world that you are married to the frigging god was painful. You yourself were surprised by your ability to control yourself. Zhongli was a man of carefully curated words. Instead of words, straight-up poetry flew out of his mouth. Everyone knew how much he adored his wife, every vendor, every acquaintance, heck even Venti. Wangsheng Funeral Parlor's mysterious consultant. Handsome, elegant, and surpassingly learned. Excellent memory. A master of courtesy and rules. The amount of poor women who have tried to grab his attention. "Mr.Zhongli, how does this look?" the woman, who he remembered meeting over a history discussion 17 days ago. "Hm?" his amber eyes shifted to gaze at the hairpiece the lady was holding. "Most exquisite.." He remarked, seemingly going into deep thought. Instead of a compliment, he said something that made the woman back away, "Such beautiful craftsmanship...may I ask you to tell me where you found this? I wish to buy one for my wife–" he paused, seeing the lady vanished after pointing at the shop where she got it from. "Zhongli, you should be able to tell why people approach you..." Hutao sighed, standing beside the rather oblivious gentleman. "Let's just continue...we've got customers to find!" Hutao started walking alongside the railing, hoping to find people in need of funeral services. "Maybe we should go and ask peopl– Zhongli??" Hutao looked around for the Consultant, who was caught up chatting with a shopkeeper over some earrings. "Zhongli!" Hutao called out to him, causing his head to turn towards the director. "Oh, apologies...It seems I got too carried away. These earrings caught my eye...I'm sure [Name} would love them.." he mumbled, staring at the jewellery. "I'll take them." "Mister Zhongli? What about the payment..." The shopkeeper meekly asked, causing Zhongli to turn his head fully at Hutao; gazing expectantly. Hutao should've expected this... "Zhongli, we are out here to find customers! Not buying gifts for [Name], her birthday is months away!" "They say the best things should be done first. After all, why must I wait for one specific day to express my love for my beloved?" Zhongli asked curiously and Hutao shaked her head; love was clearly out of her expertise. Zhongli, he is particular about everything. He only attended the best operas and focused on the perfect ratio for the creation of an authentic dish. On a typical day, all you will glean from him is a few pieces of useless trivia, because he particularly enjoys sharing these fun tidbits with you. He was particular about you and your likings. A smile on your face was what he wanted by the end of the day. For being someone alive for 6000 years, he could proudly say that he loved and cherished something– someone.

"Wait here, Director Hu...Perhaps I should get those flowers over there to accompany the hairpin and earrings..."

WRIOTHESLEY 🐺

PRODUCT NAME: BATTLE TO BUY A DOG OR NOT.

"Wriothesley, I want a dog!" You crossed your arms, staring down at the Duke who was glued to the chair in his office. “But why? That’s just unnecessary responsibility…” Wriothesley sighed, rubbing his temples. This was the 3rd time this month you’ve brought up this topic. Was he that incompetent in terms of filling his role as your significant other? Perhaps not with the never-ending paperwork. Oh, how he wished people would just stop committing crimes. “I get lonely in the Fortress…I want a child.” You put forth your point by using the term ’ child’. Child, dog same thing. You hoped to finally convince him this time.

“We have Sigewinne.” Wriothesley pointed at the head nurse prepping tea in the room with the back of his pen. “I am sorry, Your Grace but playing the role of the child is out of my job description.” The Melusine replied indifferently, pouring freshly seeped tea into the three cups. “Fine, we will go get one…I’ll schedule a meeting with the owner of the pet shelter. Happy?” He asked you, chin resting on his palm. Perhaps getting a dog was a good idea as he was guilty of being unable to spend quality time with you… “No way…” “Isn’t that..?” “The Duke of the Meropide–” “He rarely appears in public..” Wriothesley held out the door to the shelter for you, hoping you would go in and it would finally save him from the gaze of curious onlookers. The two of you walked in, only to be pounced upon by a big dog. “Kal! You sly dog! I knew I shouldn’t have let you out!” The caretaker yelled at the big ball of black fur who had tackled Wriothesley to the floor and was aggressively licking his face, tail wagging in delight. “Are you okay?” You asked your fallen husband, who just chuckled in response. “I am good just– Okay stop! I understand your gesture of love.” Wriothesley got up as the dog encircled him. “This one is so adorable…” you gasped at the cuteness radiating from the dog and its big brown eyes. “You’ve got a keen eye! This is Kal, Shiloh Shepard, one of the finest dogs out there.” The caretaker combed her fingers through the thick and groomed black coat of the canine. “He seems to have taken a liking to the Duke.” The caretaker continued as the dog ran back to Wriothesley, peppering his face with licks. “He even looks like you.” You teased as Wriothesley stared at you in disbelief. You did not just compare him to a dog…he even did a double take at the dog to confirm. “We will take this one then…” He chuckled in amusement. Never had he imagined marrying you and on top of that getting a four-legged beast. Needless to say, Wriothesley proudly walked out of the shelter, holding the big dog in his hands like a child. It felt complete ever since getting Kal; like your own little family. Wriothesley wouldn’t admit it but he loved the dog, despite it hogging all of your love and attention. He didn’t expect to be fighting over cuddling rights with a dog!?

He watched you and Kal sleep peacefully on the couch, keeping him company while he finished up his work. He felt a sense of gratitude…people of the Fortress knew little of the crime he once committed. The only one who still remembers it like yesterday is Wriothesley himself. And no matter how much glory or repute he has earned, he still considers himself to be the same old Wriothesley he's always known.Neither a good person nor a complete villain. He's just another soul, still living on in this world. However, your eyes always reassured him in ways he couldn’t describe. Everything was perfect…

[Name]!! YOURDAMN DOG PISSED ON MY COAT!! Maybe not that perfect…whoops.

NEUVILLETTE 🌊

PRODUCT NAME: HELPING THE OTHER DRESS.

Monsieur Neuvillette, The Iudex of Fontaine, always wondered how his life had come to this. 500 years of serving his position as the Beacon of Justice, a lovely, beaming baker somehow broke the monotony. Well, calling you just a baker was now an insult. With your ring finger bejewelled, with one of the rarest gems– an ode to his undying loyalty and representation of his eternal love. “It’s astounding how a covert mission conducted by melusines could’ve landed someone such as myself a lady like her…” He muttered to himself, seeing his full form in the mirror. “Talking to yourself, again?” You leaned against the door frame, lopsidedly smiling at the peculiar antics of Fontaine’s most distinguished man. “Ah, apologies…I didn’t think you would notice me conversing with myself. Now I find myself in a rather awkward predicament.” He chuckled. Dear god, this man was so beautiful that his beauty was almost blinding with the morning sun perfectly hitting his face.

“Say ah,” You requested and he complied. Who better to take constructive criticism from other than your husband? “New filling?” He covered his mouth while chewing on the croissant. “Yup, how is it? I was experimenting with some Rainbow Roses and these Inazuman berries I bought.” You blinked curiously, waiting for some input. “Hmm it is very pleasant, it is fascinating how you manage to maintain the freshness of the fruit…” You smiled at his compliment, before noticing him struggling with the jabot around his neck. “Need help?” You offered and he nodded his head. “This is absurd..it usually isn’t this difficult.” He frustrated replied, it was amusing to see the cool and collected man all worked up about clothing. “I suggest simplifying your outfit.” You attached the jabot and secured it in with the teardrop brooch, fixing the ruffles.

“Thank you. I do prefer my outfit as it conveys the message I wish for it to convey.” He explained before staring at you. You knew that look, he looked at you with his eyebrows slightly creased when he was hesitating from saying something. “What is it?” “Do I get a goodbye kiss before I leave?” “Pfft! I didn’t think you would take that seriously!” Conclusion: this man was wayyy to cute.

Neuvillette is a solitary person. Neuvillette is not known for his personal desires.

He was deemed as someone with unassailable impartiality. If only they knew that perhaps the Iudex was just a wee bit biased.

a/n 2.0: the crust will come off...hopefully. i wonder if it's possible to guess which one of them is my favourite??

don't steal, copy, plagiarise, or translate.

©definitelysel

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marengogo · 13 days

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Are You Sure?! - #3: Jungkook Is My Chef - Jin, 2020

Neva Play - by Megan Thee Stallion feat. RM

[Music is a very big part of my life and I’m MOSTLY INCAPABLE of writing without music, so I just thought I'd share what I am listening to while writing this]

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Hello sassy Gurls, Bois and Enbys, how y’all do~ing?

Told ya I was gonna use this gif a lot, this is basically me, for real - for real! Hope you are enjoying Neva Play by Megan Thee Stallion feat. RM, and I also hope you get to feel relaxed at some point in your day/week/life, which by the way, I have been feeling for the past 5 days and let me tell you relaxing was a very old feeling I hadn’t felt in such a long-ass time that I am frankly shocked and I am loving it. You know, that feeling where I can finally feel myself completely, talk to those I want to talk when I want to, and go about my day with absolutely no hurry:

Revolutionary! Staycations are where it’s at. If you haven’t tried it, I highly advise it.

Anyways.

Staying at home and only leaving the house for more relaxing activities got me thinking about a lot of things, one of these things being JK & Domesticity. As we all know or not my Twin-flame is not big on travelling, to be precise, he hates walking. He is the type of guy who would rather stay at home and cook you a very exquisite meal accompanied with the perfect drink he is a proper Earth sign he is a Staycation Connoisseur; what did you think he had all those mattresses for?! Duh. Another thing he’s not big on is doing things he doesn’t want to, and/or doesn’t like, add that to travelling and you have the perfect How to Turn-Off JK Package 😬.

But people the members at some point figured out a way to get around this particular aversions of his, being was bribery 😌, which would usually go “If you come with me to X, you’ll get to do Y”. Now, that was for 17 years old JK, who was extremely bad with the aforementioned, but let me tell you about 27 year old JK, you still might have to bribe him to a certain extent, but the acceptance rate is much easier; the growth is 👌🏾. However, you know who actually even doesn’t have to bribe a 27 year old JK? Literally, this person just has to ask? If anything JK has been the one trying to bribe this person for a good year 😬… Yeah! You guessed it, this guy 👇🏾

I don’t want to call my Twin-Flame a simp, cause he can definitely stand on business, but sometimes bro 🙄… 😩… anyways I’ll let him off for today. I’ll let him off because in all honesty, I am very impressed, and somewhat touched, by the level of attention he’s been bestowing JM during each episode, but real talk, he's been at it for years now, particularly when it comes to food, which is one of JK’s biggest loves so big it could compete with JM and also just so happens to be something that JM seems to be … somewhat selective about.

The first time I clued in on this was during this live:

During this live, JM just so casually informed JK that the champagne they were being served was the only champagne he could drink, and you could literally see JK’s eyes and brain making notes. Not sure why JK had to know that bit of information, but sure, okay 🙄… this was November 2021. Fast forward to October 2022, almost a whole year later, during this live:

Our Party-Party-Yeah Unit gets together and JK prepares champagne for everyone, except JM, at which Tae tries to make JM drink, which he refuses, and Hobi tries to understand why he is not drinking it, at which JM explains:

JK kept silent the whole while drinking and eating as one does when food is your passion, cause he knew better, in fact, he knew so much better that going back to 2021, during JM’s birthday live in October, even before the “Champagne Live”, he casually gifted JM a bottle of joy and 3 bottles of water of course, because even though JM asked for 1, you never know when you might need more water, you know?! 🤡 (Also, I’ll have you know that, personally, I am team JK Prepared That BD Cake, but as always, to each their own beliefs).

So let’s keep fast-forwarding. We are now in 2023 and from America to Korea to Japan, Airplane pat.2 style, this is JK:

So my question here is: Does this look like the type of knowledge that a person who rarely sees someone would be in possession of? Imagine getting to seldomly meet someone and all you do is ask them about their dietary requirements, just so you can meet them again briefly and … recite said requirements to them? Not when they have the same inside jokes, the same taste, and, out of all the members, they seem to be very invested in couple-matching clothing like heavily?

Doesn’t it make more sense for this to perhaps be the result of continuous exposure to a certain behaviour/situation? JM often eats spicy things, hence he likes spicy things. JM likes this particular combination of flavours, so I think he will like this kimbap, also this sukiyaki and that ramen, etc etc etc. I’ve cooked so many things with pink sausage for JM, I was way shocked when he said it was ham! … All I am saying is that if JK didn’t budge when Tae couldn’t tell the difference between ham and pink sausage, but was hella shocked when JM couldn’t, he must have his reasons to assume that JM ought to have known.

Y’all think I’m reaching about JK being very knowledgeable about JM’s nutrition facts? Understandable … but my husband 💅🏾 if you are new to my blog, Jin is my husband 🤡 seems to have thought the same thing as me shocker all the way back in 2020 as shown by this Festa profile that he filled while “pretending” to be JM:

This profile lives rent free in my head, and to this day, I’d like to ask my husband what was the reason? He was able to come up with very abstract, and profound, associations for all the members, except JK, his was very concrete and oddly specific; don’t you think? Cause you know what? If you think about it a little harder, you can be cuties, next-chair-soul-mates, god-like, aegyo-buddies, and best friends at a distance. But a chef? You gotta be physically present to cook and feed someone... and I’ll leave that at that. Very specific I tell you. Very specific.

This was literally all I think he truly wanted: a staycation with JM.

All JK wanted was to “have a drink with JM”, most likely because he thought he couldn’t ask for more during their busy schedules. BTW, how mad is it to tell your mate that you are going to a whole other country to have a drink with someone? Though he does strike me to be the type of guy who gets you in for one drink and makes you stay for eggs, jussayin’ …

This was supposed to be just one trip. Once again, JK had tried all year to get some alone time with JM, so if one trip was all he got, to make the memories he might have felt he needed to get by in case they didn’t get to enlist together which they didn’t know during they would have during the NY trip: THEN SO BE IT. After all he had settled for a drink, one trip? Now that's luxury!

YET…

NY - JM was kijul most of the time so, out-of-the-blue-cheese, caretaker was added as a job description. BUT not to fret … they got to go on another trip. Hell yeah!

JEJU - Last minute change: They ended up becoming hosts, which hey, they were great hosts! The guest had fun and the hosts were delighted. Win-win.

SAPPORO - … I wouldn’t be surprised if JK stopped by a trusted shaman before the trip, in order to learn preventive measures 🤡 not all shamans are evil y’all ….

Winter. Snow. Reminiscing: Perfection 👌🏾.

I think he would have been ready to Taekwondoo anyone who dared to come between Him and his JM Time. TBH I would have been ready to fight as well, I am his Twin-Flame after all and all I really ever want is for him to have what he wants. ALWAYS. I honestly truly want him to be happy, as much as possible, which, on this Sapporo trip, he seems to be a lot, by the looks of it particularly when all he wants is a drink in good company.

To conclude, the way I am looking forward, but also not, to episode 7 and 8 y’all can’t even begin to understand 🤡. JK’s excitement, romantic spirit, and clinginess levels are off the roof bro, so I’m a bit, on my toes he a simp he a simp he a simp. One thing I will also have to say tho, which I am fairly glad about, is that both JM & JK have finally learned how to be ready for the presence of a camera; kudos to you bros! 🤡

Always respectfully yours 🫰🏾💜,

Marengo.

#Are You Sure?! Ep 5-6 #Are You Sure?!

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darl-ingfics · 15 days

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Sicktember Day 5: Rogue Organ

Fandom: Seventeen

Sickie: DK/Seokmin (tonsilitis)

Caregiver(s): Vocal Line

Word Count: 1266

Notes: Medical inaccuracies who? Also, for the timeline, we're putting 'late award season' around early January cause I was getting overwhelmed looking at different lists. Also, was this inspired by this post by @btshurtcomfortprompts? Yes, it was, but it clearly took shape for a different group, so I do apologize for that.

“Wait. Are you sick again?” Seungkwan asked after Seokmin’s coughing fit subsided. The older vocalist shrugged noncommittally, rubbing at the base of his throat. “Hyung, that’s like… the fourth time in as many months. That’s not normal.” Seokmin mumbled something unintelligible as his head fell into his arms folded on the table. Seungkwan looked desperately between Jeonghan and Joshua. “Guys, this isn’t normal!”

The two older members exchanged a glance. No, this certainly wasn’t normal. Seungkwan wasn’t exaggerating: Seokmin had indeed fallen ill several times in the last few months. It had started near the end of award season, when a nasty cold had spread around the whole team. No one had really batted an eye when he was sick again in early February, assuming he’d jumped back into work too fast after bug from January. March had seen the members completing more solo activities, coming and going at such odd hours that his third cold had almost gone completely unnoticed, except for the watchful eye of Soonyoung and Seungkwan, who’d forced him to the doctor for antibiotics. Which had helped. Obviously, temporarily.

Joshua pulled out his phone. “I can call our company doctors and see if they…”

“No, no doctor.” Seokmin cut him off with a violent shake of his head. “I’m fine. It’s probably just overuse.” He missed the way Jeonghan and Joshua’s eyes narrowed at that excuse, how they made eye contact.

