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[unhappytimeleaper]

Word Count: 1,320+

Yes. This is self-indulgent because I already had half of it written on some Discord server from my 1 am ramblings, and I was thinking about it again. 

I left the server I was in that initially kinda took up all my focus from writing; I don’t know if that means I’ll post more or not cause really, I’m just back to feeling lonely and not motivated. It means now I just don’t have people to talk to about games or other media I love, but oh well. I’ll force all of you to listen to that I was replaying Our Life and XOXO Droplets, and I love the characters. All I wanna do now is play those games on repeat.

Also, so like, platonic yandere’s aren’t always my favorite to write, but I love platonic yan Ortho. There is something so fun and scary about it. It is kinda ironic, but Ortho and Kalim are some of my favorite yandere in TWST; not really my favorite characters, but I think they are so scary in a fun way in a non-traditional way, but both kind of align in the same vein. Regardless I do plan on focusing on Ortho in this post, but one day maybe I’ll get to Kalim.

Ortho Shroud; Unedited. Gender Neutral Reader.

Warnings; yandere content, light manipulation and guilting if you’re sensitive to that. Incase you can’t read and need to see it again this is platonic; think more babysitter-siblings dynamic.

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What makes Ortho stand out is that he is a kid. In every sense, as fancy as his technology is, as much as it's hard to perceive him as just a kid under all that gear, that's what he is. It's easy to forget since he can come off as ‘beyond his years’ at time. Even more than that, it's easy to forget how needy kids are. In every aspect of what it means to help others grow into essentially good adults, although there is the problem, Ortho will never reach that stage, and no matter what positive approach you take to his overbearing habits, they end up blending back too much with the childish sentience he's adopted.

Ortho probably has learned a handful of his more harmful traits from Idia, although we can't say the negative aspects from other students probably haven't also caused some damage. However, where certain things might differ is that Ortho's actions never come from a place of wanting to harm you or even anger, unlike some of the others whose yandere traits are brought forward more when experiencing an influx of negative emotions they wish to also make your experience. Ortho takes all of these emotions and processes them through a childish lens— one who becomes horribly clingy and desperate for attention/validation. As much as technology can help download guides about emotions, the "proper" way to handle jealousy/fears/loneliness, and worse, access the opposite files of what should be done for immense feelings, none of it can be put to practical use. Reading about it doesn't solve the problem; instead, Ortho can only verbatim read out information rather than put it to use from what is left of his little kid brain. Much like any young person, just hearing about how to handle situations regarding emotions doesn't actually mean they can use those tools until taught. Ortho just lacks someone to teach him how to process these feelings and the ability to innately comprehend them.

It's not like anyone has an issue with Ortho, they always play nice, but Ortho can tell it's not the same as how they treat each other. He feels it in his... gears... and hears it in their voices, he may be unable to verbalize the differences, but it's something he is at least cognisant over. He knows his brother loves him, and he loves him too, but Idia is locked away so often it gets lonely. And it's hard for him to connect with others on campus other than when trying to help; most don't want to play babysitter [even if everyone is well aware that’s not what Ortho needs or wants but how else are you gonna have a friendship with a kid], and even then, knowing how to interact with a dead child-robot AI is more than a little… off-putting at times. The world is at his fingertips, and no one really has worked with Ortho on what is left of his human side, making everything personal hard to connect with.

So if Idia needs his… space… Ortho comes clinging to the next best person. You! The newbie; the person who seems to not really have a preset concept of his creation and works to mainly treat him for what he is. A kid. And for the most part, he's great to have around— he's kind, easily fascinated [thus easily entertained], and genuinely seems to want to help those around him without expecting anything in return. It's an enjoyment to what, in your terms, would be similar to babysitting the lil robo boy, even to the point you might go to Idia asking if it's okay to take him off his hands to do something. What once was an occasional thing slowly started becoming routine. While it's easy to treat him like any other kid, there are some benefits you get to reap having him being some sort of "friend," like him helping you with the bit of school work you might have [his searching functions are so much better than trying to use some textbooks that probably are growing something].

Well, it's all great until his little brother tendencies get out of hand. Overtly clingy and easily jealous of anything that can take your attention away. Trying to read? Sorry, Ortho wants to play; you'll help him with this techno thing he found. Right? He reaalllly wants to do it together, please? Your other dorm friends come to hang out? But you said you'd spend the day with him [even though you're pretty sure you didn't], and he has a hard time fitting in when you all hang out… didn't you say you'd take him to the amusement park after Idia got too nervous about going?

The grip he has with his arms around yours is starting to hurt, bone-crushing and cutting off the circulation to your hand… it's hard to not give in to him just to get him to loosen up. The grin he has when you agree, noting you'll let the others know you can make it results in a fractured smile. You know he doesn't mean any harm, and you are genuine with that sentiment. He doesn't know how crushing his grip can't get or that you don't want to play babysitter 25/8. That as much as you like spending time with Ortho, it's the same as others— you can't really be "friends" in a traditional way and sometimes want to connect with others your own age. It gets to the point though Ortho doesn't see this as a friendship. No, you're more like another sibling to him, right. One who can do all the others sibling things, Idia cannot deal with his own issues-- you aren't replacing Idia in his life but adding onto the experience. And now you have a family here, which makes it much less isolating than when you just have friends. There isn't a reason to try to find a way home now; you have one with your new brother. Ortho likely doesn't even know his actions are manipulative or isolating; he's just a very needy kid who lacks motivation beyond wanting a connection with someone. Anyone. But it's hard to bring up these issues with someone so young, who, when you do, barely can understand and, when pushed as you've been warned, can do severe damage from facing these "big emotions" like rejection. Being robotic and so powerful doesn't mix well with the feelings of a small child; these fears only experienced with Idia being in what was considered danger before but have grown to include you. More than just danger now, too; it's jealousy, it's rejection, it's anxieties.

Before you know it, you're pretty much completely isolated. Ortho is so, so happy to have a new friend, and over time, you've gotta pretty close with Idia as Ortho loves dragging you to spend the day with him too. It's gotten to the point where updates and equipment for Ortho can only be done if he knows your nearby as well. It's comforting to have his… psudeosibling… best friend there when he's done. And as you sit there weeping at how much of a mess it's become, Ortho will be there to comfort you— he doesn't understand why you're upset, but it's his duty to make you feel better, and he'll go as far as he can't to bring back those happy days spent with him. This time Idia can really be involved… don't cry anymore. You have the two of them to make it all better. Right?

Also, things get really bad; Ortho tries to play matchmaker with you and Idia. Make the sibling thing official. That creates a whole different mess. This could go two ways depending on if Idia is also Yandere, but I also think it's funny to explore an Idia who has no interest in you romantically, but little yan Ortho just wants you to be officially connected to him. Not just some weird babysitter-friend but family! Official family, then you really wouldn't be able to shake him from your life. Of course, all of that is suited to a different post.