“Okay, first of all, overuse doesn’t cause a cough like that,” Jeonghan argued. He crossed his arms over his chest, worried hyung-mode activated. “Second, you take incredibly good care of your voice so it doesn’t get overused. And third, we haven’t even done anything recently that could even cause…”

“Okay, hyung, I hear you.” There was an edge in Seokmin’s voice none of them were used to hearing. Seungkwan grabbed Joshua’s shoulder, confusion and worry clear on his face.

“What’s with the attitude?” Jeonghan asked.

“It’s not an attitude. I just don’t appreciate being treated like a child.” Jeonghan scoffed at that, and Seokmin glared up at him. “I’m serious, hyung! I can make my own health decisions, and I say no doctor.”

“Seokmin, you’re being ridiculous. It can’t hurt to at least see a doctor…”

“I’M NOT GOING!” Joshua and Seungkwan both jumped at the volume of Seokmin’s voice. Jeonghan flinched away too. All three were frozen in shock as Seokmin bent over coughing again. When the fit finally left him, gasping wheezily, he whispered, “Please don’t make me go. Please.” With those words, Seokmin shrunk in on himself, hiding his face in his hands. The silence that followed was palpable. The remaining three members’ eyes volleyed back and forth.

Joshua moved first, sliding into the chair next to Seokmin. He gently wove his hands with the younger man’s, noting how Seokmin’s muscles tensed at his touch. “Why don’t you want to see a doctor?” Joshua asked, voice quiet, as if they were the only people in the room.

Seokmin finally raised his eyes. Joshua did his best not to flinch at the tears clouding his friend’s vision. “Cause last time I was there, they said it might be my tonsils and that I’d have to get them out!” The last word was choked by a sob that sent the tears pouring down his face.

“Oh, honey.” Joshua pulled Seokmin to him, allowing the younger vocalist to completely break down. Seungkwan ran to the other side of Seokmin’s chair, rubbing his friend’s back.

“It hurts so much,” Seokmin cried, words muffled in Joshua’s shoulder.

“I’m sure it does, if it’s your tonsils,” Joshua replied.

“Hyung, it might not be the worst thing to get them out, though,” Seungkwan suggested carefully. “That would stop the pain.”

“But…” Seokmin took a shuddering breath, sitting up from Joshua’s embrace to look at them both. “But what if something goes wrong?”

“Goes wrong?” Joshua asked. He gently tucked Seokmin’s hair behind his ear, attempting to maintain as much contact as possible.

Seokmin nodded, clearly trying not to sob again. “What if they ruin my voice and I can’t… I can’t sing any-anymore?!” The hiccup in his voice triggered another cough.

Joshua smoothed away a tear from Seokmin’s cheek. “Baby, that has to be so rare.”

“But not impossible!”

“Minnie, look.” Jeonghan, who had appeared without any of them realizing it, thrust his phone between the trio, pointing to a highlighted quote on the screen. “I’ve been doing research and it says that it’s a myth that tonsillectomies change your voice. They don’t even touch your vocal cords.” Seokmin took the phone, rereading the screen several times. He clicked out of the article, scrolling through other articles from Jeonghan’s search. “Plus, if you do get your tonsils out, that means unlimited popsicles.”

“That’s not helping right now,” Seokmin admitted simply, eyes still glued to the phone. Joshua patted Jeonghan’s back, a ‘thank you’ for trying.

“Well you know what might help?” Seokmin didn’t even have time to respond before Seungkwan threw his arms around him from behind, crushing him in a hug that nearly squeezed the phone from his hand. With the speed of vipers, Joshua and Jeonghan swooped in, capturing their sunshine from all sides. “What do you say now? Feel any better?”

“A little bit,” Seokmin conceded, even though fresh tears were brimming in his eyes. But that had more to do with the love of his members than the pain in his throat or the fear that came with that pain. “Thank you.”

“What else are we good for?” Jeonghan joked. A ripple of laughter passed through the group hug.

“But I still don’t want to see the doctor.”

“It’s not a matter of want anymore, hyung,” Seungkwan replied. “

Seokmin rolled his eyes. “I said I didn’t want to, not that I wouldn’t go.”

“Well now you’re just being difficult.”

“Did I… miss something?”

Instead of breaking apart, the four men assembled in the group hug simply craned their necks to see Jihoon standing in the doorway looking desperately confused.

“Dokyeomie needs to get his tonsils out,” Jeonghan explained. “So we are providing him moral support and positive vibes.”

Without a word, Jihoon hurried to join the hug. “I’m so sorry, Kyeomie.”

“It’s okay. I had a bad feeling it was coming when the doctor said it last month.” He laughed once, a tad of embarrassment hidden in the noise. “And I may or may not have overreacted a bit about it this morning.”

“What? You? Overreacting? Never!” Jeonghan gasped much to the delight of his dongsaeng who nudged him, shuffling the whole hug in the process.

“I assume that means you haven’t told anyone about this yet?” Jihoon sighed.

Joshua shook his head. “It was kinda hard to call a manager with a friend so severely upset.” Seokmin gently rested his forehead against Joshua’s shoulder, a soft ‘thank you’ for the support that shoulder had provided just moments before.

“So what I’m hearing is that you have no real confirmation that your tonsils need to come out…”

“Hyung, please don’t give me hope. I want to keep my delusions low.”

“I think that’s nearly impossible for you, hyung,” Seungkwan said in reply. “But I admire your delusion in your own delusions.” Seokmin attempted to elbow him, managing to hit Jeonghan instead and setting off a minor skirmish that ended in the breakup of the group hug. But the hug had served its purpose: all five of them, especially their precious Seokmin, were laughing together. And that laughter would carry them through, no matter what the doctor had to say.

#sicktember2024 #sicktember #sicktember day 5 #seventeen sickfic #svt sickfic #kpop sickfic #kpop fanfic #seventeen fanfic #sickie dk #caretaker jeonghan #caretaker joshua #caretaker woozi #caretaker seungkwan #darlingfics

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innytoes · 2 years

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could you write a jatp fanfiction where Flynn and Julie have to solve Carrie's murder? Nick and Carrie fought very aggressively at a party and Julie, Flynn, and the phantoms (which are still ghosts but can transfer into human form if they want to) find her dead the next day. She can die however you like. It would be cool if ir ended with "turns out we have a murder to solve."

Okay but Stupidest Season 2 Canonverse. Carrie gets murdered and ends up as a ghost. But ever since Julie's magic hug, the boys can't see other ghosts that have been made after the Magic Hug.

So Carrie is just like, screaming at them. She is... so mad. These people are in her HOUSE. Sneaking around an ACTIVE CRIME SCENE. How did they even get in urgh she's so mad she just wants to go to her room and-

Poof she's in her room. Okay some parts of being a ghost are cool.

Her dad has been at some kind of mental health retreat ever since the Orpheum show, because he always bails when she's less than perfect and has Emotions, whatever. Then Nick had been acting weird and when she called him out on it they had this massive fight where he said unspeakably cruel things to her in front of EVERYONE, and now she's DEAD.

And her ex best friends are in her house talking about murder and blood magic and sacrifice and she knew Julie was a weirdo, she always did, but this is a bit much.

And then she realises Julie’s stupid holograms are ghosts too, except they're not anymore, and she's so mad because they're IGNORING HER that she flings a Care Bear Nick gave her once at Alex' stupid head.

And they're himbos, so they're like: Omg this is a clue...

Flynn knows Nick gave that bear to her and Carrie is like: Um, stalk my Insta much? (But secretly she's touched, even if it's highly likely it's like, hate-stalking. Which she 100% does to Julie and Flynn. THERE ARE UNRESOLVED FRIENDSHIP BREAK UP ISSUES THERE.)

So Carrie basically follows around Julie and Flynn and these stupid himbos, sulking about how it's not fair, but at least her funeral is nice, and then there's some kind of creep in a top hat hanging around Nick, and he's acting weird, and then the top hat creep turns into mist and goes INTO Nick, and she does not like being a ghost anymore okay.

She poofs away to the Molina garage because it's somewhere she's always felt safe, only to find Julie's stupid himbos talking over the case. They have one of those bulletin boards with strings that crazy people have and everything. And there's this pretty boy talking to Pink Hoodie Himbo, and she just snarks them because it's soooo obvious they're in love yet he keeps hesitating and finally she just snaps: "JUST KISS HIM ALREADY."

And Willie looks over, shrugs, and does so, leaving Alex speechless for a solid 5 minutes and the other two boys snickering. And then Alex goes: what the hell was that?

Willie: she told me to!

And then Willie figures out that the guys aren't being dicks to some lifer who can see them by ignoring her; Carrie's a ghost and they can't see her, and everything is very confusing for a long while and they talk it all out and get Julie and Flynn. Carrie tells them through a game of telephone (she tells Willie who tells Alex who tells Julie who tells Flynn) about the creepy top hat guy fucking with her definitely-ex-now-that-she's-dead boyfriend.

And they work together and defeat Caleb and free Nick and Carrie has her redemption arc. Julie gives Carrie her own Glowy Hug Of Love and she comes back as a kind-of-lifer again, just like the boys. Only now she has cool teleportation skills, and she is going to be insufferable about it.

Weeks later, they're chilling on the couch and Reggie is like: it's so cool you're so nice to Nick, given how Caleb was wearing his face when he murdered you, which had to be pretty traumatic.

(Alex, whispering: dude, don't bring that up, it's rude.)

And Carrie is like: what are you talking about? I tripped over my bedazzler and hit my head on the table.

#julie and the phantoms #this is not what you asked for and yet this is what my brain threw up so... started making it had a breakdown bon appetit #carrie wilson #not!fic #the stupidest version of season 2 you could imagine #I wrote a thing

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astralartefact · 1 year

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Featuring the return of Nophica with a gun I did this thing on twitter, but I want to talk about it

(warning, I'm really mad about 6.3's Myths of the Realm segment in this so if you liked it maybe just skip Nophica lol)

Gaia (Krile would be in favorite Character, but Gaia would be higher than the next Scion so I did it this way around)

I just think Gaia is heavily underused... She's like the most interesting character we have in the entire game and she's stuck in Side Quest Purgatory where she will never leave - despite being the only person we know that actually shares this connection to the ancient world with us. And I know they're trying to "But she doesn't even care" her out of being relevant, but even just giving us a dialogue option askng her about Elpis and all of the stuff we learned about the ancients in EW (similar to the void stuff with Unukalhai) is extremely overdue in my opinion.

Krile Best Character. I have no notes, not even positive ones, I just vibe with her character the most. As pessimistic as I am about Myths of the Realm not ending in a trash fire, I do hope they at least give us some Krile action as some sort of pre-heating for her likely heavy involvement with Dawntrail.

Nophy (The off-brand Nophica we could have had before 6.3 ruined her) (hyperbolic) (unless) I just think "Mother Nature but she has a grudge" is such a fun concept and they decided to throw it all out by being like "But maybe everything you ever heard is wrong - but maybe it isn't we would never tell :)))" for some unfathomable reason, killing any amount of nuance the gods had to begin with to instead present us with bland paper cut-outs that say "We love you :)" when you touch them.

Like the only reason I can think of why they chose to not only not tell us anything about the individual gods but also actively push back against the stuff we did know from lore is that they were so scared that people would be mad about any controversial character intepretation and would then complain that you need to buy Fantasia to change your god - but like?? That's such a stupid reason?

Like "I love every living being equally... except for that stupid cow over there and I will get revenge for what she has done to me that one time a millenia ago" is just such a gold mine of character interactions that they just decided to abandon and ugh even just thinking about it makes me mad about 6.3 all over again.

Nanamo & Kan-E-Senna I couldn't decide lol Nanamo was one of the first characters I really cared for in this game, so I had to draw her. (I didn't really follow the story that much until like... Stormblood. Just did not interest me that much for some reason despite liking the rest of the game) I have really fond memories of doing the salt quests with her for some reason.

But I also love every time we run into Kane as part of the msq - and I also liked her EW role quest (I know people hate that one for some reason, but it makes perfect sense to be there? I think the only problem with it is that the model for that specific tree that it's centered around isn't particularly noteworthy and doesn't really get across just how important that tree is to the city - which is why it is in so many quests - especially since it's right in between gigantic world tree sized trees all around it and this one is just... a squart tree)

Also they should have left her hair ginger, I don't get why they changed it even if they have some lore reason for it

Raya-O-Senna Honestly, I think it's mostly that I like where she's placed in the overworld. It's just fun to jump over to her and that makes me like her more I guess (also helps that her brother is annoying, so she's immediately 5 times more likeable)

Also, after posting this on twt I immediately saw that someone had posted theirs with Fufucha from the botanist guild and felt so dumb for forgetting the gathering jobs, I would have chosen her too lol

Crym and Punishment Will not explain.

#ffxiv #gaia ffxiv #krile mayer baldesion #nophica #nanamo ul namo #kan e senna #raya o senna #yorha dark apocalypse

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hadissima · 2 years

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Thoughts about clicker training/shaping

Since I got a new puppy I have a lot of thoughts to share, so let's start with clicker training! All my dogs are clicker trained and love to work. I often do little shaping exercises and let them be creative, of course this little puppy is no exception.

I've had people tell me that some breeds cannot learn how to do shaping, or any clicker training at all. Either they don't like working with humans because they are too independent (like dachshunds) or want to work too closely with humans (?). So of course I'm proving them wrong, but I'd also like to explain where they go wrong.

Miss Dot is a 9 week old miniature dachshund. She was raised well, but pretty much "wild" with her brothers - as in, has not had any kind of training like some sports puppies might (puppy culture, clicker training etc). The first day I got her was when I started to introduce the clicker. Just very easy, click piece of food, five times and that's it. Not really a training session, just letting her experience the noise, and just this one session.

On day two she was already curious after the first click, already thinking about it and connecting the sound to the positive experience. She's now been with me a week, has had 5 short (less then five minutes) sessions and today was the first time she went around a pylone by herself.

Every dog can learn how to shape, it just takes PATIENCE. For some more, some less. My Shelties were alway very into it, very active and quick. Dottie is different, she's easily distracted (which is normal since she's a baby, people always expect so much but forget that!) and not as focused. But once she has understood what the clicker meant everything was possible, basically.

She accidentally touched the pylone, click. You could see her thinking hard, and she touched it again. The difficult part was getting her to offer something different. That is a concept any dog needs to be taught. We expect them to listen, they learn that they are shown what we want from them, but actually coming up with things themselves, that's what we need to show them.

How I'm doing this is by strategically throwing my treats! She touches, I click and toss the treat away, behind the pylone. She collects it and needs to walk around to get back to me, immediately another click because that's the behavior I want to reward! But for her it's like it was HER idea 😁

Small steps, lots of thinking, lots of breaks.

Where many go wrong is when the dog or puppy doesn't offer anything. People like to give up and claim that dog/breed/whatever just can't learn like this. But hear me out: give them TIME. Be patient. You don't expect a child to learn the whole alphabet and count to 100 in a day, so why do you want your little puppy, who is just figuring out life, to understand such a big concept? Or your older dog who has only been lured into tricks/positions (not that I have anything against luring, it's just a very different teaching style) to suddenly forget all they learned in life and just be creative and offer things themselves?

If the dog doesn't offer a behavior right away wait. For Dottie to offer the first accidental nose touch on the pylone I waited for almost a minute, just let her figure it out, not said anything. Give them time. If you feel stuck, reset the exercise - for my situation with the pylone I'd just take it and move like a meter away, that gets the dog to move with you, and when you set down the object maybe get interested in it again!

Also always remember, break down your behavior in small tasks, small steps that lead into one another, and don't be afraid to take a step back if you notice you've moved on too quickly!

Dog training is not a race. It's about teaching your dog, your dog teaching you, and forming a bond.

#clicker training #dog training #dogblr

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void-kissed · 2 years

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questions 5, 7, and 9 for any of ur inserts for the self insert development asks!

Hello, Hope!! Thank you very much for sending these - and I'm really sorry about how long it took me to be able to answer them!!

(question source: "Self-insert Development Meme" by blushpanda)

I think I will be answering these for Citri, if that's alright! For context, she's one of my Xenoblade Chronicles self-inserts, specifically for the first game in that series. I use her to romantically selfship with Vanea.

5. Does your self-insert have any magical talents or otherwise special abilities? Are they passive, like the ability to befriend animals, or dangerous powers that the villains want? Or if she's evil - any powers the heroes want to stop? - I touched upon this somewhat when answering the same question before, but Citri's not technially one for much magic. However, her main special ability (or, at least, characteristic) is that she contains the soul of Lady Meyneth within her! This was probably supposed to have overwritten her own soul, but she was able to persist as herself and co-exist with the goddess instead, which was advantageous for not only meaning she could continue to exist but also meaning she could begin to interact with Lady Meyneth (as well as Vanea, who was responsible for the soul transfer). As a very quick summary of the dynamic between the two (i.e. Citri and Meyneth), please see this silly message I wrote in Discord once:

Hopefully that helps =P

Incidentally, most of Citri's other special abilities stem from the fact that she is half-Machina by virtue of being a Face Unit pilot, giving her the type of durability, resilience, and fast reaction times that may be expected from having a body that is entirely robotic (except for her head and her hands). She's not evil, but the antagonist is very much opposed to the goddess residing within her.