[fleursbending]

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[haughttopics]

Hi! do you happen to know where to find wynonna earp bts videos for free? like the ones that syfy has for each episode, the long ones, not the ones they publish on ig. I know that they are available if you download the app, but it's geoblocked.

hey, so there were usually two separate bts videos for each episode - the one that came with the digital season pass (youtube, itunes etc) and then the one that syfy put out (it was this version they posted parts of on instagram).

the syfy ones i watched on their youtube channel via a vpn because they're geoblocked for me too. but they weren't very easy for me to find links for with being outside the us/canada and whatnot, so i don't know if i'm really the best person to ask?

is anyone else able to help anon out?

[soothinglee]

hihi can I request hcs for c!sbi or c!dt and how they would act towards a younger pvper reader joining the server? (13-15)

❝HOW THE DREAM WOULD ACT TOWARDS A YOUNG PVPER!❞

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DREAM™;

dream would feel hella intimidated

why tf is a teenager better at fighting then he is?

and why tf is a teenager fighting in the first place.

he would most definitely make you fight against him to show that he knows more.

but if he loses...well.

you're the kid? looks like the roles are reversed because he'll throw a tantrum.

he would try to stay as far away from you as possible. for the sake of his ego.

if he heard anybody praise you for your skills he'd immediately shut them up.

"did you see the combo they put on him? shit was wild!" - some random smp member.

"shut the fuck up bean bag ass bitch."

k that was ooc but I thought it fit.

after a while he'd get used to you and your skills.

thinks of you as a 'mini me' even though that's, y'know, a bad thing.

follow you everywhere to make sure you're safe because he has a lot of enemies and ya'll are known by association.

attached to the hip kind of thing.

doesn't want to admit it but he cares about you, though he doesn't really care for anyone (prison arc wise, anytime else he cares for his friends.)

he is your shadow whether you know it or not.

SAPNAP™;

he thinks its BADASS.

always asking questions and wondering how you did this and how you did that.

"when did you first learn to fight?"

"when did you first pick up a sword?"

"are you self-taught?"

"how old are you again?"

they're endless.

he thinks what you have is amazing but also tiring so if you ever needed anything he would get you it.

wouldn't want you to wear yourself out, so from time to time he'll make you sit down and rest.

if there ever was a war and dream needed someone who could fight he would enlist you, but sapnap would protest because you then again are still just a child.

like dream he would be your shadow, though he's not as sneaky with it.

and even if he was dreams right man hand (at the time) he is still afraid of everything, creepers, zombies, spiders - especially spiders.

would make you kill everything even if he had a perfectly working sword.

sapnap screams, eyeing the wandering mob that roamed across the community house. "Y/N!"

"what?"

"HELP ME!" he yells from on top of a crafting table.

"what happened?"

"there's a spider!"

you roll your eyes but kill it anyway.

GEORGE™;

honestly wouldn't really care.

he'd be impressed, but wouldn't care.

he would be sleeping half of the time but would ask you to watch over him incase somebody came around.

you're like his personal bodyguard.

would walk into the line of danger without a care because he knows you're right behind him to protect him.

people make fun of him for having a child be his guard.

would help you train and teach you knew attacks, some he learned from dream others he made up himself.

unlike the other, you would be his shadow instead of the other way around.

when he became king of the smp the first thing he declared was that if anyone hurt you they'd be sent to death. that was his way of repaying you for everything you'd done for him.

he thinks of you as a little sibling except you're not the pesky kind.

you didn't know this but he made sapnap and dream give him updates on your whereabouts to make sure you were out of harms way, even though you could fend for yourself

𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀!

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[glacierruler]

Reblogs

So, I think that everyone on tumblr should just take a week to reblog all of the things that they liked. Because it seems that a majority of tumblr users don't know how to fucking reblog something. Reblogging things helps get shit out there, whether it be a post that could save lives, some great art, or a random shitpost. I know that the last week in every month from now on, I'm going to dedicate that to mainly reblogs, I'm starting this for me next month.

Right, just to make this clear:

Reblogs are better than likes

I get not reblogging everything you come across the minute you come across it, but reblogging really gets shit out there. But I know with especially my artwork and my story telling, I would prefer it if people reblogged those instead of just liking them

If the blog you are using isn't one you want to reblog stuff on, that's fine. Just make another blog somewhat or mainly dedicated to reblogging.

Reblogging shit helps out artists, writers, and literally everyone else.

If someone doesn't want you to reblog something of theirs they can turn off reblogs, so don't worry about that.

This is not like Instagram, Twitter, Facebook, Tiktok, etc. Likes do almost nothing. Likes are fine and dandy and I give out likes too, but to help get whatever it is out there, you need to reblog it! I end up liking stuff so I can reblog it later, and then I completely forget about it.

Reblogs are different than reposts

You might be scared to reblog something, because you thought it was the same thing as reposting something(I know I used to.) They aren't the same

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Other Reblog stuff

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Remember, you can always go back and view your likes and reblog them whenever. I know my likes are just filled up because my brain was like 'future reblog' when I pressed that little heart.

Absolutely roasting someone is okay and even encouraged in most circumstances

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Reblog this if you too will take even just a day out of a month to reblog your likes, or if you want to get it out there that people on tumblr need to start actually fucking using tumblr!

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Tumbler is not like other social media platforms, so don't treat it like it is. Here's how it works, you post random shit and reblog random shit. DO NOT REPOST.

[jisungsmochi]

favorite crime - na jaemin

favorite crime - na jaemin 

this is the second installment for my SOUR series! you can read jeno’s one here! 

a little bad boy!jaemin x troubled (?) but still a ‘goodie goodie’ reader // strangers to friends to partner in crime to strangers again :/ 

word count: 7.2k 

summary: “It's bittersweet to think about the damage that we'd do

'Cause I was goin' down, but I was doin' it with you” 

who would have ever thought that, jaemin, the quiet boy you met in detention, would become your first love? getting involved with his shenanigans was probably the worst thing you could have done in your life. you were lucky enough to love someone like him, someone who excited you, scared you, and most of all, loved you back. but what happens when his actions suddenly have consequences? 

a/n: this summary sucks but i liked writing this alot,, explains why it took me so long to write it oops. 

tagging the bestie: @skrtbabe

//

Know that I loved you so bad

I let you treat me like that

I was your willing accomplice, honey

//

as you walked into the near-empty classroom, you made a beeline for the closest seat to the window. if you were going to be stuck in detention for two hours, you might as well have a nice view. you let out a short sigh to yourself, one hour and fifty eight minutes to go. the supervising teacher was lazily marking her class’ essays, completely choosing to ignore the entrance of na jaemin. he gave her a subtle scoff before stumbling past the desk, making his way to sit behind you. you heard him roughly place his bag onto the surface of his desk. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to look back and see what he was up to. jaemin was always a mystery to you, and to everyone else in the school. despite keeping himself away from the majority, people had quite a lot to say about the boy. you heard rumours that he got stabbed (which you didn’t believe at all) but your classmate, haechan, insists he had video evidence. if anything, you don’t think you had ever spoken to jaemin in your entire life, but that was all about to change.

thirty minutes into detention and you were beyond bored. everybody was either catching up on school work or trying their best to not be caught on their phones. you opted to staring out the window, eyes following the movements of a particular butterfly. eventually, the butterfly decided it was time to leave your line of sight, causing you to let out a short huff. you heard a soft chuckle, belonging to the previously silent boy behind you. you slowly turned to face him, his eyes immediately latching to meet yours. he had his chin perched on top of his right palm, a cunning grin on his face. you gave him a glare,

“what are you laughing at?” you faintly whisper to him. this caught him off guard, he didn’t expect you to sound so stern.

“an explosion is about to happen” you grew to be more confused, what is he talking about?

“wha-“

“i’ll be right back! s-stay where you are!” your teacher suddenly blurts out, rushing out of her room as fast as she could. the rest of the students all looked over at eachother, some even opting to leave detention entirely.

you turned back to the snickering boy, who clearly had something to do with it.

“what the hell did you do?”

“put laxatives in her coffee” your jaw dropped, how the hell did he manage to do that?

“w-what’s wrong with you?”

“what’s wrong with you? learn to live a little” he suddenly stood up, slinging his bag across his body. his eyes still stayed on you, silently asking for you to follow him. this was one hell of a first impression. you weren’t sure what took over you in that moment, but you found yourself trailing behind na jaemin like a lost puppy as he led you both out of the school gates. he didn’t speak much to you, aimlessly walking to wherever the hell he needed to be.

“so what did you get into detention for?” he suddenly asked you, causing you to stiffen. you weren’t a stranger to getting into trouble, your short temper often being the root of your issues. but you weren’t exactly the most comfortable talking to new people.

“ah you’re a bit shy? i’ll start then, i stole lee haechan’s clothes after gym practice” he smirked to himself, feeling some sense of pride.

“that was you? he was running around school butt naked because of you” you couldn’t help but chuckle at the memory of seeing two full ass cheeks after your history class.

“that’s what he gets for claiming that he has proof i got stabbed? which is ridiculous by the way” jaemin shakes his head before coming to a complete stop. you slightly bump into his right shoulder, quickly stabilising yourself before looking at the quiet cafe infront of you.

“hungry?” you nodded in response, following him into the cafe. he seemed to have known some of the workers, earning you a free croissant and hot chocolate.

“so, i told you why i got into detention, now it’s your turn” he chimed, clearly entertained by having you as company.

“i punched kim yuna in the face” you slightly cringed at your own words. you weren’t the one to be physical in your confrontations, but this girl really struck a nerve.

“sheesh, i saw her earlier, you gave her nose a good bruising, i must say” he couldn’t help but find the entire thing entertaining. this was so odd to you, every person that had witnessed it, thought you went crazy. but here jaemin was, laughing at the situation.

“you think this is funny?” you asked curiously, rather than in a judgemental manner.

“well yeah, i don’t know why you did it, but she probably deserved it” he shrugged, taking a bite of his own pastry. you felt your shoulders begin to relax, infact your entire demeanour had changed. jaemin was the only person that didn’t push you to admit your faults and apologise. he didn’t need to know the whole story, he just took your words for what they were.

the next hour consisted of you and jaemin, sharing stories on some of the mischievous things you had gotten up to in the past. from small things like setting off stink bombs during an exam, to running from the mall cops after stealing a pair of pants from a store. jaemin liked your reactions to his stories, at first your face would be full of shock, then turn into some sort of enlightenment. he found it quite endearing to watch. he wasn’t too bad on the eyes either.

“need me to walk you home?”

“i don’t need you to do anything for me” jaemin just smirked at your response,

“but i wouldn’t mind if you did”

“ah i see how it’s going to be”

“what do you mean?”

“our relationship, it’s going to be very push and pull” what on earth was he on about?

“you got that from just spending a few hours with me?” jaemin nodded, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets.

“i think we’ll be spending a lot of time together” was all he said back. if you had told yourself earlier that day, that you’d become na jaemin’s partner in crime, you’d punch yourself in the face. but this was only the beginning.

//

from that day onwards, you would purposely seek out jaemin’s presence. whether it be you walking to the most isolated parts of school, or simply trying to get into detention in the case he was there again. as a result of the laxative prank, jaemin had earned a two week long suspension. you had caught wind of this information from the school’s chatterbox, haechan. you’d think after being humiliated by jaemin, he’d keep his name out of his mouth.

you decided to visit the same cafe you accompanied jaemin to, incase he was hanging out there. you weren’t sure why you wanted to be around him so much. if anything, you were more at risk of getting another detention, or becoming a social outcast. but you were going to take those chances.

as you entered the cafe, your eyes scanned near and far for any sight of the black haired boy. you were about to give up, when you heard a voice,

“stalking me now?” you immediately froze, too nervous to turn back. you felt jaemin’s hand on your shoulder, slowly turning your around to face him.

“i-i no it’s not what it looks like-“

“it’s fine, you must have missed me, no?” he let a cocky grin land on his face. you just rolled your eyes, ready to walk right back out that door.

“let’s get up to some trouble today” he gripped your wrist gently, dragging you out of the cafe. he didn’t let go of you, once again, you were aimlessly following him. why did you let him do this to you?

jaemin wasn’t too much of a talker, he tended to try and speak with his eyes. you found it interesting, the way he expected you to know exactly what was on his mind. he eventually stopped walking after reaching an abandoned building. you were beginning to feel slightly anxious, noticing that the sun was slowly setting and the breeze was getting cooler. jaemin plopped his carry bag on the concrete floor, you heard clinking sounds erupt from the bag. he moved to pull out a few spray cans.

“ever graffitied?” you shook your head,

“not spray painting, but i’ve drawn some not so pleasant pictures in the bathroom stalls” you shrug as he handed you a can of bright yellow spray paint. he slightly chuckled at your anecdote, which made you look down at the ground.

“well you won’t get in trouble for messing up this place”

“what is this place anyway?” you start to shake the can, watching as jaemin started spraying onto the blank wall.

“somewhere i come when i don’t feel like going home” you weren’t sure if you wanted to press him to elaborate, so you just nodded, beginning to spray a random design of your own.

jaemin found hanging around you quite amusing. you were always up for anything he wanted to do. you seemed so cheerful about the simplest things, and never pushed him to explain the questionable things about himself. you were a lot different than the people he would usually surround himself with. but like many things in na jaemin’s life, they often went sour very quickly.

//

And I watched as you fled the scene

Doe-eyed as you buried me

One heart broke, four hands bloody

//

jaemin had asked you to accompany him to the abandoned building one night. you were half asleep and freezing to death as you approached his car. it was quite beat up, making you worried,

“is this thing even safe to be driving?” you groan as you wrap yourself in your large puffer jacket. jaemin had previously insisted you bring a sleeping bag and pillow. you chose not to question it, too tired to argue back with him.