..okay this ask answer is getting long already, let's put the rest under a readmore if that's alright

7. What kind of clothing style does she like? What would she never be caught dead wearing? What’s likely in her wardrobe right now? - Citri.. can't really wear clothes anymore, in all honesty, due to having that aforementioned robotic body as part of being made into a Face Unit pilot! However, when she still lived with Shulk and the others back in Colony 9, she favoured cute outfits that were nevertheless not too over-the-top, as well as any clothes that she found comfortable and not restrictive. Even now, I imagine that she would be happy to wear accessories like different bows for her hair. She hates wearing anything that's too tight or made of an unfavourable texture - for example, she couldn't wear a waterproof coat unless she had long sleeves on underneath it. Here are her two appearances and therefore outfits so far - the first one is her initial appearance as a Homs (i.e. human), while the second one is her current appearance as the pilot of Face Nemesis!

9. Her favourite foods? Colours? Activities? What does she enjoy in life? How does she express her joy for things she likes? - Citri's favourite colour is green, while her favourite food is.. if going by in-game collectables (although this one is technically only found in Future Connected), then Morrow Cob, as it's basically the Bionis' equivalent to sweetcorn! However, she doesn't actually need to eat after becoming a Face Unit, only requiring water and some amount of ether for survival. When it comes to favourite activities, Citri very much enjoys learning, whether in the traditional academic sense or just simply getting to hear others' knowledge and expertise. After being captured and taken to the Mechonis, she is fond of travelling around the titan where possible in order to experience more of what it and its people are like. Other than that, she also enjoys reading and working with computers! She's quite expressive in her joy despite not being overly overzealous naturally, as it doesn't take that much for her to get excited about things she likes, and she also doesn't shy away from giving compliments frequently about the things that she likes or thinks are neat.

I hope that all of these answers are alright!! Thank you very much again for sending in the questions~

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jodilin65 · 34 years

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WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 31, 1990 I deliberately slept till 8:30 this evening as Andy and I couldn’t have auditioned cuz Andy’s without a car till it’s fixed. Brenda’s also without a car, but tomorrow morning at 7:00, she and Kevin are going to look at a car this guy’s selling for $600. Or, I should say instead, they’re going to pick it up. They’ve already seen the car. So anyway, I made myself sleep long and late to reverse my schedule for a week or so. Then it’ll go back to nights till I want to or need to reverse it again.

I’ll tape Unsolved Mysteries, but I’ll have to miss Hunter. I’m also gonna cancel Martha.

Early in the morning, Brenda’s gonna call me so I can get stamps to mail my mail which is all set and ready to go. Also, she’s going to take me to Food Mart, then when she brings me home I’m gonna do laundry.

Tonight I finished putting up my pictures in a different way and it looks really nice. I also changed the cat box and swept the kitchen floor. After I finish my tea, I’ll listen to some music and do some drawing.

Later…

John isn’t working today. Meanwhile, I tried to get a hold of Dr. Statz, but she’s on vacation I guess for a couple of weeks. I don’t know if I wrote about her but one of the 3 times I was in the ER, she treated me. I’m 100% sure the male nurse, working with her was gay and I’m about 85% sure she was gay. I was just totally touched by her and it was weird cuz she wasn’t overly attractive. There was just something about her, you know, like Linda’s song goes; It’s not that you’re attractive, but oh my heart grew active when you came into view. And I had a crush on her. Sweetie pie.

And ever since then, I haven’t forgotten about her. I can hear God too, saying, “Uh-uh, against the rules.” I think he wants me with someone less attractive so I can learn to look at only people’s personalities. But I’d never be with Brenda if she were a bad person. Maybe another reason God has is that if I get dumped, I won’t be as hurt as much as I would be if I were overwhelmed. I still long for that someone with the character and personality I most desire and to feel that special once-in-a-lifetime sexual spark.

Please, God, please! Answer my prayers. Do it someday very soon. Please. God, what if I made a deal with you right here in this book? And that deal is if I promise to try my hardest to quit smoking, then will you think about it? Also, a beginning break with my singing, then I’ll pursue it from there. I hope you put some big and serious consideration into my requests. If singing and having that special someone and a baby are 3 too many things to ask for, then I’ll understand. I’ll settle for the singing and the special person only and give up the baby without ever asking for anything else.

Later…

Around 9:00 this morning Kevin and Brenda came and got me and dropped me off at Food Mart. Then, I waited a good long exhausting wait while Brenda brought Kevin to Palmer, then back to pick me up. After she picked me up she brought me to Shopper’s where I got a photocopy made of my birth certificate and stamps for my mail which I mailed in the box right outside the store.

While waiting for Brenda at Food Mart I saw Allison. We spoke briefly and she said she’d give me a call soon.

So all my errands are done except for Friday when I get the pigs more food and their big bail of sawdust. I still need to call Philip and John and tomorrow I’m definitely, no matter what, going to go see Paula. Jessie’s probably gonna call today. She’s another one I need to see, and she and Brenda can meet each other.

I finally got back here at 10:30 this morning and I fell asleep till 3:30. I’m exhausted but I’m gonna stay this way so that at 11:00 tonight, after Hunter, I can go to sleep. I better not wake up either, like around 3:00 in the morning and not be able to go back to sleep till 6:00 or 7:00, then sleep till mid-late afternoon. I want to be up in the mornings from tomorrow until next Tuesday. That means the next 5 mornings.

Later…

When I got up I made a pork chop and some angel hair pasta and got a call from my sister. Tammy said Ma said to her, “I don’t want Jodi alone for her b-day, Chanukah or Thanksgiving.”

Tammy also said Ma said to drive in and get me in the morning and bring me back the next day. Tammy said she then tried to explain to Mom that it’s impossible with 3 kids, the business, and with Bill working till 6:30 at night. Then Tammy said Ma pulled her typical line of, “Good-bye, Tammy.”

I guess Ma fails to remember that I’m not alone. I’m not single anymore and my girlfriend is fully willing to drive me down this Saturday and for Thanksgiving and also for my birthday and Chanukah which Tammy says she’ll combine into one big party. I mean, Tammy’s right. She can’t up and go drive for that amount of time and it’s pretty strange why Ma’s so concerned about me not being alone for all these things.

I’ve spent them alone before but then again when your own God damn aunt and uncle invite you over for Thanksgiving like they did last year, then conveniently forget to call you and pick you up, that’s not my fault, is it?

Another thing Tammy mentioned is that Ma bragged about all this time she was gonna spend with Tammy, Bill and the kids which turned out to be a joke. Tammy said she wanted to spend the day with me. HA. It was a wonderful hour we had.

All I can say is, I’ve had it with this family shit and I don’t wanna know from nothing. I haven’t had to deal with it for 5 years and I’m not about to deal with it now. Also, I’m not going to Florida either. A week’s vacation isn’t worth a week of her bullshit along with it. I mean, that’s not how my vacation packages or anyone else’s should be. Really, if it were an ad it’d read like this: We’ll give you a week’s free vacation with all expenses paid, but the catch is that you must put up with Dureen O’s bullshit.

Another case of taking the bad with the good. Fuck that!

TUESDAY, OCTOBER 30, 1990 I wish I was just waking up, but instead, I am wide awake. I slept till 6pm. I’ve been so zonked out cuz I’ve had to be up at a certain time for a certain reason and wasn’t getting enough hours of sleep.

I have many errands to do such as buying pig and cat food. I also need a bail of sawdust, stamps, and to make a photocopy of my birth certificate.

The mouse, who’s getting bigger, is now riding his wheel, and boy is Shadow ever getting big fast.

Andy came over earlier and we made some phone calls to people who had ads in the Advocate to sell things.

Andy’s really upset. He’s having trouble with Miles. Needs to find a job. Needs to pay bills. Got in a car accident which he’s going to have to pay almost $1,000 to fix. It’s not fair that some drunken girl, who did get arrested, slammed into a parked car, then Andy slammed into her, yet Andy’s at fault. He was wearing his seatbelt and the scary thing is, is that if I was in the car, I probably wouldn’t have had my seatbelt on and I’d have gone through the windshield. Who knows how many stitches I’d have to have gotten in my face. There are so many fucked up drivers it’s amazing. And very, very scary, too.

I’m so pissed at myself cuz I just remembered I was supposed to have called Philip 3 days ago, and John, and see Paula.

Later…

I’m writing here on the waterbed and I put the mouse on the floor inside his plastic ball, and Shadow’s having a hell of a time watching him and wishing so desperately to play with him. Or eat him. It’s quite a funny sight to see when he’s in his ball running around with Shadow chasing him. It also was so cute when Shadow was sitting in Toffee’s cage. He doesn’t want to harm the other animals, but he may accidentally cuz his playing may be too rough for them cuz he claws and bites.

Those drawings I did really blew my mind. I never could draw a line on a piece of paper before and I feel good yet weird. It’s like - what’s next? I discover one thing after another I can do. If not perfectly, then better than most.

Here comes Shadow once again to enjoy Gremlin after taking a dump in his shit box.

Me and Andy may possibly go to an audition together early this evening so I hope I get some sleep before then. Right now I’m gonna go listen to music. I haven’t listened at all today. After that, hopefully, I’ll get some sleep, get up early in the afternoon and get my errands done, call John and Philip and maybe even see Paula.

SATURDAY, OCTOBER 27, 1990 I fell asleep at 5:30 PM after being up 21½ hours and of course, almost an hour ago I woke right up. I was kind of hoping I’d sleep till 5 AM. Anyway, guess what I’m doing today at 9 AM? Taking the police exam. I called Boston after talking to Tony today out here on Locust St. during a car accident. He said the people weren’t hurt too bad and that it had to do with insurance and he was tired of supporting the welfare recipients. So, I mentioned the exam to him and some other cop and they said that maybe the test was canceled due to all the layoffs, and to call Boston and check. When I called, I told the woman I never received my notice and she said that they did have trouble with their mailings and asked me for my social security number. I gave it to her and then she read back my name and address and said it was tomorrow morning at 9 AM. It’s at Converse High on State St. They allow you 3 hours for the test, but you’re free to leave when you’re done. There are 100 questions which means I cannot get more than 30 wrong. She said it’ll be 120 days before they mail me my marks. That’s 4 months, unfortunately, and she says there are around 2000 people taking the test. Lastly, she said to bring a birth certificate, a photo ID, and some number 2 pencils. Brenda took me to Shopper’s Drug where she met Emily and Emily gave me the pencils. Well, I bought them, of course. And a pack of cigarettes like a jerk.

I was going to go to Tammy’s tomorrow but Brenda’s got a visit with her kids she can’t cancel and Bill’s here tomorrow and Monday. Maybe Tuesday. Tammy’s gonna be pissed and I understand that and I’m dying to see Sarah, but this test only comes up once every two years.

Later…

It definitely doesn’t look like I’m going back to sleep so I’ll write for a while. I’ve got a CD playing. Fleetwood Mac’s Greatest Hits. It’s pretty good. I like most of the songs on it. Some are boring.

Tomorrow, after the test, I’ve still got to get pig food and a heavyweight bowl for Tigger. I’m getting pretty sick of him either knocking it over or slamming it up against the side of his cage. I’ve got to get food for Gremlin and Shadow, too. Also stamps and paper plates. And it’s also about time to buy another big bail of sawdust. There’s always something to buy. Such as Gloria’s new record.

I think maybe I’ll go hem some more of those pants Kacey gave me.

Later…

Well, I didn’t hem the pants. One pair didn’t quite fit since I gained weight, but I just took my measurements and I’ve gone down an inch since 3 days ago when I started exercising my ass off and taking Slim-Fast. I did, however, hem an old shirt that was almost to my ankles. I brought it up to mid-thigh length. It came out better than I’d thought but I’ll have Brenda check it out to make sure it’s not crooked. I’m not too thrilled with the way it falls but I’ll ask Brenda.

After I take my shower I’m gonna put another coat of nail polish on and I’m not sure yet what I’ll wear. Something casual. I hope after the test and my errands are done that I can catch a couple of hours of sleep so I can go out to the Halloween party at the Pub tonight. I want to wear my new black lace skirt. Part of me hopes Brenda ends up too tired to go so I can observe others without her observing me observe others. But then again we mutually do look at other women and we’re honest with each other. In the long run, Brenda will never have anything to worry about cuz gay women, of course, are a major turn-off to me in general, and it’s against the rules for me to have someone I’m attracted to. Oh well. At least God allows people to be attracted to me which is nice as long as it’s not major sickos. I mean, everyone gets that here and there, but the good thing is, is that as time goes on I’m having an easier time getting better people even if I don’t quite meet my desired standards.

Ok, time for my second coffee, then my shower.

Later…

Brenda dropped me off at 8:30 this morning, and they made everyone who didn’t get their notice to appear for the test go into a room, and they gave us an “appear” card after checking to see if our names were on the list, and also our photo IDs and birth certificates, in which I’ve got to photocopy and mail to Boston.

They had us print and write our names and they compared them with our signatures on our licenses.

There were several butches there and I got stared down good by guys and butches. This Hispanic girl was sitting next to me. I’m not sure, but I think she was gay with the way she gave me this huge smile and waved at me the second I walked in. I sat next to her and we chatted here and there before the test. She urged me to choose South Hadley for 1 of my 4 choices of cities or towns I wanted to work in. My first choice was Springfield, however, and I had no choice cuz you had to pick, for first choice, the place you lived in for the last 12 months. My second choice was East Longmeadow. I would’ve chosen Longmeadow, but it wasn’t listed. My third choice was West Springfield. My fourth choice was Chicopee.

Another thing was that there were two classroom monitors. One man, one woman. The woman constantly stared at me. I caught her once and her face turned bright red. Then after the test, as I was leaving, I could see her grinning to herself with the same red face.

We didn’t start the test till 9:30 and I finished at almost 12:30. I’m not sure whether I passed or failed. There were some tricky questions that I had to go over and over. I’ll know sometime in February. I am anxious though and never have wanted to speed up time so badly in my life. I usually don’t care about time or wish I could stop it and drop dead.

The landlord will be here any minute to fix the heat. Today and all last night I froze my ass off.

I told Tammy I’d be down next weekend and she said she wasn’t mad and that she understood and to think positive about the test.

After the landlord leaves, I hope I can catch a few hours of sleep so I can go out tonight.

I called Philip and told him about the test and he’s happy about it and he asked me to keep him posted. He also told me to call him tomorrow. I called John too, and he was both pleased and proud. Then lastly, I spoke with Andy.

FRIDAY, OCTOBER 26, 1990 I’m going nuts just sitting around here, so since I can’t have music, I’ve got to find something. Those dickheads never sent me my notice for the police exam, but I figured as much to begin with. I don’t know who’s responsible, therefore, I don’t know who to call to bitch about it. Oh well, like I said, I figured I’d never be notified just like I knew I’d never get that security job at Mercy with John.

Why is it that anything I’d be good at and want to do I just can’t? It just wasn’t meant to be. If I was smart, a long time ago I’d have chosen a career I hate, never want to have a baby and if I’m ever single again, I’d pick all the ones I don’t want or that are just ok. Actually, they pick me, so I should say.

Later…

I tried calling Philip about the stereo but he’s not at work and not answering his phone at home.

Today, I’m gonna go to Food Mart for cat food, stamps, and paper plates. Also, I want to go to Brightwood Hardware in Longmeadow for pig and mice food.

I’m getting tired as hell but I want to push it as far as I can so I sleep somewhat into the night. With my luck, however, after 3 or 4 hours of sleep, I’ll bolt wide awake and not be able to fall back asleep.

I’m really starting to want to work. I need extra money and this being at home all the time bit is really getting to me. But since I can’t sing or be a cop and am too chicken to drive the cab, what can I do other than McDonald’s or something really boring and stupid?

I’m gonna call apartment rental people for general information about duplexes. I know I can never afford it, but it never hurts to get some information. I’ll go get the yellow pages.

THURSDAY, OCTOBER 25, 1990 I’m still wide awake and probably will be for a while. I’m just having a grand old time with the new phone. There’s a mute button on it too, and you don’t need to keep holding it down like you do on most other phones. You hit it once and a red light glows which tells you it’s in use, and to discontinue the mute, you hit it again and the red light goes off.

A little while ago I listened to the 45 of the song Take a Chance On Me by ABBA. I bought it today at One Stop Records. I always liked that song and I used to have that record. I don’t know whatever happened to it, along with tons of other records. They either got old or I got sick of them or they were stolen.

Later…

Why, oh, why didn’t I stay the fuck off cigarettes!?! I had 3 cigarettes in 1 week and here I go and smoke a whole pack yesterday and today I’ve had close to a pack. What a jerk, huh? I’m gonna go chuck the rest of my pack, try again till I absolutely can’t fight the urge to smoke, and listen to music.

WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 24, 1990 Well, I’m going to need to go to sleep as soon as possible so in order to help myself sleep, I’m gonna listen to music for a while.

Tomorrow morning I’ve got to call Philip about fixing my stereo. I can’t put it off any longer.

Also, I see Martha at 4:00. I’m not sure if I mentioned it but I think she just may have a thing for me. It’s just this feeling I get and it’s also certain things she says and certain ways she says things. Oh well. Of course, I’ll keep my mouth shut about it. She is married, after all, and she also swore she never mixes business with pleasure and that’s fine and respected by me.

I want to go to Caldor’s too, to see if Gloria’s new album is out. I’m not sure of the name of it and it’s not new songs. They’re all old hits, but they’re in Spanish.

Later…

I just finished killing a spider, which like most spiders, was on the ceiling. I sprayed it with lots of Lysol and perfume to get it down so I could swat it.

Today I got this awesome and I mean totally awesome speakerphone I ordered last week. Now I need to make 4 payments of $22 but it’s worth it. I love it. I can be doing something like writing or making coffee and still talking to someone. Also, I can play people the edits which they can hear well and hear their reactions, and if it’s an answering machine, I can hear it beep when it ends. Another thing too, is if my call waiting beeps, I’ll hear that too.

This insurance company’s got a hell of a long machine. Brenda and I passed it on the way home from Baystate Waste after I saw Martha and I said to myself, “I bet they have a machine.”

By the way, Martha definitely has no desire for a woman. She’s 100% straight as an arrow.

Andy’s got company now so he’s gonna call me later, and Fran’s not home. I’m bored and I love this phone so I may as well go and have a field day with it and look under insurance companies in the yellow pages. It does seem like a lot of insurance companies have answering machines.

TUESDAY, OCTOBER 23, 1990 Brenda brushed out my hair for me, and God is it getting long. It’s almost to my very lower back and the layers are growing out. The very top layer, though, is completely destroyed. I have massive split ends.

Shadow’s climbing all over me. I think I mentioned before why I changed his name from Bandit to Shadow. He’s like glue. He loves to be near me constantly. Follows me everywhere like a shadow. However, when I go to bed, I shut the bedroom door cuz he always wakes me up.

One thing that’s starting to annoy me is that I’m very bloated. I wanna hurry up and get my period so I drop some water. I don’t want to take my water pill while I’m still finishing up my other medications. I did some exercising and I’m gonna do more later. Also, I’m gonna get more Slim-Fast and eat very little till I drop 10 pounds. It’s funny to say I’m chunky at 105 pounds, but then again I am a very short person, right? It’s not that I weigh too much pound-wise, it’s my shape I guess, I have so much water, too.

I took all my pictures of Gloria down last night. There are only a few in the bedroom. I wanted a change and a break from them so I put them in my file box in my closet. I’ll never throw them out cuz I’ve put so much time and money into them and it’ll be really neat to look back at them someday. Maybe I will put them back up, though, in a matter of months or someday. I still wish I could afford a duplex as I’d make the cellar the music place with the posters, the stereo and keyboards and I wish I had a washer and dryer. By God, I’d love to be able to afford that. I’d have 2 bedrooms, 1½ baths and a dishwasher too, no doubt.

Later…

I’m now watching the premiere of Law & Order. Before this, I saw In the Heat of the Night. Brenda left after Matlock. I put Brenda’s hair in a braid. It looked nice.

I still never got any notification as far as the police exam is concerned. I’m not stupid, though. They’ll never notify me worth shit.

I’m gonna go make some angel hair pasta. It is so good.

MONDAY, OCTOBER 22, 1990 I was exhausted before, but as usual, I woke right up. Man, oh man, was I just through a hell of a nightmare since the last time I wrote! I had to go to the ER 3 fucking times and I was terrified! I literally thought I was going to die and it hurt so bad I wished I would drop dead till it was over. I had the worst asthma in my life. They had to take me immediately (usually you wait forever) to give me oxygen treatments, and the last time I had an IV. It was really scary. I could only smoke 3 cigarettes in one week’s time. I’m on Prednisone for 12 days and Bactrim which is an antibiotic for 10 days. Also, I’m on Theodur and Alupent which is the same stuff in my inhaler. Theodur and Alupent are the two most common drugs used for asthma.

I saw Mom and Dad on the 15th and we had a fairly good visit. They came up for about an hour or so. They’re back in Florida now.

I may possibly be going to my sister’s this Saturday. Tammy’s really sick now, too.

Steve and I spliced a wire today so I can edit from the CD player onto the stereo and it sounds great, too. I have plenty of editing to do as well as story writing.

They raised my food stamps to $114, so I did a huge grocery order and I never had so much food in my life, but I really need to lose weight. I’m getting pretty chunky lately.

FRIDAY, OCTOBER 12, 1990 It’s been one week now and I still feel like shit. Oh well. It also looks like I’m gonna have to cancel going to my sister’s tomorrow. One reason’s cuz I feel like shit and the other’s it’s contagious. I don’t want to stand and just look at my nieces from 3 feet away, I want to hold them and hug them. Tammy mentioned going next weekend if I couldn’t make it this time.

Then I’ll be seeing Mom and Dad on the 15th, and it fucking figures I’m sick so I can’t sing.

Yesterday I got 3 journals at an excellent price. I mean a really fantastic deal. Normally the 3 of them would’ve cost close to $24, but I got them for $12 in the secondhand department. I’m glad I discovered that they sell them there which is weird cuz these books are brand new and just as nice as the regular main part of the store.

SUNDAY, OCTOBER 7, 1990 Tracy called me and Andy last night. We were both thrilled to hear from her. I played her the edits which she thought were great. She didn’t contact us, she said, cuz she needed space and time to sort things out.

Last night was awful. I was so full of congestion. I never knew one could have to blow their nose so much. It’s red and sore now and I feel much better now that I drained out all that shit so I guess it was worth the misery. Tomorrow, or today I should say, Bill will be here at 1:00 so I hope I can get a little sleep. I had to sleep all day today as I was so miserable. It’s called “sleeping it off.” I’m thankful I feel much better though and also thankful it wasn’t the flu. Anything but the flu. Smoking very little also helped get rid of it quicker but I couldn’t have smoked much if I wanted to. The funny thing is, though, for the last 3 days I really haven’t had much of a desire to smoke. Today I had 5 or 6 and psychologically I still think of it, but the physical part isn’t too bad.

I love this little kitty of mine to death. I’m so glad Brenda got him for me.

Share to Pinterest SATURDAY, OCTOBER 6, 1990 Yesterday, I only smoked 7 or 8 cigarettes. Today, even though I still slept till 9:00 tonight, I’ve had 3 so far. I am very, very congested so that’s part of the reason why I’ve smoked so little. Also cuz I have these sneezing fits and cuz of my wheezing. In 48 hours I’ve smoked only 11 cigarettes so that’s why I’m constantly blowing my nose like there’s no tomorrow. It gets worse before it gets better after you’ve either quit or cut down cuz all that tar and shit starts draining.

FRIDAY, OCTOBER 5, 1990 Gee, I have exactly 1 day short of 2 months till I’m 25 years old. A quarter of a century.

My new little kitten, which Brenda got me, is sitting here in bed with me and he’s so loving and so affectionate. The one thing you couldn’t do with Sasha was pick her up and cuddle her or have her come to you and let you cuddle her for more than 3 seconds. His name is Bandit. He’s now trying to distract me from writing by rubbing up against my book and me and giving me kisses. He’s fairly gentle with his claws but when he gets a little older I’d like to get him neutered and declawed. You know I hate being clawed when you’re playing with them. I mean they can just sit or stand on you and their claws hurt like hell. Now he’s playing with my hair which all kittens, cats and babies love to do.

Brenda’s cab broke down yesterday afternoon and while she was at the office, the owner’s wife just happened to be giving away kittens, so that’s how I got him. That was yesterday, the day after Brenda’s b-day. He’s 6 weeks old and looks a lot like Sasha, but Sasha was gray and white. He’s orange and white and his hair’s a little shorter. It’s the same pattern as Sasha’s. I think they’re both tabby cats. He’s so loving and follows me everywhere. And he’s pretty calm and gentle, too. He knows how to pee in his litter box, but he’s still going to have to learn not to go on furniture or chew wires.

I have had absolutely no sneezing fits!!!!!!! And this cat is here to stay till death do it part. My mom was right as far as all my problems being due to smoking and I’ve known it too for quite some time but it was just too scary to admit. It’s scary to think of dealing with withdrawal after quitting but my congestion is getting really bad so I’ve had only 7 or 8 cigarettes today.

The pigs were a little jealous and depressed about Bandit, but otherwise, they’re still the usual loving troublemakers.

I bought Brenda a pair of earrings and a pair of sexy underwear for her b-day and we went to her sister Donna’s house in Palmer. And as I mentioned before, I’ve known her husband Kevin for 4 years. He knew Crystal C, too.

Donna’s a great person who anyone feels comfortable with. The type you could talk to about most anything and who accepts people for what and who they are. The kids were great and Donna’s great with the kids too, and I’d have loved to have someone like her as my mother.

Tomorrow, I’ve got to call John R and maybe I’ll try to leave a message with Dr. Goodman’s receptionist for Tracy, but only once. I also have to call Philip and go to Food Mart. Also, I wonder if Kathy will fix my bangs if I call her. She works at Food Mart and she gave me her number. We went to La Baron together. She hated it too, and she only does it on the side. My bangs really look pretty stupid so maybe she can trim and layer them.

THURSDAY, OCTOBER 4, 1990 Right now I’m on the phone listening to Fran talk to Bobbie. Andy and I wish to hell Tracy would call us.

I’m turning into a very, very slightly ok artist. Of course, some of my drawings are a wee bit explicit. Guess I’ve been horny lately.

MONDAY, OCTOBER 1, 1990 My mother said something astounding. Not only was I shocked, but I also shed a few tears. I called Mom and told her that I bought a little tiny fork and spoon for Sarah and socks for Becky and Lisa. Then I told her that I agreed as far as having money and someone to help as far as having a baby is concerned. But I also told her I didn’t like being told what I should do or should not do at this age.

So I finally asked the two questions of my main concern in blunt plain English. I said, “If I have a child someday, are you going to disown me or call the state?”

She said no. I freaked with shock and joy. I absolutely and totally could not believe it.

Otherwise, no more news going on lately. Just that I had a very nice weekend with Brenda and also Gail and Judy. Gail and Judy are so nice. You feel as if you’ve known them for years. They, of course, don’t turn me on but they’re very attracted to me, so I hear. Also, it’s rather obvious by the way they look at me. Same thing with Bonny. I did their nails for them and also, a couple of weekends ago, Brenda, Judy, Gail and I went to Jam’s. We had fun, and I ran into Tracy there who said she broke up with Nancy. Guess Nancy was an alcoholic and a troublemaker. She seemed a little irritated by talking to me and left with some other girl who seemed slightly offended when I asked her if she was single.

Tracy said she was in California on the 4th of July and was so shocked at how feminine the gay women were there. That’s what she likes, too.

She did tell me to leave a message with my number at this dentist’s office where she works on Maple St. But should I really leave a message which I seriously doubt will ever get answered?

My friendship with Andy has been excellent the last several months and he admitted he was being cruel and selfish for a while and then realized it and didn’t want to lose me as his friend. He was also jealous of my looks and my abilities but instead of being negative he’s encouraging and appreciates what I do.

It’s really too bad his relationship with Miles isn’t doing too great. According to Andy, he’s too clingy and constantly wants sex. Also, cuz Andy didn’t give Miles sex for two days, Miles cheated on him. Andy’s pissed and is on the verge of dumping him. He says, though, he thinks Miles is the way he is cuz his father molested him. Also, he says Miles has a big mouth and blabbed some sexual stuff about him and Andy real loud in Friendly’s. He also talks 10 times more gayish than Andy does.

Tomorrow, I want to go see Paula and get something for Brenda, but I still can’t sleep yet and it’s now 3:17 AM. I was beat before. Sometimes life as a night owl sucks.

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October 21 - 2022

3:46 PM

Its mental health day and simply reading up on the things I want to learn is clearly starting to become less important. I’m aware enough of all the mental skills to start practicing them in the field. I just don’t know where to start. Or maybe I’m afraid to start. I have some things in mind I could work towards but I have to start writing them down and coming up with a plan. Today I figured a little challenge could be having 2 Mike’s Harders tonight since I haven’t done that in awhile. I think some days after a drinking night like that, it can hurt my tummy a little bit. It’s not THAT bad and doesn’t always happen. So my plan tonight was to have a big plain lunch and start drinking without fear of what might happen tomorrow. I think drinking too long after eating is what hurts me the most, I’ve always been told not to drink on an empty stomach so I’m definitely not going to do that tonight.

I should read on mental flexibility exercises every now and then to make sure I don’t forget things and get lost. That happens with everything I do. I always have to re-introduce myself to new material or else I’ll reverb with myself and become ineffective.

I figure I can slowly touch up on concepts if I focus on one each mental health day. Today would be defusion which should directly help me drink tonight. The only thing getting in my way of drinking as much as I want is the worry that I will suffer for it the next day and also worry since it would be my tummy suffering. But experience tells me that it is unlikely I will suffer at all as long as I drink on a full stomach and anything that does happen won’t be that bad. Statistics tell me that, my feelings tell me danger. So I should defuse from those feelings.

5:23 PM

Here’s some idiotic thinking I’m going through. My french fries were frozen together and I don’t remember them being that way, although it might have been a chunk I just didn’t notice. If it wasn’t there before then that means they could have thawed enough for the ice to melt and freeze them together. Nothing else in the freezer seems to be like that so it WAS probably there before, likely just normal clumping. But then I got to thinking about if the food in my freezer is ventilated enough. Or if it’s even a problem. I started worrying about it when stuff at the very bottom always got clumpy and I looked into that. It could be that my freezer doesn’t freeze from the bottom so things down there can be insulated by other food and therefore not be as cold. So ever since then I’ve made sure not to pack my freezer tight and make sure there are routes for air to get around. Except I might have accidentally made it worse over time by grabbing things and putting them back whenever I cook.

Defusion time. I let myself go on a rant there on purpose, thats just what’s going through my head unchecked. I used to pack my freezer all the time, everything managed to stay cold enough. This whole thing is being over-thought. I don’t have to justify that there is no issue. If it was such a big deal then everyone would know about it and so would I. I’m just always afraid of consuming something that will make me sick. But that’s so so so so incredibly rare, even amongst people that don’t worry about it in the slightest and eat very dubious things.

Other than that, I might not drink as much as I wanted to tonight because my tummy is already kinda active. If it wasn’t then I definitely would have.

8:36 PM

It wasn’t too bad but I was anxious for a little while. I don’t know why, it wasn’t really for a specific reason. I just felt like I was being injected with it but it’s mostly gone away now. Kind of annoying. Why would I feel like that? I did get REALLY bored and had the feeling like there was no escape, from nothing in particular. Like it was some kind of realization that I’m stuck where I’m at and with how I feel. There was nothing I wanted to do and no way I could think of to get more comfortable. But this has happened, it passes relatively quickly.

11:29 PM

I was kinda down tonight, unsure why. It just happens I guess, I haven’t felt like this in awhile so it makes sense it would eventually happen. Its not so bad though. Just kinda melancholic.

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Loved By Seven | Chapter 1

Genre: Hybrid!AU, Poly!AU, Mate!AU, romance, fluff

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Human!Reader, Peacock!Seokjin, Serpent!Yoongi, Hawk!Hoseok, White Tiger!Namjoon, Merman!Jimin, Leopard!Taehyung, Wolf!Jungkook

Summary: Hiking was just an activity to get you out of the apartment, the last thing you imagined was ending in a whole different world by touching a jewel. That not being enough you end up meeting seven hybrids, and they all claim you shared the Connection with each of them making you their partner for life.

Notes: Hi! This is my first time posting my writing, it may not be perfect but please give it a try :). Help, likes, reblogs, comments are always appreciated. English is not my first language so pardon me if anything is misspelled or grammatically incorrect. Also the main idea came from a webtoon but I can’t remember it’s name. Enjoy!

"Don't fall behind girl!" Your smile is so big and beautiful, you can't say the same about your sweaty face though. You're so excited that you decided to leave behind the path marked on the map the employees from the walking trail gave you.

"You shouldn't…go there…N/N" Jiwoo, who's out of breath and drenched in sweat, is holding the rope so tight you're concerned that by the end of this she's going to have her hands full of sores.