“don’t disrespect my sweet ride! be grateful i didn’t make you walk in the cold” he scoffed before starting the engine. the car ride was fairly quiet, you were drifting in and out of sleep, in which jaemin noticed. he thought you looked so peaceful, so he tried his best not to make any sharp turns or run over many speed bumps. in a matter of time, he parked the car, gently wiggling your shoulder. you woke up instantly, feeling his cold hand on your cheek. you furrowed your eyebrows before following him out of the car. he led you to the same wall you both had graffitied on before, but this time, it seemed to have become a complete picture.

“i wanted to show you this! isn’t it cool?” he gleamed, pulling you to his side, slightly rubbing your shoulder to warm you up. you quickly ignored his touch, focusing back on the wall. it was a mirage of different doodles and words that must have meant something to jaemin.

“this is amazing, you did this all by yourself?”

“yeah, i really wanted to see your reaction”

“what does it all mean?”

“it’s kind of a representation of what goes on in my mind? i’m not the best with expressing my feelings with words, so i decided to let it out on this wall” jaemin spoke with such ease, his voice filling your ears with warmth. he pulled you closer to him when he saw you shiver,

“care to share?” you slightly joked. jaemin never got too deep with you, so you assumed he would brush the comment off. but he just stares back at you, his eyes piercing into your own. you held your breath as he leaned in closer to you.

“sure thing” he slowly leads you back to the car, turning on the heater as you both wrapped yourselves in sleeping bags. you were huddled up in the back seat, your head leaning on his shoulder as he played with his fingers.

“i never had an outlet for my imagination. my parents weren’t the most warm or loving people in the world. i barely remember anything from my childhood, except for the unpleasant memories. when i started hanging out with some of the older kids, they showed me the ropes of their crew. they taught me how to graffiti, how to carve things with a pocket knife, you know, basic seventh grade stuff” he let out a soft chuckle, but you didn’t laugh. instead you placed your hand over his, feeling the coldness shoot through your body.

“i-i don’t like showing how i feel. because i think it makes me weak, or pitiful. that’s a bad way of thinking, but i can’t help it. so i let out my frustrations here, by either spray painting or smashing random things. it’s nice to get it all out” he stops speaking, his posture suddenly stiffening. you lifted your head from his shoulder, forcing him to look over at you.

“i’m here to listen to you. you don’t have to result to destroying things in order to reveal your feelings. you can just talk to me next time, okay?” you assured him, tightening your grip on his hand. jaemin just nodded, his eyes faltering from yours. why were you so considerate towards him?

“wanna know why i punched yuna in the face?” you saw jaemin crack a smile, nodding frantically.

“she said some things about my family, how they only took me in because they felt sorry for me. see, i’m actually a foster kid, my real parents weren’t in the ‘right state of mind’ to take care of me. well, in the eyes of the law atleast” jaemin didn’t know how to respond, opting to pulling your head back into his shoulder.

“i know she was just trying to rile me up, my foster parents aren’t terrible. but hearing those words just struck a nerve. how can people be so judgmental?”

“that’s just life, love. everyone will always have their own opinions, but it’s up to you, on how to respond. or you can simply choose to ignore them, it’s always worked for me” jaemin started tracing small patterns on the back of your hand, feeling his eyes become drowsy.

“but i don’t want to always ignore my problems. i want to be able to face them, how else will i grow as a person?” you sighed,

“we grow each and every day, most of the time we don’t notice. you’re doing better than you think. sure, you’ll grow up soon enough, you’ll develop your own identity, but for now, enjoy the moment. don’t care too much about what others think, this is your life to lead” jaemin looked down at you, feeling a warm sensation reach his heart.

“for someone who doesn’t like speaking his mind, you sure give some great advice. promise we’ll be there for eachother?” you pull out your pinky finger from his grip, watching as he blinks for a few seconds. you sensed some hesitation, but blamed it on him being tired. eventually, jaemin linked his pink with yours, sealing it with a gentle press of his lips. you couldn’t hide how flustered you had gotten, burying your head in his chest as he started stroking your hair.

“thankyou for being with me tonight” he mumbled as he felt himself fall asleep,

“anytime”

//

sometimes jaemin would leave you hanging for days on end. at first you would get concerned, mainly for his own safety. you were never sure what he got up to in his spare time, and to be honest, you didn’t want to know. but after a certain amount of days, he would pop back into your life that nothing happened, as if no time had passed. today was one of those days. he was sitting on your bedroom floor, flicking through your history notes. you couldn’t pry your eyes away from him, he looked so peaceful.

“you’re so much smarter than me” he huffs, scratching his head as he closed your notebook.

“no way, i’m pretty average. you’re more street smart than i am” jaemin perks up at your words,

“i guess i am huh” he smirks to himself, making you slightly smile.

“i can help you study if you want, you need a pass, right?” you scooted over to him, sitting so that your shoulders brushed against eachother.

“well yes, technically. but passing doesn’t secure i’ll get into college. not that i can even go” he shrugs, eyes focused on his rings, beginning to fiddle with them.

“what do you mean?”

“i don’t have the grades, my parents barely have any money saved for my college fund. i don’t have a job, you see the issue here?” you sensed him stiffen up next to you, this topic clearly striking a nerve within him. you placed a hand on his shoulder, gently squeezing it,

“you know college isn’t for everyone. i’m sure you will be able to live a good life” jaemin knew you were trying your best to cheer him up. but these were constant thoughts and struggles he had been dealing with for what seemed like a lifetime. he knew you would never fully understand, and he couldn’t be mad at you for that.

“y-yeah, i’ll be fine” he sighs, linking is fingers with yours. you worried about jaemin so much, it slowly began to take over your mind. you caught yourself thinking about him more often, how you wanted to be there for him during his dark times. but jaemin always shoved off the idea of getting too deep with his emotions. sure, he trusted you with most things, but there was always a thought in the back of his mind. you were way too good for him.

//

“what is this?” you smiled brightly at the boy standing across from you. he was leant up against your locker, gift bag in his hands, shoving it towards you.

“a token of my appreciation for our growing friendship” you chose to ignore the last word, your feelings towards jaemin still being undecided.

you slowly open the bag, your eyes landing on a small box. you furrowed your eyebrows, before opening it.

“t-this is beautiful, jaemin. how did you afford this?” you gasped, pulling out the shiny necklace from the delicate box. it was a silver chain, that sparkled under the light at just the right angle. there was a small pendent latched onto it, a butterfly.

“don’t worry about that, do you like it?” he grinned at you, taking in your ecstatic reaction,

“of course! i cant thank you enough!”

you pull him into a warm hug, arms tightening around his torso. jaemin chuckled softly, bringing his arms to wrap around your frame, slowly swaying you side to side.

“being there for me is enough, i promise”

//

The things I did

Just so I could call you mine

The things you did

Well, I hope I was your favorite crime

//

the following few days, jaemin went MIA again. you were beginning to become annoyed by his lack of communication. you wanted to believe he was gone for good reason, but something in your gut sensed something worse was happening. that’s when you decided to go to the abandoned building, remembering he often went there when he wanted to be alone. not having a car of your own caused many issues in your life. like right now, you were huffing and puffing once you hopped off your bicycle. you quickly set it aside, making your way to the building. before you turned to the main corridor that you met jaemin in many times before, you heard hushed voices, one belonging to the boy in question.