"Come on Jiwoo, didn't we come here to explore the unknown?" you look down where your best friend is, as you move your eyebrows and smirk at her. Jiwoo rolls her eyes and moves her hand to reach a higher spot to continue climbing, wishing she had the same physical ability you have just to punch you and shutting you up.

"We came here…because…you're always at work…or at home" at this point you're afraid Jiwoo's going to faint from the way she keeps talking between breaths. You can't blame her though, after all that statement is 100% true. It's not your fault of course, you just happen to be a very young and responsible lady who doesn't like to go outside except for work and groceries.

"You are making me sound like a workaholic, which I'm not" now you're frowning, she may be telling the truth, but is not cool making you feel a little conscious about your social habits, or lack of them "After all I'm not the one who's out of breath" You've never seen Jiwoo this sweaty and out of breath, not even in the hottest days of summer.

"Well it's not…everyday that…we choose…to climb a mountain…in the middle of nowhere" in all honesty Jiwoo thought this would be a great thing to get you out of your shared apartment, after all both of you haven't gone out in so many months she was getting tired of the couch and Netflix was feeling drier by the day.

"One, it was your plan and second, there are people waiting for us down there so we are somewhere" You know your best friend is about to punch out that smirk of yours, well that would happen if it weren't for the meters separating the two of you.

"Shut…up" She wheezes.

Jiwoo's plan was simple: Knowing you only go to two places every work day, and spend every weekend on the couch, she thought you would be out of breath first and would be more active after this, now ridiculous to her, activity. That's why she decided to enroll both of you to an excursion to the Mountain…who cares about the name now, of course she didn't expect you to be so athletic, even with all the junk food you eat when you're in front of the tv. And that after this you would want to explore what's outside your apartment and socialize; and why not get a nice, cute boyfriend.

In your defense, you are just not a very open person and it's difficult for you to make friends. Jiwoo doesn't count she's like your sister, you two met at the orphanage and didn't separate after that. At work you are very sociable and you like to be around people but when your coworkers invite you for drinks it just makes you feel uncomfortable, so you just go home to the safety of your apartment.

Following your own path you get to the entrance of a cave, and sit down on the corner waiting for Jiwoo. After a few minutes you finally see her hand grabbing the border next to where you are, she gives you puppy eyes while making grabby hands with the other asking for your help. You can't say no to those eyes and she knows it, so you help her climb up. Jiwoo sits down and chugs down what was left of one of her waters, the bottle was half empty, surprising you by not choking like she would usually do. Looking down you two were really high up and very far away from the ground, but the view was awesome: there was green everywhere you look and if you close your eyes and concentrate enough you could hear the flow of a river nearby. It was beautiful and breathtaking.

"It's beautiful here, thanks for doing this Jiwoo" your best friend smiles at you, giving herself a pat in the back for bringing that look of admiration and big smile you're giving to the landscape.

"Come on, let's go explore" you stand up and extend your hand to her, she takes it and stands up. Cleaning your clothes from dirt, you start walking towards the cave, it's like it's calling you and you can't take your eyes away from the black inside.

"Don't go there, let's just continue, we have a long way ahead of us" Jiwoo says looking up, to the top of the mountain. "Come on, I just want to see what's inside. I feel like it's calling me" you do a dorky move pointing the cave, but seriously you can't take away your eyes from it; it's scary but you just want to explore today and then continue with your boring but comfortable, to you, life.

"I don't know N/N, I do feel like it is calling me but that just scares me and is making me wanna run" ignoring what she's saying, you take Jiwoo's hand and drag her to the entrance of the cave. Pulling your flashlight out of your backpack and turning it on, you see something glowing at, what it looks like, the end of the cave, Jiwoo gasps at this "Please tell me you're seeing this too" You just nod, hypnotized by it. Without knowing both of you start walking towards it and extending your hand you touch it, and the light starts to glow more and more until you're blinded by it.

"What the hell is going on?!" You scream and take Jiwoo's hand so hard it hurts, you're so afraid now that you want to be close to, what you consider, the only family you have. Jiwoo returns the hard grip, and before you know it the light swallows both of you.

"Okay, F/N let's get out of here before we get blind" Jiwoo lets go off your hand and goes out of the cave. You follow her after taking a look to the, now dim light, jewel. "Hey, what time is it?" she turns around to ask you. "I don't know, it looked like it was 12" you exit the cave "Wow…why does it look like it's 5pm?" you start looking around at the sunset. "I don't know…the ropes are gone too…and the mountain doesn't look the same either" Jiwoo is looking around with a worried look. Paying more attention to your surroundings, you can see that the ropes aren't where you left them and the top of the mountain isn't flat, to welcome the climbers, but is pointy instead. Now you're starting to worry even more when you look down and don't see the employees anywhere where they're supposed to be. You take out your phone to call the security number they gave you in case anything happens, but when you're dialing the call doesn't go out and then you see if you have signal but it doesn't have any bars. You turn around to ask Jiwoo if she has any signal but when you meet her face, that you're pretty sure is the same as yours, you know she had the same luck as you. "What are we going to do, if we don't have service…" she starts to panic and goes to the border to look down "Hey, hey…we have to calm down and stay here. I don't know anything about this environment but it's getting late and we should find shelter. At least here we have a roof, down there…we don't " you hesitate after thinking what can happen down there.

"Yeah you're right…but what if something comes in" Jiwoo has worried written all over her face. "I don't think so…I didn't smell anything inside, it seems like nobody…" "More like anything" "Okay anything lives here, though I think we should be careful when we eat" you're just hoping you're right and that there are no animals that can smell your food and climb. "I think we should look what's in our backpacks that can help us here" when Jiwoo swallows down her nerves she's very calm and thinks things through. "Thank God you're a mom and pack many things" you look at her offended "Hey…thanks to me being a mom and you wanting to spend the night in the woods we brought plenty of stuff" yes, you can be a mom when you go out, but right now you're really thanking both of you, Jiwoo because of this plan and you for not wanting to miss anything you might have need.

You two pour everything out on the cave floor: Two sleep bags with a blanket for each one, hopefully it would be enough and won't be too cold; two packs of 10 sanitary towels, in all honesty you prefer the cup but none of you are on your period, and you never know when these can come in handy; the lunch, that now is going to be dinner; snacks, right now you don't know when you two are going to eat properly after tonight; two pair of underwear for each, you wish you had more since you don't know long is going to take both of you to go home; swimsuits, the brochure said the lake nearby could be used to wash yourself; pajamas, at least you can sleep comfortable with them; toothbrushes; toothpaste; a comb; clothes for outdoors, two shirts, two shorts and two pair of socks; flashlights; matches; bottles of water; and sunscreen.

"We have certain commodities…though we need food…and know where the hell we are" Jiwoo's mind is running to what is going to happen tomorrow. "Do you think that jewel and the blinding light had anything to do with this Jiwoo?" you're trying to figure it out what happened, why did you two come here. "I don't know…maybe…I mean, it was weird all that blinding light and why that jewel would be in that cave and no one noticed before?" This is so bizarre, because Jiwoo's totally right you are not the first ones climbing up that mountain and for sure you weren't the first to go through that path, you saw the floor a little eroded; and a jewel like that drags attention. Before your thoughts consume all your mind, your stomach rumbles and Jiwoo looks at you with a little smile "It surprises me how, even with our current conditions, your love for food is the main thing in your life" "Well…I'm sorry!...we haven't had anything since breakfast" "And snacks!" You smile sheepishly at her, but you can't do anything, you love food. Jiwoo laughs "Let's eat our lunch", you smile like a child in Christmas morning.

While you two eat, you start to think the reasons why that jewel could have shine so much, and therefore why everything's so different outside; but the only reason that comes to your mind is ridiculous right?...that only happens in movies and sci-fi books: teleportation. What are the chances of that actually happening in the real world? Was it some kind of punishment the place has for those who don't follow the path? Karma? At this point you can't even enjoy the food you're eating thanks to these thoughts. You frown while you take the spoon to your mouth. "What are you thinking N/N?" Jiwoo startles you when she speaks, but not wanting to worry her you say with a bit of a forced smile "What makes you think I'm thinking about something?" she gives you her look of I don't believe you and decides to add "I know you since we were ten and you never frown to food, except when you don't like what you're eating, which I know you like this since you made it, or when you're thinking and your thoughts are not nice soooo tell me" Damn she knows you too well, sometimes you wish you could keep things from her "I'm just thinking reasons of why are we here and the only logical illogical thing that comes to my mind is teleportation…but we're not in a movie so it's impossible right?" She looks at you and stays silent for a few seconds before she opens her mouth "Honestly, I don't know what to think…I mean outside looks pretty different from this morning so…what you say could be a good explanation even if our brains can't comprehend it" the way she says it doesn't make you feel comfortable, it sounds as a fact and not just a crazy possibility "But this kind of things don't just happen…this is not one of my books… I mean don't get me wrong I always dreamed about going to places instantly but I never thought it was going to happen…It must be karma or a prank right? for following a different path…ugh this is all my fault, I'm so sorry Ji" you touch your face in regret while bringing your knees to your chest. "Hey hey" Jiwoo approaches you "It's not your fault okay?" she takes your hands to look at your eyes "we don't know what actually happened and we could be wrong about this theory, and we won't know for sure what happened until morning" her calm voice helps tranquilize you and you offer her a small thank you smile "Let's finish eating and then we go to sleep" you nod at her and start eating again this time sitting next to each other, as a way to comfort each other.

After finishing your meal you take out your sleeping bags, after all you two are drained from all the events that happened today. "Do you think we can sleep next to each other" you ask your best friend, she looks at you with a smile "Stop reading my mind" she laughs slightly "Yes, I would like that", you say with a tiny voice "I just thought it would be better for keeping us warm if midnight is cold". With that arrangement you put your sleeping bags at the end of the cave and next to each other, after entering in it you say to each other "Night Jiwoo" "Night N/N". Thankfully both of you were so tired and fell asleep pretty quickly without knowing the things you were going to live starting the very next morning.

The next day you wake up because you can't feel total darkness around you, instead you feel a dim light coming from the entrance of the cave. While you're stretching you can hear some of your bones cracking, sleeping bags make sleep a little bit better but they don't make cave floor softer. Being a little more awake now, you remember that you have to go down the mountain to find out what happened thus you turn around and see Jiwoo still sleeping "Aww what a pity" while saying that you start to moving her shoulder as a way to wake her up. After a few more seconds, her eyes start to open and with raspy voice she says "Why are you waking me up so early?" "Because we need to go downhill to know where we are remember?" With her eyes more open you know she is now realizing where you are "Yeah…right" she shakes her head as if that would dissipate her sleepiness. You get up and start packing the sleeping bag back to your backpack "Come on, get up Ji I'm sleepy too but we have to do this" you grab her hands and try to pull her up "I'm coming I'm coming" she finally stands up with half closed eyes and, finally, with the pace of a snail she packs her bag while you put out a few snacks thinking you don't know when you will be able to eat properly again. "Here you go Ji, I know it's not much but we have to save up until we get a proper source of food" "Wow you saving up for food, something new" she smiles a bit more awake now "Ha ha you're so funny in the morning aren't you" sarcasm drips out of your mouth. After eating, you two stand up and grab your backpacks to start walking towards the entrance "Should we take the jewel with us? If we find someone we can explain our situation and they'll probably believe us with it" You tell Jiwoo while you pass next to it "Yes, you're probably right and even it can light up again like last night" you nod at her statement.

When you're finally outside the suns blinds you "Wow yesterday the sun wasn't this bright" Jiwoo says while putting her hand in front of her face, covering her eyes. "I know" you say covering your eyes as well, looking for a way down was becoming a hard task without ropes but you two couldn't stay up there without investigating what happened and the reason you're now here, whatever here is. "Okay, look over there" She says pointing at the right side of the cave "and I'll look over here" pointing at the left side; looking at the right you don't see much except some kind of trail but is somewhat thin and any misstep could lead to a nasty fall, while you're searching for another way down you hear the unmistakable call of a hawk and looking up you see a quite large bird that because of the bright sun you can't make up their shape but by the looks of it it's really big almost impossible for it to be a normal hawk. "Hey, I couldn't find anything on my side…what are you looking at?" Jiwoo startles you and looks up to see what you're seeing "Hey…I think I saw a hawk but it was way too big to be one" you say confused "Weird…anyway did you find anything?" "Well, I found a thin trail which I think leads to the bottom…we have to be very careful though" you say looking at the bottom of the mountain "Okay, since there are no more ways to go down I say we use that trail" You nod at Jiwoo's words.

Grabbing your backpacks you both start to descend down the trail that at some points it gets thinner, at one point your foot slips but thanks to Jiwoo's quick reflexes she gets a hold of your hand and steadies you. After that quick scare you pay more attention to where you're stepping. It feels like you're sweating more going down than going up, but taking into account that you're risking your life here without ropes plus the scorching sun you can understand the sweat. After hours, and scaring life-threatening missteps, you finally get to the bottom "Finally…I thought I would never see you grass" Jiwoo says while kissing the grass "Ewww…come on Ji really? Kissing the grass?" you say looking at her with disgust on your face "We could've died coming down that thing so I'm sorry if I'm grateful for the fact that I'm alive and by the way we're never doing hiking again" "Fine by me" you say laughing at her squinted eyes.

"Okay, coming down is checked now we should find potable water so we can fill our bottles" You say trying to listen for a source of water near you "Well if this place is anything like where we were yesterday there should be a near river" Jiwoo says, walking towards the density of the trees. After a couple of minutes of walking very slowly in case you're disturbing some animal, it's obvious there are no other people around, you hear the flow of a current of water; you look at each other and smile walking a little faster towards it. When you arrive, you two find the clearest river you have ever saw, not caring how you look you bring your hands together to cup some water and drink it "Ha ha ha" Jiwoo was laughing at you "What? I'm parched" water's dripping from your jaw because of you talking "I know but you could've wait" she's taking her empty bottles from her backpack and starts filling them, after drinking enough water with your hands you do the same with your own empty bottles. You two sit there since it was really hot and warm, and you just want to rest for a little bit before you had to start walking again, Jiwoo's very comfortable laying down on the grass with her head on top of her bag and you have your back against a nearby tree, you take out of your bag snacks and hand some to Jiwoo "Ji, where do you think we should go next? We still have no idea where we are" "Let's not worry about that now, just enjoy the sun N/N" at the same time she's saying that you hear rumbling from a bush a bit away from you, and suddenly a pack of wolves came from the bush "Ji, Ji, Ji get up, get up NOW" you say in shushed tone looking at the wolves "Wha…" she starts saying in a loud manner and you quickly cover her mouth, so she looks at where you're looking and starts to panic; luckily the wolves hadn't noticed you yet so both of you stand up and start to walk backwards but your foot snap a branch and it's that the thing that make the wolves look at you. Jiwoo and you, holding hands, start to run after the wolves get closer.

You two run, as fast as you could, for what feels like hours but probably where just a few seconds and those wolves aren't slowing down. And, in like your everyday life, your clumsiness just has to appear in the form of a rock that makes you trip tripping Jiwoo too; as the wolves are getting closer Jiwoo gets up and you try to get up but a pain in your ankle makes it impossible "Jiwoo, run…I can't get up, save yourself please" wincing you stare at her and start to crawl backwards "No, I'm not leaving you… we just need something that helps you walk or distract them" she says looking frantically everywhere "I know! A large stick can help you getting up" Jiwoo runs towards the forest leaving you with the wolves. You're practically surrounded by now, you know you're going to be eaten thus you close your eyes waiting for the inevitable; and suddenly something or rather someone lands in front of you, thinking it was Jiwoo putting herself in danger you open your eyes but what you see isn't Jiwoo it's someone? something? else, you can't tell because the sun's in your eyes. The only thing you see is that thing? a leopard? fighting with the wolves, the interesting thing is that it isn't trying to kill them, looks like is the other way around, it's trying to not wound them too badly. The wolves notice they aren't going to win this fight and run away.

Sitting against a tree you now could see the thing that saved you and to your surprise it's a damn leopard, now you know it saved so you could be its meal. Jiwoo comes running from the trees and steps in front of you with large stick not noticing the animal behind her "F/N I found a stick now you can run!" "Ji there's a leopard behind you" you whisper "What?!" turning around she looks behind her and what you see isn't a leopard but a man? You can't describe what you're seeing, it's man with normal clothes but it has two animal ears on the top of its head with a leopard pattern and from behind it has swinging tail with a leopard pattern too. Where the hell were you? Jiwoo walks backwards trying to take your hand but the man-animal growls at her making you two whimper with fear. The man-animal starts walking towards the tree, specially towards you saying something that surprise you "Mine…You're mine…I finally found you" "What're you saying?" Those words come out fearfully from your mouth "You're my partner, beautiful" he says while bending in front of you "What?...Partner? What are you?" you're talking to him but looking at Jiwoo who has her eyes wide open watching the exchange between you and the man-animal "I'm Taehyung, a leopard hybrid" he says with a beautiful boxy smile "and what's your name, not that I mind calling you Beautiful" you feel like you're in a trance just by looking at that smile that without caring you answer him "I'm F/N and that's Jiwoo" you don't know how it's possible but his smile grows "F/N" he says in a low tone like tasting your name on his lips.

The next thing you know he's carrying you bridal style "Hey hey hey…what do you think you are doing with my friend" apparently Jiwoo finally finds her voice when she sees that "I saw how she fell and her ankle is swelling" he says looking at her in a sad tone, like he's at fault for your injury "I'm so sorry you fell and I wasn't there to prevent it" he talks to you almost crying "hey hey it wasn't your fault instead I should be thanking you for saving me from those wolves" you grab his face so he could look you in the eye and knowing you're telling the truth "But from the moment I smelled you I should have come running, but I got distracted by some pretty flowers I wanted to give you in a way to court you and that's why you got chased by wolves and then fell…It's my fault" he looks so sorrowful "Wait…we smell?!" Jiwoo smells her armpits and talks at the same time, but those words made Taehyung lift his head "No…I mean yes…but you know I'm not talking about that, I'm talking about the smell that comes from the Connection" the hybrid? looks at you and Jiwoo like you're the crazy ones and not him by talking about some connection?, which appears to be something important and smelly "Is it something common from where you're from?" you ask him "What do you mean by where you're from? this is something that happens globally" he says with an eyebrow raised looking at you "Well we're from Bastion and that's not a thing" Jiwoo says to him with an eyebrow raised too "There's no Bastion as far as I know" you look at Jiwoo with a worried face "Then where are we going?" you ask him with wide eyes "Well we're going to the Capital of the World, Bangtanimal City" he says with a smile addressed to you "Well we have never heard of it either" you say, and start to see buildings in the distance wondering for how long has he been carrying you "Taehyung" "you said my name" his smile is really something else "mmm yes? Mmm you can put me down you know? I can walk with the stick Ji found" you say with a small smile "NO" he growls "I want to have you in my arms" "Okay" your voice quiver a little bit "I'm sorry I didn't mean to growl at you but I've waited for you for a long time and I don't want to let you go" "Oh hey it's the city…Great because I'm tired and hungry" Jiwoo stops for a moment massaging her feet "Uuuuu I'm hungry too" You grab your belly and Jiwoo deadpans at you "Wait until we get home, Beautiful, I'm gonna cook for you" Taehyung brings his face closer to yours caressing your cheek with his nose making you blush, in your defense this is the first time a boy is so close to you, noticing the red on your cheeks he says "I love the color red on your cheeks" finishing the sentence with that damn boxy smile.

Chapter 2

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Smile for Me (Part 1) Zhongli x fem!reader

Summary: Zhongli never smiled at you the way that he smiled at his memories of Guizhong. Thinking that the only way Zhongli would ever be happy is for Guizhong to come back again, you secretly set off on a journey to bring her back to life. But it comes with a price: Your life.

Warnings: pining, angst, one-sided (at first), hurt, angst again, drama, some Guizhong x Zhongli, hints of Xiao x reader, MAY NOT FOLLOW THE ACTUAL LORE.

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“Xiao, I��ve been serving Rex Lapis for a little less than you have...” You stand at the rooftop with your companion, the both of you watching as the people below, looking like ants, flit in and out of Wangshu Inn. “...and I know that he misses her. Every day,”

There’s a silence between the two of you. The only sounds for a moment are the hustle and bustle of people, the distant shouts of kids playing tag. “...It does not change the fact that Guizhong is gone. What do you wish to accomplish?” Xiao asks, eyes piercing you in a rather accusatory way.

You shift under his gaze, eyes travelling up to look at the horizon: mountains towering over the skies. “...There’s a legend about Wuwang Hill--” Xiao cuts you off before you can finish, “Wuwang Hill is a place of lost souls, Y/N, you cannot trust what you hear about it,”

And just like that, you shut your mouth. You love Rex Lapis, and it was not the kind of love that the people of Liyue had for him. It was the kind of love that had your thoughts spinning out of control, your mind paralyzed with the image of him and your heart accelerating at the sight of his smile.

At this point it must have been an open secret. Xiao knew. Verr Goldet knew. Hu Tao knew. Perhaps even Ningguang knew. It seemed that everyone knew. Except Zhongli himself. Or perhaps he did know. Sometimes you did get the sense that Zhongli knew but he... he must have been in love with her still. Her. Guizhong.

“...Do not attempt anything reckless, Y/N,” Xiao warns, crossing his arms.

You smile a little at his concealed worry. “No promises,” you merely chuckle to which he just sighed to.

“Y/N,” You hear Zhongli call out for you, just as Xiao drops to one knee to acknowledge the presence of Rex Lapis. “There’s no need for that, Xiao,” Zhongli says, but Xiao doesn’t listen and keeps on his knee. Zhongli knows it’s useless to try and coax Xiao out of the habit when you yourself still called him-- “Master Zhongli,” you bow a little and approach his side.

Of the 1,500 years that you spent serving Zhongli, the last 500 had been spent as his so-called personal assistant. Running errands for him, keeping Liyue safe and communicating with the people of Liyue to see if there was anything amiss.

“Just Zhongli, Y/N,” Really, he thought. He reminded you nearly every day about that and you still couldn’t get out of the habit. He didn’t think the ‘master’ title was necessary, seeing as he really wasn’t the Archon that he was before. “Let’s head back,” Zhonglis says, and turns around to start walking. You wave your hand briefly towards Xiao and follow behind him.

“Zhongli, I’m afraid I have some errands to run later today. Sir Baizhu has requested my assistance to gather some herbs,” Zhongli turns his head towards you, face rather stoic. But you’ve been with him long enough to know that the look he’s giving you is one of curiosity. “Baizhu? From Bubu Pharmacy?” Zhongli asks.

“Yes, it would seem he’s having trouble collecting some herbs.” Zhongli goes back to walking in silence. He found it a little odd, how Baizhu would ask you for help instead of the Adventurer’s Guild. “Not to worry, I’ll accompany you back to Liyue before I head out again. Wouldn’t want you to be lonely on the way back,” You joke. Your hands meeting behind your back as you stretch your neck forward to catch the expression on Zhongli’s face. He chuckles a little at your statement. “Yes, that would be nice,” and you only smile wider as the two of you walk in comfortable silence.

There was no request from Baizhu. You had lied through your teeth, and you had a feeling that Zhongli knew. There was no getting around that guy. He who had lived for 6000 years had all the experience about deceit and deception.

That night. You went to Wuwang Hill. You presented yourself to a particular tree. Legend has it that the tree had the power to raise the dead...but one would have to actively seek the tree out and the price to pay was... “Your body, your soul and your existence,” You stood in front of the glowing tree, shrouded in a blue light.

“My...existence?”

“Everyone will forget about you,”

“Everyone?”

“Everyone.”

“Guizhong...” It was a particular night that you woke up, and as you were making your way to the pantry to get some water, you had heard him talking to himself. “It’s been some millennia since I last saw you, and yet...” he pauses here for a breath. “And yet I remember everything as if it was yesterday,”

“...Alright, I’ll do it, what do you need?” “Any object that once belonged to the person you wish to raise from the dead,”

“Do you like it?” Your head snaps around. Zhongli was standing at the entrance of the abode. You were sifting through documents in the living room, and had somehow stumbled upon a fa-zan hairpin. It was an elaborate hairpin. Intricate and elegant, with a purple lotus flower as its main design. You picked it up gently. What was something like this doing in a man’s house, you wonder. “It belonged to an old friend,” Something about the way he says ‘old friend’ makes you think that she was something more. “...I’m sure she wouldn’t mind, if I gift it to you,” You stare at it for a moment longer, and put it back into the beautiful box it was in. “...I couldn’t possibly take something so beautiful,” and had never touched it since then.

“Well, young one? Will you accept the terms?”

“...Yes, I’ll be back with it tomorrow,”

In the dead of night as you travel back to Liyue, memories of the past 1,500 years flitting around in your mind...You can already feel that being forgotten was worse than death.

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jealously

summary- Tom Riddle becomes jealous of reader’s boyfriend and decides to take matters into his own hands

warnings- smut, cheating, degrading, edging, and a bit of light choking. dom! tom, sub! reader

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I’ve never been much of a morning person, but for some reason I was up early today. I knew that I had a potions essay due tomorrow, and I was behind on it. Still in my silky nightgown, I assumed no one else would be in the common room. To my surprise, Abraxas was sitting in front of the fireplace. I smiled and tip-toed over to him, wrapping my arms around his chest from behind him. He squeezed one of my hands gently, acknowledging my presence.

“Darling, why are you up? It’s barely 5 am,” he told me softly. I rolled my eyes and swiveled around the couch so I could sit down next to him.

“I should be asking you the same thing, Malfoy. Oh my God, what happened to your face?” Even in the dim lighting of the Slytherin common room, I could see the dark purple bruises around one of his eyes. I gently reached up to try and touch him, but he turned his face to the side.

“It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it. Did you sleep well?” He tried to change the subject, but I didn’t let up.

“Brax, what the hell happened? Please tell me that the other guy looks worse,” I said while positioning myself closer to him. I gently ran a finger along his jawline in a comforting gesture. I could smell his sage wood cologne, which I absolutely adored.

“Truthfully darling, I think I’m lucky I walked away without him cursing me. He was absolutely livid after you left.”

Of course. I was such an idiot. Tom had done this to him.

Late last night, Abraxas and I were kissing in the corridor when we decided we wanted to go somewhere more private. Abraxas knows how to find the Room of Requirement, and he dragged me inside, still kissing my neck and holding onto my waist. Unfortunately for us, all of the other 6th year Slytherin boys were already there, brewing some type of illegal potion. Not only had Abraxas forgotten he was supposed to meet with them that night, but he had also exposed me to what was happening.

Although some people would believe so, I’m not naive to what goes on in this school. I know about Tom and his pursuits in dark magic. I know about their constant fights with those Gryffindors who all wear that one lion pin. But Tom seemed to believe that I had no prior knowledge of these secret meetings, and he instantly started yelling at us.

“Malfoy, you idiot! You are not supposed to bring back girls to this room, and certainly not when we’re in the middle of illicit activities!”

Rosier and Avery were still sitting by the cauldron, doing nothing to help the situation. I stepped away from Abraxas and turned towards Tom.

“Calm down, Riddle. You and your superiority complex need to learn that not everyone’s life revolves around yours,” I spat at him. Tom took a step closer to me, and I instinctively reached to pull out my wand. Before I had a chance to, I felt the back of my head being slammed against the wall, Tom’s hand gripping my throat tightly. Abraxas and Rosier both shouted for Tom to let go of me, but I just smiled. I stared him down, letting him know that I wasn’t afraid of him.

“You’re not allowed to speak to me that way,” he growled.

“I can speak to you any way I want Tommy.” His eyes looked as if he wanted to strangle me, but I saw the trace of a smile play across his lips. He abruptly let go of me and turned towards Abraxas.

“You need to keep your girlfriend under control. Get out of here.” Abraxas quickly grabbed my hand and started to pull me towards the door.

“Not you, Malfoy. Your presence is still required here.” I opened my mouth to tell him off again, but Abraxas quickly shook his head.

“Go back to the common room, darling. I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?” I reluctantly sighed, but figured that I shouldn’t piss Tom off even more. I should have known that Tom would still be angry with Abraxas.

Flashing back to present time, I turned around to look towards the boys dormitories. Abraxas could tell what I was thinking, so he gently squeezed my hand.

“Leave it alone, dearest. He was fine the rest of the night, confronting him will just make him mad again. I don’t want you to get hurt, my love.”

I’m not one to back down easily, and I constantly let my temper get the best of me. But Abraxas’ soft touch against my leg and heart-felt words relaxed me a bit.

“Alright. I won’t say anything. Have you done Slughorn’s essay yet?”

We spent the next hour or so alone in the common room, trying to hastily finish up homework. By the time that others started waking up, I was sitting in his lap, my hands in his hair as we kissed passionately.

“You two are disgusting. 20 points from Slytherin,” a cold voice said. I rolled my eyes and gave Abraxas a quick peck on the lips before sliding off of him and back onto the couch. Tom was Head Boy, and he had no problem with taking points from his own house. He had a lot of nerve as well. Almost every single night I watched him drag some girl into his room. She always left limping a few hours later, and Tom never spoke to her again.

“Put some clothes on. You’re dressed like a whore,” he spat at me. I scoffed at him, but got up to head back to my room anyways. As I slipped on my school robes and brushed out my hair, I couldn’t stop thinking about Tom.

The rest of the day went by pretty quickly. I managed to get through all of my classes without speaking a word to Tom. After watching the Slytherin quidditch team practice while gossiping with Lestrange, I sat with Rosier and Abraxas in the common room. Rosier made me play chess with him, beating me every single time. This was strange, since I considered myself an excellent chess player. I guess I was just a little distracted. Abraxas excused himself to his dorm room, saying that he had a ton of homework to do. He gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek before leaving.

“Something on your mind?” Rosier asked me. I sighed and slumped down in my chair.

“I don’t know. I guess I’m still kind of upset about what happened with Tom. Why do you guys let him treat you all so awfully?”

“It’s not as simple as that. Being friends with Riddle has advantages and disadvantages. The occasional hex or punch to the face isn’t much of a price to pay.” I scoffed and rolled my eyes.

“One of these days I’m gonna kill that son of a bitch,” I said with a grin. Rosier chuckled and patted my arm.

“Good luck with that.”

A few hours later I was lying in my bed, staring up at the ceiling. I had been trying desperately to fall asleep. But something was still on the back of my mind, and that something was preventing me from being able to relax. I let out a sigh and rolled out of bed. I slipped out of my room and quietly walked down the stairs, into the common room. I then made my way up the stairs leading to the boys dormitory. I took a deep breath before knocking on the door at the end of the hallway. He opened the door, and my nostrils were instantly filled with the smell of smoke. Tom stood inches away from me, still in his school uniform. He was holding a lit cigarette between his fingers.

“Did you need something, sweetheart?” I rolled my eyes at his stupid pet-name.

“You are absolutely insane, Riddle! You walk around this damn school like you own the place, and I’m sick of it.” He smiled and offered out his arm to me.

“If you’re going to yell at me, then you might as well do it behind closed doors,” he offered. I didn’t take his hand, but I did step inside and let him shut the door behind me. Since he was Head Boy, his room was bigger than all of ours. I could see that his window was open, probably because of the smoke. His bed had black silky sheets adorning it, and I could see all of the books on his desk were neatly stacked. His box of cigarettes was laying on his nightstand.

“So did you come here just to tell me off or did you want a smoke as well?” he taunted.

I turned around to face him again.

“I want you to stop hitting my boyfriend. And the rest of the boys. You have to learn how to respect others.” He chuckled darkly while taking a step towards me.

“Darling, that’s a pretty demanding request. My respect has to be earned.” In an attempt to look more confident, I crossed my arms across my chest.

“You’re such a child, Tom. I don’t know why you think that everyone worships you!” I shouted at him. He quickly wrapped his free hand around my neck and pushed me against the wall. He flicked his cigarette to the ground and stomped it out.

“That’s because everyone does. Everyone except you it seems.” I don’t know why Tom had this constant need to slam me up against the wall and choke me. It didn’t make me afraid of his dumbass.

Honestly, it was kind of hot. He brought his other hand up to my face and he touched my cheek softly.

“Did you and Malfoy ever finish what you started yesterday?” It took me a moment to realize that he was asking if we had fucked.

“That’s none of your business,” I snapped at him. He tightened his grip on my throat and used one of his legs to pin down mine.

“Answer my question.”

“No, I haven’t slept with him. Why do you care?” Tom brought his head down to my neck and whispered into my ear.

“Because I’m not into sloppy seconds.” Before I had a chance to mention the fact that he probably had over twenty bodies, he started kissing me roughly. I kissed him back and wrapped my leg around one of his. I let him suck on my neck as he pushed my thin nightgown up my leg and slipped one of his hands under it. He started to slowly rub circles on my thigh. He continued to suck on my neck as I tried to grind against him. He growled and used his other hand to push my waist back against the wall.

“None of that. Do you want me to touch you, darling?” he asked in a mocking tone. I nodded and he slipped his fingers into my underwear.

“Someone’s a needy little slut,” he whispered. Part of me wanted to call him a man-whore, but the part of me that valued my life kept me quiet. I felt him push two fingers inside me and I whimpered. He started to rub my clit with his thumb as he thrusted his fingers in and out of me. He started kissing my neck again as I moaned quietly. He was going incredibly slow, making me desperate for every touch. At a particularly sharp pressure, one of my legs twitched and I had to bite my lip to stop from making noise. Tom chuckled and tilted my chin towards him.