“we need this deal done asap. no excuses” a deep voice echoes through the building. you couldn’t get a good look at them without being caught, so you remained hidden behind a huge slab of concrete.

“b-but what if they think i’m scamming them because i’m new?” jaemin squeaked. you had never heard him so worried before.

“well you better think of some way to get them to buy, we can’t risk anymore losses. take this as initiation into the big boys club” what the hell was going on?

soon enough, the small group of men had left the building, walking past the concrete slab you were hiding behind. you let out a sigh of relief before rushing to jaemin. his eyes widened at the sight of you, part of him wanting to yell at you for being so stupid.

“what are you doing here?!” he was mad.

“i could ask you the same thing” you scoffed. jaemin suddenly became quiet, eyes avoiding yours.

“what’s going on? and i want the truth. the whole truth” he just sighed, dragging you back to his car. you folded your arms, in disbelief from what you had heard prior.

“i-i’m helping them with some deals okay? it’s just a side hustle to get some cash, i want to get out of this town. this is the only way”

“what are you dealing? drugs?” you gasped, watching as jaemin snapped his neck to face you.

“yes, it’s not as bad as you think-“

“not as bad? they’re literally part of a gang. do you know what happens to people who don’t seal these deals?” you couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“i know the risks. but i’m desperate. i just need enough to buy an apartment in another city and finally start my life” jaemin doesn’t know why he’s bothering trying to explain this to you. he brushed his fingers through his hair roughly, letting out a groan as he did so.

“when i said there are ways for you to live a good life, i didn’t mean deal drugs. i meant get an apprenticeship or something! literally anything but this”

“there’s nothing you can do to change my mind. i already swore i’d do this deal. i need the money. you wouldn’t understand” jaemin struck back, feeling attacked by your words.

“what the hell is that supposed to mean? i-i can’t do this. come back to me when you’ve come to your senses. this is stupid and you know it” you rush out of his car, causing jaemin to trail behind you as you stumbled to find your bike.

“come with me” you stopped in your tracks.

“pardon?”

“come with me to the deal. i-i don’t want to go alone” he says barely above a whisper,

“you’re crazy if you think i’ll follow you like a lost pup-“ jaemin pressed his lips on yours, hands stuck to your waist, gently rubbing your sides as he deepened the kiss. your words became jumbled as he continued to kiss you. as much as you wanted to argue back with him, feeling his lips on yours was only something you had experienced in your dreams.

“please” he whispered, pulling away from you momentarily.

“o-okay” you whispered back, hands now on his shoulders. jaemin smirked with pride before pulling you in once again. he led you back to his car, dragging you into the backseat. he began trailing kisses down your neck, erupting a pleased sigh from you. and just like that, you were wrapped around his silly little finger.

//

you were now seated in the passenger seat of jaemin’s busted ass car. your nerves were off the charts, and so were his. you had never seen him so anxious before, he was breathing in quick successions and couldn’t stop shaking.

“just get it over and done with...okay? get in and get out” you try your best to ease his nerves but how much could you really say? you were encouraging him to commit to a drug deal, this was not how you expected your friday night to go.

jaemin just nodded, clutching onto something in his jacket pocket. he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, gently stroking your hair as he did so.

“thankyou for coming with me” he mumbled. you just nodded, trying to ignore your intense gut feeling that something was going to go wrong. he led you by your waist into the noisy bar. you kept your head down, allowing jaemin to gain sight of the clients. he didn’t let you approach the group of men, so you tried to distract yourself with a random fruity cocktail from the bar. it wasn’t enough to push aside your worries.

after what seemed like hours, you caught sight of jaemin, who seemed like he was in a rush. he quickly scooped you away from your seat, swiftly leading you out of the bar. before you could even open your mouth, he interjects,

“no time for questions, get in the car now” he harshly shoved you into the passenger seat. now you were more worried than before.

“what the fuck is going on?!” jaemin didn’t answer you, starting the engine of the car. before you could press him any further, the same group of men rushed out of the bar, eyes scanning for the boy next to you. this wasn’t good.

“may or may not have given them the wrong amount...nothing a little hide and seek can’t fix!” jaemin tried to laugh it off, but you knew he was equally as scared. his dingy car wouldn’t start, adding to the panic in the atmosphere. the group of men were already in their own vehicle, approaching jaemin’s car rather quickly.

“fuck fuck fuck” he began shouting, slamming his foot on the accelerator as the car hurled forward. in a matter of time, he was speeding down the street. he probably ran a couple red lights and a few stop signs, but he wasn’t fazed. you on the other hand, were about to throw up. jaemin kept taking sharp turns to throw off the car chasing you, he barely looked back. you were terrified in this moment. anything could go wrong, one wrong turn, and it could all be over. soon enough, he stopped right outside the all too familiar abandoned building. he was out of breath, the adrenaline still present in his system. you were completely frozen, still in shock at what had occurred.

“wasn’t that riveting?” he smirked. he fucking smirked?

“are you kidding me? that was fucking insane. d-don’t do this again. i don’t want any part of this anymore” you began tearing up, feeling your heart pump out of your chest. jaemin’s face dropped as he tried to hold your hand, in which you pulled away immediately.

“t-take me home. please.” he didn’t say anything back to you. he respected your wishes and took you home safely. you didn’t even want to think about the punishment he would receive from the gang for messing up the deal. the only thought of your mind was your own safety. jaemin risked your safety this time around. you would have done anything for him, but in this moment, you were beginning to regret it. na jaemin was trouble. and you needed to stay away from trouble.

//

staying away from na jaemin was harder than you thought. subtle glances from across the classroom or school courtyard wasn’t doing you any good. so you sought refuge in the library. somehow he managed to find you there too.

“y/n, please, talk to me” you continued to read the novel you weren’t interested in, trying your best to remain angry. he sat across from you, pulling down the book from your face, eyes begging to meet yours.

“there’s nothing left to say” he just sighs, never seeing you be so stubborn.

“i know what i did was wrong, i shouldn’t have put you in that posit-“

“can we please not discuss this here? where anyone can hear us?” you quickly interrupt him, pulling him to the school parking lot. out of habit, jaemin led you to his car, opening the passenger side door for you. you got chills as you sat in the seat once again, the memories flooding back.

“i-i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have brought you into it. i just didn’t want to be alone...you’re the only person who doesn’t make me feel alone.” jaemin could barely look at you, too embarrassed of being vulnerable.

“you know how i’m against what you’re doing. and i know i can’t change your mind. i just can’t keep worrying about your safety. it hurts me knowing that you could get hurt one day” you began sniffling, which made jaemin’s heart ache. he pulled your face to meet his own, staring at your soft features. he slowly guided his fingers to wipe away your tears.

“don’t worry too much about me, love. i’ll be just fine” he pressed a soft kiss to your lips, and just like that, you were dragged right back into his arms.