“Didn’t you come here to yell at me? Are you going to yell at me now, darling?” He started to rub me faster, which made it difficult for me to even speak.

“I hate you,” I was able to mutter. He laughed and pinched my waist roughly, making me jump. After only a few minutes, I was starting to get close to my peak. I felt my legs start to shake as I bit my lip to stifle my moans. Tom noticed this, so he stopped touching me. I frowned as he leaned down to whisper into my ear.

“Did you really think I was going to let you come that quickly?”

Before I had the chance to respond, he grabbed my legs and spun me around, pushing me onto his bed. He quickly tugged my nightgown off of me and started to take off his shirt. I tried to reach up and help him, but he used his free hand to push me back onto the bed. He quickly unbuckled his belt and kicked his pants off before getting on top of me. I felt his member pressing against my thigh. He wrapped a hand around my throat again and used the other hand to gently rub one of my hips.

“Is this what you want? Me to fuck you senseless while your boyfriend sleeps two rooms over?” I felt him rub against my clit, teasing me purposefully. I decided that I wouldn’t tell him that me and Abraxas weren’t actually dating until later.

“Tom-”

“Shut up,” he growled before thrusting into me sharply. As he rocked into me, I definitely felt a bit of pain. He was bigger than what I was used to, but I was adjusting quickly. I tried to rest my arms on his shoulders, but he didn’t like that. He pinned my hands above my head and started to attack my neck with his mouth.

“If you do that again, I’ll tie you down. Don’t test me,” he muttered. He continued to rail into me over and over, hitting me at just the right angle. In less than ten minutes I was close again. I tightly clenched the sheets and tried to grind my hips against his to alleviate some of the tension. That’s when he slipped out of me with a grin.

“Not yet, sweetheart,” he said while stroking my hair.

“Are you fucking serious?” I complained.

“Completely. Be a good girl and maybe I’ll let you finish before the night is over.”

I will admit, his self-control was pretty impressive. Most guys wouldn’t be able to handle pulling out before they had finished. But I also figured that he was just bluffing. There was no way he would be able to do this for more than twenty minutes. After 30 or so seconds of him attacking my mouth with his tongue, he thrusted into me again. This time his strokes were a bit slower and more gentle. He rubbed one of my arms lightly as he made me shiver at his touch.

“Tom, oh my God,” I moaned into his neck. I assumed he was going to tell me to shut up, but I guess he liked knowing how good he was making me feel.

“That’s right, darling. You like this?” I nodded my head as he pressed soft kisses against my jawline. I was definitely pleased with his change of pace. The slow stroked and gentle kisses made this feel a bit more like a normal thing. But of course, that didn’t last very long. Once he was done leaving hickies all over my neck, he wrapped his hand around it. He started to press himself deeper inside of me, rocking me into his bed. I whimpered as he hit a spot that made my legs twitch.

“Quiet, slut,” he demanded. I tilted my head slightly away from him, trying to stifle my moans with one of his pillows. I was panting at this point, desperately gripping onto the sheets.

“Could Malfoy make you feel this good?”

“Yeah, if I was with him I would’ve came by now,” I thought to myself. However, I shook my head in an attempt to appease him.

“That’s right. Should I let you finish now?” I nodded and he jerked my face back towards him. “Alright. Beg for it.” That actually made me laugh. There was no way I was going to give into him that easily. Tom shrugged and continued to pound into me. “Be difficult then. I don’t care either way.”

I bit down my lip to muffle a scream as my stomach flipped and my legs shook. Right when I was about to be sent over the edge, he pulled out of me again. By now, I was completely fed up with him. I tried to bring one of my hands down between my legs, but he was quicker than me. He grabbed both of my arms and roughly pinned them above my head.

“I don’t think so, dear. I want the whole hallway to hear you screaming my name,” he said while stroking my cheek tauntingly.

“Good luck with that,” I said with an eye roll.

“You’re mine now. No one gets to touch you but me,” he muttered into my ear before thrusting into me again. By now I could see finger-shaped bruises starting to form on my waist. We had been going at it for at least 35 minutes, and my body was aching for release. I was confident that he had left at least 5 or so hickies on my neck, which I was not looking forward to having to cover up tomorrow. Out of instinct, I tried to move my leg around his to adjust the angle. Tom slammed me down onto his bed roughly.

“Don’t fucking move,” he growled. He pressed one of his thumbs against my clit, making me whimper. I was so frustrated that tears had started to stream down my face. Tom gently wiped them away with his free hand.

“Are you gonna apologize for yelling at me earlier?” he asked in a snarl. I shook my head, which made him chuckle.

“That’s what I thought. If you’re gonna be like that, you clearly haven’t learned your lesson.” He started to kiss roughly at my collar, obviously trying to mark me more. After a few minutes of listening to me whine and pant, he decided to give me another chance.

“Promise me you’ll stop hanging around Malfoy,” he said softly. That kind of threw me for a loop.

“What? Why?” He nibbled on my ear lobe and thrusted into me sharply.

“You’re my little slut now. I don’t want him touching you. Promise me.” I instinctively shook my head, which only made his thrusts even harder.

“Promise me, darling. Like I said, I can go all night.” I really, really wanted to keep my mouth shut. But I was so overwhelmed, I couldn’t take much more.

“Fine. I promise. Please Tom, I-”

He bit down on my lip and thrusted into me at the perfect angle and speed.

Over-and-over again.

I moaned his name as well as a stream of profanities as waves of pleasure tore through my body. My legs were shaking so bad that he had to actually hold them down. While I was riding out my high, Tom muttered praises into my ear. I was so extremely sensitive that every touch set off fireworks against my skin.

“Take me like a good girl,” he said before roughly grabbing my throat. It took him a few minutes to finish himself off, but when he did it was so hot. He didn’t even bother to pull out. He continued to kiss me for a bit before he got up and started to walk towards his bathroom.

“Now, get the hell out of my room, whore.”

I smiled at his lovely term of endearment as I tried to quickly pull my clothing back on. I stood up quickly, and my legs gave out beneath me. Tom laughed as he put on his bathrobe.

“You’re pathetic,” he said while helping me up. Surprisingly enough, he walked me back to my dorm, smiling the entire way. Before he turned to leave he pushed a piece of hair behind my ear.

“Sleep well, darling.” I flashed him a sweet smile.

“You too, Riddle.”

#tom riddle #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle smut #smut #tom riddle oneshot #oneshot #harry potter #hogwarts #slytherin #tom marvolo riddle #tom riddle fanfiction #fanfic

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Things are getting dark in the BNHA manga, so I wanted to return to brighter times and do a post on Inko Midoriya and her many parallels with All Might. Their interactions are some of my favorites in BNHA, not as a ship (although I am multi-ship friendly) but as two adult humans with little in common and no overlapping life experiences that nonetheless become co-parents because of deep empathy and one determined kid with a knack for bringing people together. The canon Inko-All Might interactions are short, but they occur at critical points in the story and touch on almost all major themes of the series.

The main chapter where All Might and Inko meet starts with them depicted as adversaries, facing off for a fight. #1 hero vs mama bear! Except...they don’t actually fight. They talk through what they each want for Izuku and come to a mutual understanding. These characters really see and trust each other in a way that contrasts with the Todoroki “watch me” story. Before I dive deep, check out the difference between the beginning and the end of Chapter 97, because this art is everything:

Ok, now for the good stuff.

1. In a story about succession and what we owe future generations, Inko is All Might’s predecessor with respect to Izuku. If Nana Shimura gave him OFA and made him a hero, Inko gives him a second life and unofficially-but-actually-officially makes him a “dad.”

2. Much like how All Might can’t be the sole pillar supporting society, Inko can’t be the sole pillar supporting Izuku. The difference is that we watch Inko arrive at this conclusion in the span of one chapter while All Might and, uh, society, aren’t there yet. When Inko truly sees how much Izuku is driven to become a hero, and how much he NEEDS something she can’t give, she starts to back down. Unlike Endeavor, she knows her son’s future is not about her.

Izuku wants this so much he won’t stay with Inko and will “go wherever”.... and it’s almost like All Might will follow to help Izuku be that hero...

3. Speaking of, allowing Izuku to move out at 15 and having All Might “raise” him is an incredible sacrifice on Inko’s part. She’s unexpectedly “retiring” as an active day-to-day parent and letting go of the one thing she spent her life building and protecting. Trusting your life’s work in someone else’s hands is really, really hard, but she does it. (Can All Might?)

After the Overhaul arc, we see Inko acknowledging the progress Izuku has made, which includes All Might by extension (because she’s clearly thinking about him too). Seeing how Izuku can grow without her, Inko is slowly getting comfortable with her decision to “retire.” (Can All Might?)

4. Inko’s weight gain parallels All Might’s weight loss in that both characters neglect themselves to help others (parenting and hero-ing) and they PARTICULARLY ignore themselves when worrying about Izuku.

5. Izuku, Inko, and All Might all seem to know when people need a little saving. Starting with Inko...when All Might flexes into his iconic muscle form and performs dogeza (and then poofs down to his true form), he’s not merely apologizing — he’s showing deference to Inko. She has power over All Might AND she’s not sold on the bloody reality of her son becoming a hero, even if she supports his dream. From here, she could block the next symbol of peace. She could take away the child All Might loves. She could extract whatever she wanted from the longtime #1 hero. Just think about what some other, less charitable characters might do.

But Inko doesn’t take anything from All Might. Instead, Inko sees how much Izuku and All Might need each other (I mean, LOOK AT THEIR FACES when they think she’s saying no!!!). She moves to reassure All Might that Izuku needs him, that she doesn’t hate UA (even though she railed against the school minutes earlier), and that she doesn’t want an big, heroic sacrifice. Inko trusts he will help Izuku “walk a path” different from his bloody one. She just wants a happy child, and All Might is integral to that because these 2 boys are a bonded pair. Izuku lives for All Might and All Might lives for Izuku. All for one and one for all, united we stand divided we fall. Inko sees how deeply All Might respects and cares for Izuku, to the point that the next symbol of peace is secondary (unlike Endeavor, who is invested in Shoto carrying on his legacy above all else).

Oh hey, 200 chapters later, it turns out All Might IS willing to follow Izuku anywhere, because he just can’t be apart from his boy. And, after Inko and All Might built mutual respect in Chapter 97, we see in Chapter 309 that All Might is not afraid to cry in front of Inko and show his real concern about Izuku. (He doesn’t cry in Chapter 97, but he readily lets the waterworks flow in Chapter 309.)

Now, we don’t see Inko’s reaction to All Might beyond the second panel below, but we know she previously decided to trust the boys despite her own fears. It’s not out of character for her to trust them again. In fact, it’s kinda sweet to see them both reassure her [while still clinging to their dumb plans, sigh]. Izuku makes clear he’s not intending to sacrifice his life, and All Might won’t let Izuku go alone. Of course, both of these promises will be...challenged...in chapters 310+, but the intent is there and that’s all Inko can ask for (I mean, that was all she originally asked of All Might in exchange for her consent — no sacrifice + “look after” Izuku.)

Finally, note how All Might stands throughout the scene, projecting a large, protective presence because it’s his turn to give back. Izuku extends his hand to his mother; All Might extends his height above them both. For all of 309 he’s high above Inko and Izuku; in 97, he’s shown equal to or below Inko except the brief moment he looms over them just before kneeling to the floor.

6. Inko and All Might only interact twice in the manga, but both times are critical turning points between acts AND both times are shortly after encounters with villains — Shigaraki/AFO in particular. The first is in the immediate aftermath of Kamino and All Might’s retirement (literally, All Might retires at the beginning of Chapter 96 and he meets Inko at the end). The second Inko-All Might interaction is in the immediate aftermath of the war and jailbreak (Chapter 309). At a meta-level, Inko’s character page is at the end of Chapter 94, right after we see Izuku & Shigaraki with AFO saying “it’s your turn.”

Interestingly there are TWO earlier near-interactions in canon. The first is in the School Briefs light novel, taking place just after the internships/Stain arc and before final exams. TL;DR: There’s a Parents Day at UA that involves a villain kidnapping 1A’s parents (spoiler: it’s really a rational deception by Aizawa and the parents are in on it). But things go awry and Inko nearly falls into a fire pit for real. A playing-the-villain-but-actually-in-his-true-form All Might swoops in to save her, of course! Afterwards, Inko runs over to thank him, thinking she’s talking to a local theater actor. :)

Lastly, in Chapter 70, right after Izuku runs into Shigaraki at the mall, Inko and All Might are both near Izuku at the police station. However, neither one speaks to or acknowledges the other, and the art doesn’t even show them together. The closest we get is the bottom right panel:

Despite both All Might and Izuku knowing about these two near-meetings, neither one tells Inko. My head canon is that they do this to avoid embarrassing her — she’s obviously terrified when All Might visits her home, so All Might saying, “we’ve met but you didn’t know” would be impolite. Likewise, if she at all remembered All Might from the police station, she doesn’t say so. Kindness all around!

I don’t know if it’s likely, but I’m really hopeful that a “found family” with most (all?) of these characters will happen in the end (maybe with Shigaraki too??)....I enjoy them way too much!!

#bhna #mha #my hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #all might #mha all might #mha inko #bnha inko #bnha all might #bnha meta #inko midoriya #midoriya inko #yagi toshinori #mha toshinori #toshinori yagi

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thewritetofreespeech · 4 years

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oh oh! those knb headcanons were very nice!! thank you for writing themm can I please have something similar but them being bfs 🥺💖

Sure thing! Sorry in advance if I used the wrong pronouns. It was just easier to us��“girlfriend” than be more gender neutral this time.

KnB Boyfriend Type HC

Kuroko

Good boyfriend

Possibly met because #2 ran up to you and yipped at your ankles til you picked him up

Animals can always spot good people

Difficulty in expressing himself fully and how much he cares about you

It’s hard to express how much you like someone if you don’t use your words. But tried really hard to be more vocal

On the flipside, in not being very expressive, Testu-kun is very blunt. As we all know from him roasting people unintentionally

Would be very up front if people went “Awww! Is that your girlfriend~!”….”Yes this is my girlfriend [Y/N].”

No shame. No hesitation in the lad, which throws people off.

Makes a point to have you involved in Serin or GOM activities. Doesn’t want you to feel left out.

Loves to pet your head. Totally gets why people do it to him all the time.

Favorite activity: reading quietly together. Sometimes the same book so you can discuss. Often times separate books just sitting together on the couch.

Akashi

Torn between Akashi wanting someone hyper type A like he is to keep up with him or someone just incredibly sugar sweet.

The boy needs some mothering in his life. Not in a creepy way you pervs!

Want to see him with an adorable ball of sunshine who’s always happy and tries to make him smile

Lots of soft Akashi smile. Gah! My knees!

All free time not dedicated to studying or basketball is dedicated to you

When you have his time, you have it. His attention is only focused on you when you’re together

Respects your need for privacy and alone time if you ask for it.

Weird ultra first world dating problems. “My family is going to our private beach for 2 weeks in the summer. Do you want to come? We fly out Thursday.”

Above is very rare though. Much more prefers “commoner” dating plans like going to the park or window shopping.

Yes I made an Ouran reference in a KnB Headcanon post. Sue me.

Favorite activity: gardening. Likes to watch things grow and create things with his own hands, and you. Finds it extremely peaceful to be out with the flowers on sunny days.

Aomine

I love Aomine to death, and I say this with all the love in the world: he’d be a terrible boyfriend

At first anyway

Really has no concept of others outside of himself at times & is extremely selfish

Also has the emotional capacity of a moody 5-year-old

It will take a lot of work for him to change

And, more importantly, the right person

Any man is willing to change for the right person in their lives

Once he works over some of his hurdles, he can be a really good boyfriend

Extremely protective. Don’t even look at his baby wrong or you’re gonna get molly-whopped on sight

Always proud to show you things. Like a new dunk. Passing grade on one of his assignment. This really big crayfish he found

Praised all his life for basketball, but literally nothing else. Has a super praise kink.

Favorite activity: taking naps and cuddling with you. Very octopus-y with his limbs. Hope you went to the bathroom before you laid down!

Midorima

Good boyfriend. Maybe tries a little too hard.

Super focused on his studies and planning. But not super good with expressing emotions. Accept annoyance

Also you can’t plan falling in love

Would super try though

Probably reads ever shoujo manga Momoi has to research on how to be a good boyfriend & what girls like. With disastrous results.

Much better boyfriend when he starts being himself

Your superstitious love nerd keeps track of your horoscope as well, to let you know everyday what to look out for

Possibly a ploy just to talk to you everyday

Also checks in to make sure you’re eating properly

Brings you your own lucky item on particularly “ominous” days according to the Oha Asa

Favorite activity: study dates. Likes the quiet, collaborative spirit of you both working and learning together. Also possibly so he can help you; and show you how smart he is.