“be careful” you whispered against his lips,

“always”

//

You used me as an alibi

I crossed my heart as you crossed the line

And I defended you to all my friends

//

jaemin wasn’t careful. not in the slightest. he showed up at your window, hands clutching to his lower torso area as he stumbled into your room. you hushed him to be as quiet as he could but you immediately knew something was wrong. he practically fell to his knees, soft whimpers and sighs leaving his mouth. you quickly moved to turn on your lights, taking a better look at the boy in pain. your eyes travelled along his face, covered in scratches and bruises.

“you good with playing medic tonight?” he joked, trying to relieve the tension. but you were not having any of it. you pulled him into your bed, allowing him to lay on his back. he had an array of cuts over his body, including a large gash on his lower lip. you swiftly rushed to the bathroom, grabbing your not so impressive first aid kit, but it would have to do for now. you tried your best to disinfect what you cold, until you reached his torso. you saw there were specks of blood leaking onto his t shirt, which made you more worried than you were initially. jaemin just sighed, lifting up his shirt slowly. your eyes were glued on the painful wound plastered on the right side of his body.

“d-did someone stab you?!” you felt tears prickle the side of your eyes. how could he be so stupid?

“n-no, its just a cut, it’s not even that deep” he tried to play it off, but the moment you pressed the cleansing wipe onto the wound, he winced.

“stop playing the tough guy. i hate when you play tough guy” you groan, trying your best to tend to his wound. jaemin watched as your expression changed from one of concern, to annoyance.

“hey, don’t be mad at me, okay?” he brought his hand to hover over your thigh, gently stroking his fingers on the surface.

“i’m sorry” he whispered, trying his best to sit up, but you immediately pushed him back down. you moved to lay next to him, allowing yourself to finally look him in the eyes.

“i can’t always be here to take care of you like this, jaemin. as much as i want to, there are going to be times where i just can’t. you have to understand that”

“of course, i didn’t expect you to be my personal nurse or anything. i just don’t want you to leave” his words sank deeply into your thoughts.

“i-i won’t leave”

“thankyou. i promise i will take you out and we will have fun. like old times. we can go on a road trip, or even that stupid homecoming dance you keep talking about. i’ll do anything to make it up to you because i ca-“ he immediately stopped himself, clutching his side.

“just get some rest, we can continue this discussion another day. goodnight jaem” you just sighed, turning on your back to face him. jaemin didn’t know why he couldn’t finish his sentence. he does care about you. more than anyone else in the world. but why couldn’t he just say it?

you on the other hand, were too busy imagining your future with jaemin. would he be there as your partner in crime for life? or was he just someone passing by to teach you a lesson? you weren’t too sure you wanted to find out.

//

“y/n, principal lee wants to see you in his office” your economics teacher informed you during class, eyes of classmates following you as you left the room. you swore you hadn’t done anything remotely mischievous lately, besides snatching a cheat sheet for the upcoming final.

“ah yes y/n, please take a seat” principal lee invited you into his office. you tried your best to stay focused on the stubby man in front of you but you couldn’t ignore the two police officers standing to the side.

“you wanted to see me, sir?”

“yes, these officers are here to ask you some questions. don’t worry, you aren’t in trouble. they just need some information for their investigation” he explains as best he could, shifting the conversation over to the two officers.

“as principal lee mentioned, we just need information. are you comfortable with us asking you a few questions?” you slowly nodded, hands beginning to clam up.

“we have reason to believe your friend, na jaemin, has been involved in an incident that occurred last thursday. he claims he was present with you that night. can you confirm this?” you immediately froze. you swore you didn’t even blink. that was the night he came to your window, all banged up a bruised. but you couldn’t tell them that part. so you went with a variation of the truth,

“yes, he was with me, we often study together and watch movies on thursdays.” you tried your best to maintain eye contact, not wanting to draw any more attention.

“have you noticed anything odd in his behaviour lately?” you knew they were just following protocol, but you weren’t prepared for any of this.

“not really. he is quite reserved naturally, but there hasn’t been anything too alarming, in my opinion” the officers just nodded, scribbling down your words.

“thankyou for your time, if we were to need any more statements from you, would you be okay with that?” you simply nodded, wanting nothing more than to get back to class.

“great, we’ll be heading off now, thankyou principal lee, and y/n” you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. what in god’s name happened that night?

“why were the cops coming out of the office? did you do something?” your friend, jimin asked you as she rushed to your side.

“n-no, they were asking about jaemin” you sighed. you didn’t want to tell her much, knowing she wasn’t his biggest fan.

“y/n, you have to stop hanging out with him so much. he’s bad news. i mean, he’s got the cops questioning you? is that someone you really want to be with?” you knew she had your best interest at heart, but she didn’t know jaemin like you did. no one did.

“don’t talk about him like he’s some pest in my life. he makes me happy, okay? i’d do pretty much anything for him” you huff, beginning to walk away.

“but would he do anything for you?” her words made you stop in your tracks. she was right to question that. god, even you questioned it sometimes. would he?

//

And now every time a siren sounds

I wondеr if you're around

'Cause you know that I'd do it all again

//

jaemin insisted he take you to the homecoming dance — he even pinky promised you.

“jaemin! i’m so excited for tonight, what time are you coming by?” you excitedly squeal into the phone, making jaemin slightly chuckle.

“uh love, i-i don’t think i can make it tonight” you felt your heart drop.

“what? why?”

“i have some business to take care of. i promise you i’ll take you out soo-“

“i think you should stop making promises you can’t keep. hope you have fun doing whatever you’re doing” you immediately hung up, wiping the stray tears from your face. you quickly pulled yourself together. showing up alone to the homecoming dance after you told your friends you were going with jaemin, was probably one of the most embarrassing things you had ever experienced. they all felt pity for you, dragging you to dance, trying to get you to forget about jaemin. but nothing was working. you were beyond disappointed, partially in yourself, for believing he could actually keep his promise.

the moment you got home, you saw someone sitting on the steps just outside your front door. you let out a loud sigh, hoping he heard everything. you wanted to push right past him and go to bed, but jaemin trapped you in his arms. you felt something was off about him. he was stiff as a board, he didn’t say anything to you. you finally got a glimpse of his face, his right eye was swollen and there was a slight gash on his cheek. you immediately gasped, all your anger towards him had fizzled away.

“w-what happened?” you barely whispered, bringing your hand to the side of his face. jaemin winced as he felt the touch, quickly pulling away.

“finally got what was coming” he tried to laugh it off, but he knew you weren’t going to laugh back. instead, you allowed him to follow you to your room, hoping your parents were fast sleep.

jaemin slowly made his way to sit on your bed. you felt like he had something else he was hiding from you, but your main focus was yet again, tending to his wounds.

“i’m getting some real déjà vu right now” you sighed, cleaning his face. jaemin tried his best to not move, but everything stung. he really got it bad this time.

“i’m sorry for breaking my promise. i know how much the dance meant to you” he softly muttered, eyes avoiding yours.