Kise

You know what this shirt is made out of? Boyfriend material

Probably a line he used on you when you were first going out

Most experienced with dating out of the bunch

Kise is the ultimate cliché, rom-com boyfriend

Some of it is an act. Most of it is genuinely his personality

Love it when he let’s a little of his real personality shine through, and turns the “show” off for a while

Remembers every birthday, holiday, anniversary, and mini-anniversary and makes a celebration out of it

Likes to bring you to his model shoots because “look at how popular I am! be proud of me! also did everyone see how cute my girlfriend is!”

Same with the above if you come to his games

Hella gentleman. You don’t touch a doorknob while Kise is around for the first year of you dating

Favorite activity: dates around the city walking around. Maybe go see a movie. Or split a crepe by some fountain in the park. Real A level cliché stuff.

Murasakibara

Kind of hard dating a 7ft toddler. But you make it work

Murasakibara is really sweet though

He might not get it all the time, but does have a genuine desire to make you happy and be happy with you

Misses you a lot when he’s at school. I feel like I read somewhere that Yosen was an all-boys school, but could find no proof of that. Rolling with it though.

Texts you a lot during the day at school. Mostly to complain that he’s bored or wants to get cake after school

Brings extra snacks for you on outings. If you don’t eat them he will, so win-win.

Would share one single potato chip with you if you asked. Which is a big accomplishment

Would totally give you his beloved hair tie if you need it.

Gets teased a lot by his older siblings when you come over

Like standing in a field of purple headed giants when you’re at his house

Seriously, what are their parents feeding these kids??

Favorite activity: blanket forts and movies night, with lots of snack & fizzy drinks. No scary movies please.

Kagami

Totally not in love with you until the moment he is

And you’re gonna hear about it that moment too

Being wishy-washy with your feelings is the same thing as being afraid. And Kagami Taiga isn’t afraid of anything!

Except dogs. But he’s working on that.

Way to a man’s heart is through his stomach

Make him some food or a bento and he’s yours forever.

Loves it when you come to his practices and games

He gets super fired up

10x more likely to play harder and win when you’re around

Also 10x more likely to break shit because he really is just a big puppy bundle of testosterone and enthusiasm.

Always needs to be near you when you’re around. Whether it’s hugging, holding hands, or standing right beside you, he always wants you to be by his side.

Favorite activity: eating meals together. Particularly at home. Loves when you cook for him, or if you make something together. Likes to sit at the dinner table and talk about each other’s day, what you want to do that weekend, really anything.

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spidxysense · 3 years

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Back to You | 14

Summary: He broke your heart, but you’d always love him. Two souls that not even the universe could tear apart, even if you wanted it to at times.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader x Timothee Chalamet

A/N: Yay I updated! I hope you guys like this one, I was stuck for a bit there but once I sat down and got to typing, I really finished it in one sitting. I was just planning on updating it bit by bit lol. Let me know what you guys think, Love you!!!!!!

Word count: 2,591

Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14

In a few short months of your movie premier with Timothee, you were finally able to release your double-release album, and the response was massive, to say the least. You'd been getting calls from different show hosts' upcoming awarding ceremonies. Still, you couldn't for life in you accept, all except for the Oscars, which your manager told you was a must since you'd be attending in the first place anyway and that performing at the Oscars was a big deal given that you also starred in films and shows.

You turned in bed, facing Timothee's sleeping face. He had been in town for a week now, back on a break from filming in Hungary. Then he'd be back to film in England in a couple of weeks. After your talk on your premiere night, it was to an agreement that whatever you had going on was just two people exploring and experiencing things with someone they had strong feelings for. There wasn't a need for a media circus to cover anything about you two except your movie.

You move his arm, placed it over your waist, and sit up slowly in bed, making sure not to stir Timothee. The jetlag must be shit. You stretched your arms in front of you, glancing at the clock that read 2:07 AM. You get up, grabbing Timothee's white shirt from the floor, and, putting it on, walking over to the bathroom. You looked at yourself in the mirror, touching some of the reddening parts of your neck courtesy of Timothee, and then you notice the toothbrushes… there were two. From this single thing alone, it had you catching everything about the bathroom, how there were two towels, one black, and one violet, which just so happened to be your favorite color.

You walked over to the nightstand beside the bed, putting on your skinny jeans, turning on the lamp, and noticing his wallet. Inside was a picture of you. Opening the closet doors, the ones hung up were various suits, jackets, and even dresses you've worn to events. Why didn't he just send these back? Why would he let you keep your stuff in his house?

You drag your feet downstairs, noticing small details you'd been blind to before, like the large dog bed positioned by the door despite Timothee telling you he could only ever get himself to take care of a tiny dog. You noticed the colored mugs and bowls, a deep dull navy blue color, the same as the ones in your house. Suddenly, everything feels as if it's moving too fast. You both agreed there was no relationship, and there was attraction, but why does his home feel like it's become yours as well?

You sit down, taking a few deep breaths before deciding to stand up and grab your cardigan from the coathanger, opening the front door and closing it behind you as you waited for a taxi to bring you to the more active part of the city at night.

You just couldn't deal with a relationship right now. You couldn't let your heart get broken again, so you have to find ways to distract yourself.

The car stops in front of you, driving off into the night and dropping you off by a club that Troye agreed to meet you at.

You and Timothee had an attraction, but you both agreed there was no label; ergo, there was no intimate relationship even though you both have done everything together. No boyfriend means you were free to do whatever you wanted without worrying about him. But if you were honest with yourself, this was more of you suggesting something you already knew Timothee wasn't too keen on agreeing with but would just because he thought that having something with you was better than absolutely nothing. You saw Troye waiting out by the back entrance for you when he spotted you and called you over. Almost like clockwork, every time you snuck out away from Timothee, everything in you screamed to turn back, to clear your head, and for the first time, you listened.

You motioned for Troye to go ahead and sent him a text that you'd probably just head home because you weren't feeling well. He gave you a knowing look before looking like he finally approved of your actions and sent you a quick and short 'Good." text, and headed inside.

You walked around for a while after that. Soon it was already just about 5 in the morning, and even though you wouldn't let yourself come to any conclusion as to what you even wanted out of this almost relationship with Timothee, you still found yourself back at his front door.

You took out the keys in your pocket, slowly opening the door only to find Timothee sat on the couch, his knees up to his chest as he stared off into space, either deep in thought or trying to keep himself awake… maybe even both.

When he saw you enter, a soft smile formed on his face, and for some reason, that made you smile too.

"Hey, you." He spoke softly.

You sat down quietly next to him, instantly he set his feet on the ground and reached over to embrace you in a hug, the familiar scent of Timothee that never left you that evening even more evident… It felt and smelled familiar, and right now, while your mind was a mess, familiarity was what you needed.

Timothee lifted his head, worried, "Hey, are you alright?"

You sighed, "I don't want to hurt you."

He murmured quietly into your neck as he peppered kisses, "You could never."

You pulled away, feeling guilt in your bones, "Aren't you even a little bit frustrated that we've been like this for months? That even in private, we can't even say that we're in a relationship?"

You gave you a reassuring look, "We both wanted this Y/N."

You sat up, "Except we didn't… You didn't." You corrected yourself, "You're bringing your mother to the fucking Oscars next month because I told you we couldn't be seen together at carpets for Pete's sake."

You stood up, starting to pace back and forth, "We have to coordinate outfits for the sake of not matching, and we never go out because I can't be seen with you in fear that we're going to get found out. I'm a terrible fucking person, and I don't understand how you're so okay with this."

Timothee was grinning, sleep still in his eyes, "I'm okay with it because I love you, Y/N."

You froze in your spot, "You what?"

He nodded and got up, walking over to you. The blue light of the early morning peaking through the curtain made this moment feel and look ethereal, "I said I love you, Y/N. I've known that I loved you from the moment I met you." He kissed the top of your head as he embraced you.

You shook your head, "No, no, no, you don't. I'll even list more shit I've done to you just so you understand how and why you don't love me."

Timothee chuckled, "And yet despite all this... all that's registering in my head is the fact that you've been thinking of me and only me this whole time. You've been worried about how you're hurting me because you don't want to."

And that's when you realized that Timothee was right. This whole time you've been thinking of Timothee and how much you wanted to protect him from you, but he never wanted to be protected from you because he knew that you could never hurt him. You rested your forehead against his.

"I-I need to go. I need to think."

He smiled sadly, "I'll be here when you're ready. I'll always be here Y/N until you don't want me to be here anymore."

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You sat in your house, since leaving Timothee's earlier, you had been sat there lost in thought as you argued with yourself. It was true, the last thing you wanted was to hurt Timothee, but you were confused because it's like you couldn't understand your feelings. After all, a particular person still held a large part of it in his hands.

Timothee was there for you. Late night at the recording studio, whether through being there physically or even calling you or skyping you, he was always there. He was there with you when you bought all your albums from Target, and he was also the one who insisted you find another target that hasn't sold out your CDs so he could buy all of them too. Timothee was there with you when you had interviews that you almost felt like you could puke from nervousness backstage as he watched you talk about another celebrity you were getting linked to, and he was there with you to giggle about how stupid talk shows were. Timothee was always there. Whether it was dancing, kissing, or even fighting in the rain, he was always with you. He always wanted you around. Even when you rode the subway to get to a press conference of his or a promo for his upcoming movie, he always wanted you with him. He'd run with you in the rain, and he'd kiss away the sadness when you didn't want to speak with him. He was there with you when you get the sudden urge to buy all the popsicles from the nearest whole foods, and he was there with you when you got sick with the flu, which he also got from you. You'd spend afternoons walking around a far-off hill as you two put flowers in your hair despite knowing that you two probably had your busy schedules. Nothing mattered when you were with Timothee. Nothing mattered except each other. A part of you felt hurt that these memories you had kept of you and Tom were slowly being replaced by everything Timothee, but a large part of you also knew that the person you have now had no doubt that you couldn't ignore your feelings. You couldn't have to take Timothee out of your life.

Making up your mind, you got up, got dressed, and left for where you were sure you would find Tom.

He was in the middle of filming a new movie, but the second he saw you, he immediately asked to stop filming, a familiar, loving face plastered on as he walked over to you before being stopped by the director. They looked to be having a bit of a disagreement before he pointed you out, and the director looked at you in realization, patting him on the back and allowing him to jog over to you.

"Hey." You paused, your hand grasping your arm, and Tom took notice right away.

His eyebrows furrowed, "Hey, what's wrong?" He pulls you to sit by the curb as you two sat side by side, "You only do that when you're having a hard time saying something."

You gave him a look, "Well… I came here to ask you if it was alright if I try things out with Timothee."

He looked taken aback, "Oh, well, honestly, I thought you came by to sort things out between us…." He took notice of the way you looked down in guilt, "I don't think you could do anything with another guy that wouldn't upset me… but I don't really get that prerogative anymore, Y/N." He sighed, wrapping an arm around you to comfort you, "The fact is, you're trying to grow into who you've always wanted to be, and I'm trying to do that too for the sake of us and what we could be. If that means that you need or want to date someone again, I'll fully support you, but the most important thing is, does he make you happy?"

You sighed, looking out onto the filming lot, and nodded slowly, not noticing the slight upset look on Tom's face, "I catch myself sometimes smiling to myself when I think of him… But it's like I can't do anything because I don't want to let go of what we had."

Tom took a gulp, deciding that what was important right now was you, more than what he wanted, "What we had and what we were isn't important anymore Y/N. I'm working towards what we could become. What we had was co-dependency and a constant need to be in each other's presence to prove that what we had was perfect. I want us to find each other again in the future and know that no matter how far apart we are, if hopefully, we get together again, there is nobody in this world we'll love more… and that's what I'm encouraging you to do. I want to grow with you and grow for each other, and if that means you dating other people to understand yourself more, then I support you."

You looked at Tom for a second before hugging him and pecking him on the cheek, "I really needed that, Tom. Thank you."

He hugged you tighter, "Anytime. I'll always be here for you, Y/N."

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You gripped your seat in the car in pure nerves. You were on your way to the Oscars with your assistant constantly telling you about your performance and what not to mess up and things to remember, especially about reporters who wanted an interview with you. To say you were all nerves today was an understatement. You hadn't spoken to Timothee ever since you told him you needed time to think, so today would be the first time you would ever come face to face with him. You thought long and hard about everything between the two of you. Still, you think you're finally ready to actually put some time and effort into this… and if that meant doing things that would significantly make Timothee happy, then you'd do it.

Your assistant watched a live feed from the Oscars as she gave you updates on how Armie was on the carpet. Saoirse was on the carpet, talking about how she hoped to make a movie with you and various other stars. You were a few minutes away from the carpet when she spoke up again.

"Timothee has just arrived." then she looked at her phone and back at you, doing a double-take as you gave her a sheepish smile, all she could do was smile approvingly at you before going back to giving you live updates.

A few minutes later, and your heart didn't feel like it was going to slow down anytime soon as your assistant gave you a pep talk, "Y/N. You are gonna rock that carpet, you'll turn heads, and most importantly, you're gonna be the talk of the night. There is nothing that could go wrong tonight. Just take deep breaths and don't trip."

Luckily you were still coherent enough to understand what she said as you took deep breaths to calm your nerves.

"Alright, three… two… one." The door flew open as one of the large men in suits grabbed your hand and helped you out. Your dress was not providing you much flexibility to move, and for almost 15 seconds, it felt like everything was moving in slow motion as everyone was quiet. You found Timothee busy with an interview as the crowd looked from you to him, the topic on everyone's minds for the past few months. As if this were the only proof they needed, they held their cameras in their hands as they snapped pictures of you and a commotion started as they started asking for Timothee.

You think you gave them a quick, charming grin as you told them he was in an interview before walking towards the interviewer and Timothee. She was the first to notice while Timothee talked about how his mom stood him up as his Oscars date, something you arranged a week earlier and something Timothee's mom was more than happy to comply to.

The interviewer looks ecstatic as the only one and the first one on this carpet to get whatever the scoop was here, as she wasted no time when you slowly approached them, "Timothee! You said you were stood up, but you never told us that your backup would be late!"

Timothee shot her a confused look before he felt your arm slowly snake around his arm, "Sorry I'm late." You quickly whispered to him.

His face looked shocked. Almost as if a reflex, he almost pulled away from you before getting a good look at what you were wearing. His jaw looked like it would drop to the floor as he looked utterly awestruck.

The interviewer giggled nervously, already knowing her interview time was slowly coming to an end without any payoff to the two of you, "Timothee, you look to be speechless at Y/N's dress tonight." She looked at you hopefully, "Could everyone here assume this is date night?"

You smiled shyly at the lady before giving her a tiny curt nod, "I know it's a bit cliche to match outfits, but when I saw that Timothee was going to wear a harness, I just couldn't let him take all the attention for tonight, so I apologize, but I've kept this secret from him too just to make sure he doesn't do anything to take the spotlight, that's why he looks like he's just had a heart attack." you giggled.

He gave a quick, playful tilted look to you before blinking multiple times, "In my defense, I didn't even know that this was a harness... They told me this was a bib."

"Bib or not, you two look like the sexiest couple on the carpet, and I just so happen to be the luckiest interviewer tonight." The interviewer looked ecstatic as can be as she jumps up, more energetic to interview the two of you, "And well, Y/N, one look at you, and it's hard to believe anyone would still have the ability to speak. You look gorgeous." She winked at the camera, "But I can't help but notice you just confirmed this is date night… Is it safe to assume what everyone has been wondering for the past few months? That you two are dating?"

Somehow, Timothee finally snaps out of it and looks at you, a questioning look before you leaned over and spoke into the mic, "Yeah. We're together. We have been for a while now." You smiled sheepishly as you saw Timothee's face glow as he wrapped his arm around your waist, "I apologize for keeping quiet for so long, but we think it's the right time to go public now that we've decided to take things to a more serious level."

The interviewer waves a hand in the air, "As long as you two let us in on the secret, there's no problem there." She faced the camera, "You heard it here first, folks. Hollywood's newest and hottest up and coming power couple. From both Y/N and Timothee themselves, now going public with their relationship."

As you two walked away from the interviewer for more pictures, Timothee embraced you, uncaring of the cameras flashing in your faces, "Are you serious?"

You nodded slowly, "I'm ready to be with you completely, Timothee. I'm sorry I took so long."

He shook his head like a puppy, "As long as you're here with me now, Y/N, I don't care."

He pulled away at the sound of your name and his in the same sentence as the photographers asked for your attention. He quickly kisses you on the cheek as you shut your eyes and grinned, cameras going off and commotion started up at you two, the young hot couple everyone had wanted more details on.

Timothee clutched your waist tightly, almost like he was afraid that if he let go, this would all go back to how everything was before.

Before entering the venue, he pulled you to the side, "Are you sure about this? I don't want you to force yourself."

You shook your head, guiding his head to yours, "I think I'm in love with you too, Timothee. I'm all in with you." And then you kissed him.

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