“i-it’s okay”

“no it’s not! you do so much for me, and i couldn’t even do this one thing for you. i feel so shitty. why do you even keep me around? i’m deadweight and that’s trouble for someone with wings” he scoffs, replaying harsh words he had heard from others in the past. you slowly plucked away the medical kit, turning to face him properly. (a/n: not me using a quote from the show ‘panic’)

“you’re not deadweight...you’re a good person, jaem. you’re good to me, that’s what matters” you gently push away the stray strands of hair that covered his forehead. he smiled at your touch, leaning into your palm as you brought it to cup his cheek.

“i love you”

you almost choked on your own saliva...he loves you?

“w-what?”

“yikes, not the response i was hoping for” he yet again, tried to relieve the tension with a joke. but you weren’t having any of it.

“can you be serious for one minute in your life? you can’t just say something like that and not expect me to freak out! i mean, do i love you too? of course i do! i would be stupid not to, but jaemin, you cant just spit that out of nowhere!” you began pacing around your room, which made jaemin smile even wider.

“well i just did. and i mean it” he stood to meet you, standing in the middle of your room as he held your shoulders in place.

“s-so what happens now?” jaemin hesitated for a moment, did he just ruin everything?

“we can’t be together”

“pardon?”

“i-i can’t do that to you. i can’t let you be with someone like me. i’m constant danger. the cops are going to get me one day, and i don’t want you to see it happen” he started rambling, you were barely understanding anything.

“this makes no sense. you’re telling me that you love me but you can’t be with me? why would you do this to me?” you started sobbing,

“i-i don’t expect you to understand. i just needed to tell you before...” he paused, pulling you closer to him. but you pushed yourself away. you didn’t want to hear anymore but forced yourself to listen. you needed answers.

“before what?” you gritted through your teeth,

“before i leave” your eyes widened, tears stopped flowing for a moment. you couldn’t make out any words, allowing jaemin to explain,

“i cant stay here, not in this town. i need to go somewhere else. somewhere they won’t find me. somewhere i can start over” he sighed, sitting back down on your bed.

“take me with you! we can go tonight, i don’t care where i am, as long as you’re with me i’ll be okay!” you begged, pulling out your duffel bag from under your bed. but jaemin quickly gripped your wrists, pulling you to sit with him on the bed.

“y-you can’t come with me. it’s not fair on you, or me. i want you to have a better life, a life with no regrets. you have so many goals, i can’t hold you back from them. i won’t” he insisted, holding your hands in his as he pleaded you with his eyes. you weren’t thinking straight, everything became so overwhelming.

“why are you doing this to me? i cant do this without you! i cant get through all of this without you. please don’t leave” your hands began to shake. jaemin brought them to his lips, placing soft pecks on each knuckle in an attempt to calm you down.

“you can. i know you can. because you’re you. an incredibly loyal, intelligent and courageous person. you don’t need me. if anything, i need you more” he smirked at the last part. you kept shaking your head, not believing anything he was saying.

“just promise me one thing?” he whispered, leaning in closer to you so that your foreheads touched.

“don’t forget me. don’t forget all the things we got up to. i had so much fun with you, more fun than i’ve had in my entire life. i can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done for me. i love you, okay? i’ll always love you” finally, he kissed you. his hands dragged to your waist, rubbing over the soft skin. you shined into the kiss, partially still upset with his departure.

“can we just have one last night together?” you pulled away, wiping away the rest of your tears. jaemin softly nodded, pulling you down onto the bed, wrapping his arms around you.

“thankyou for being my partner in crime. i’ll miss you” he sighed, gently scribbling random doodles on your arm with his fingers.

“i miss you already. maybe one day, we’ll meet again? i don’t know, am i being silly?” you didn’t want him to answer, afraid he’d break another promise.

“you’re not silly at all. we’ll see what life has planned for us” he responded. that was enough for you. you’ll leave it up to fate. you were just happy you were spending one last night with the boy you loved so dearly.

//

It's bittersweet to think about the damage that we'd do

'Cause I was goin' down, but I was doin' it with you

Yeah, everything we broke and all the trouble that we made

But I say that I hate you with a smile on my face

Oh, look what we became

//

you awoke the very next morning in an empty bed. your heart sunk, knowing jaemin was gone had finally hit you. your eyes drifted to where he once was, landing on a piece of paper.

‘go to the building for one last goodbye. i hope you like it.

- jaem <3 ‘

you quickly got changed and rushed there as fast as you could. would he be there to bid you farewell? you weren’t betting on it, but was still curious as to what he had to show you. you made your way into the building, your eyes cascading over all the graffiti. finally, you saw exactly what he left for you. he painted over the mural you both worked on. it had been replaced with a painting of a butterfly. its wings were all different colours, you could tell he spent ages on it. you finally reached the bottom of the artwork, a small inscription was engraved,

‘for the one with the wings, keep on soaring’

“so cheesy, i hate it” you joke to yourself, smiling at his words. this was his final gift for you. as you admired the painting once again, memories of all your little adventures came rushing back. everything you did together seemed like an eternity ago. although you wished you had confessed to him sooner, or kissed him harder, you knew that he was gone for good. jaemin wasn’t the time to keep many promises, so you’ve learnt. you started to put your faith in the universe. if you were meant to be, then you would meet again. but for now, you were content with everything you had gone through together. you were grateful to have known someone as amazing as jaemin, and you would never take that for granted. you only hoped he would do the same, no matter where you both were in life. you hoped you could both grow wings and soar through life without any regrets.

[psycopath06]

Secretary Part 2: Volturi Kings x Neutral!Reader

A/n: (f/s) = favorite scent, (2/f/s) = 2nd favorite scent, (3/f/s) = 3rd favorite scent. The parentheses next to the quotes are the translation to any words that are in Italian.

Tags: @peachymelon69 @schroedingershund

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I opened my eyes and looked around. I felt like death, was I dead? Did they kill me in my sleep? If I'm dead than this must be hell because it still looks like my room in the castle. Seriously death? Couldn't you give me a break?

   I sighed and got up to look around, but as I passed the mirror I turned around immediately to look at myself. I was a lot paler than I remember, I looked like I just walked off a runway. The worst part was I had those damn red eyes that the vampires had. Am I really dead or did they turn me?

  I turned to my door at the sound of footsteps suddenly appearing outside my door. Then Aro walked in with Marcus and Caius at his sides.

   "You changed me?!" I screamed beyond frustrated with them at this point.

   "Yes, that was what we told you would happened if you took the job." Aro said matter-of-factly.

   "You never kept your word to that before with the other secretaries! Why am I the one you changed?!" I screeched angrily at him. I couldn't get a nice peaceful death, now I can't die. These vampires suck!

   "That's simple Caro, you just haven't figured it out yet." (Dear) Aro said playfully, like this was all one big game to him.

   "Why I oughta" I growled and lunged at him, but was stopped by Caius pulling me into his chest. Before I could think of a way to curse him out, I stopped as I caught a whiff of Caius. Why did he suddenly smell like (f/s)? It was a very nice scent and it was making my brain fuzzy.

   Before I could stop myself, I was giggling and giving a genuine smile. I snuggled into Caius' chest enjoying his scent.

   "There we go. Take it easy, Tesoro." (Treasure) Caius whispered sweetly to me. I honestly didn't want to let go of him. Besides he smelled amazing, this was a side I never saw of Caius. Actually, the kings were all acting strange since last night.

   Marcus was being playful and less depressing, Aro showed the most genuine concern I have ever seen him give, and Caius was mostly quiet last night, but now he was cuddling with me. What the hell was happening?

   I tried to breathe in more of Caius' scent but something else caught my interest. Marcus smelled like (2/f/s) and Aro smelled like (3/f/s). What was happening to me?

   "What's going on?" I finally asked, after collecting my thoughts. Aro stretched out his hand so I put mine in his on instinct. He then wrapped both his hands around my hand. Marcus had moved closer and was messing with my hair. I leaned into the new touch, enjoying the attention from the both of them.

   Aro chuckled at my thoughts from when I woke up. "You can now feel the mating bound Caro. Now you know why your no longer our secretary. I'm shocked it took you this long to feel anything."

   I looked at him confused and he answered my unspoken question. "We vampires have a bond with a human or another vampire which is called the mating bond. It's very similar to a human soul mate. It's something Caius, Marcus, and I have shared for centuries." Aro now held an actual sweet smile on his face at that thought. "When you came to be our secretary, Marcus saw our bond was also connected to you but throughout the entire week that you worked for us, you never showed interest, simply trying to stay alive and not anger us. That would be normal if you only had one mate but you have all three of us."

   Caius and Marcus started to purr at Aro mentioning the bond, clearly they enjoyed the thought of a mate. I had even started to purr because of them.

   Aro continued, "The more mates a human has, the more of a need to be near those mates the human will have. Vampires have a more intense reaction to having a mate then humans do. That is why you went from trying to kill me to cuddling Caius." Aro stated as he watched how I was reacting to Marcus and Caius. "We originally thought it was because Caius was being harsh on you."

   That reminded me, "Why were you such an asshole to me while I was the secretary?" I asked Caius, while looking up at him.

   "The lower gaurds have less tolerance to humans." He stated before Marcus interrupted him.

   "That's putting it lightly, Carissimo." (Dearest) Marcus mumbled into my ear. This caused the hairs on the back of my neck to stand up. I knew it wasn't Marcus' intent of scarring me but to tell me that I was walking on extremely thin ice with the lower gaurd around because I existed scared me.

   Caius lightly growled at him for freaking me out, but he continued with what he was saying. "If you made even one mistake infront of them, they would have either killed you or choked you out while promising to kill you." He said, while trying to soothe my nerves by scenting my neck.

   "Why not tell the gaurds about me then?" I asked, annoyed that they wouldn't want to keep me safe because I was their human mate. I moved away from them and sat on my bed, I didn't want them touching me anymore

   "It was too much of a risk if the entire gaurd knew. Some would want to use your life in order to get a higher statues in the gaurd or to get revenge on us for killing someone they knew that they deemed innocent, but we killed." Marcus gently replied. I was surprised they weren't trying to force me to be affectionate towards them.

   "The elite guard are aware of you, they kept watch over you incase a lower gaurd decided to mess with you." Aro tried to ease my annoyance of them.

   I finally dropped it and went over to the window to help me process everything. This was a lot when all I wanted was a job to get myself out of my financial hole.

   As I looked out at the garden below my room I caught sight of sparkles in my peripheral vision. I moved my arm around in the light finding it fascinating that my skin was now extremely sparkly.

   I heard my mates chuckle, next thing I knew I had Marcus next me telling me about how our venom causes us to sparkle instead of combusting into flames. It was odd to see the kings sparkling like glitter bombs and being caring instead of depressed, creepy, and angry all the time. Maybe being a vampire wasn't so bad if I had them by my side.

[jeremy-knoxs-on-wood]

People Watching in Jean's POV:

I'm only looking just to live through you vicariously.

Jean had never seen someone so blinding before, not like Jeremy. The day he stepped onto California soil the man had welcomed him into his arms and his life, as a friend and roommate. He learned through Jeremy how to make friends, well, he had a friend. Renee, she was there to guide and make sure Jean was learning, more for himself than anything else, how to live again.

I've never really beenin love, not seriously

It had been months of tears, of shutting people out and locking himself in his room at USC before he opened up. The pit of his stomach crumbling with a feeling he only had with Kevin in the nest. One that led to to betrayal and loneliness. He felt it again when Jeremy brought him hot chocolate after a night of looming shadows, when the other put on the silly little robot movie and he couldn't help but feel the same wonder towards this man that Wall-E felt for Eve.

I had a dream about a house behind a picket fence.

Jean dared to dream, after finally going to a therapist at Renee's guidance. The talks between him and Byrd, and him with Renee were different. However, they both made him realize, he wanted more to life than a debt. He wanted a life where he would wake up with out worry. Where he could wake up and hope, dare even, to look and see honey curls beside him.

Next one I choose to trust, I hope I use some common sense.

Jean had shut himself off from Jeremy when he realized the feeling, despite wanting it so badly. Realized what it was and called Renee in a panic, asking for help. Pleading with her to help him, to not let him make the same mistake he did with Kevin. She only told him to take the chance, to give in. To try.

But I cut people out like the tags in my clothing, I end up all alone but i still keep hoping.

He didn't though. He stuck to what his nerves told him. He slowly ignored his head and heart screaming at him to finally give in, to trust in Jeremy. To let him in again, to test the waters even if he would get hurt. He found out Renee was engaged to Allison, and he was happy for her, but he knew that eventually, they wouldn't talk as much. That his laughter from their late calls would die off. That he couldn't reach out just incase, because she of course had a life. Everyone does.

I won't be scared to let someone know me,

News had got around quickly about the engagement, some congratulating him, for what he didn't know why. He dared to look for Jeremy through these days, to look at him and hope again. To let that moment break his silence and the walls he had built back up.

Life feels so monotone but I still keep hoping.

He had found life at USC, found his own wants and bucket list to get through. The Nest stood over him, it alwas did, but there was a light leading him forward through the sleepless nights and days that he was so disconnected that he could barely mumble answers to his teammates. A light with green eyes and a sweet vouce that chased away the monsters.

I wanna feel all that love and emotion

He was thinking about it again, when a knock sounded at his door, having put his phone down and pausing the conversation between him, Alvarez and Renee. One that managed to make him snort with laughter, though he wouldn't admit it to them.

Be that attached to the person I'm holding

"Come in." Jean called, knowing the knock as Jeremy's and yet it was off. More hesitant than usual, softer. The look the other had shattered him, his eyes were glassy when they looked at each other, his lips red and worried bitten. Jean wanted to sooth those worry lines between his eyebrows, but stayed on the bed.

Someday, I'll be falling without caution

"All that I wish for you, in this world of ours, is that you are happy. I'm glad you've found someone who can give you that."

But for now, I'm only people watching

If only you knew.

[hikarus-shida]

Hook: "Apologize"

Hook x gender neutral!reader genre: fluff towards end, kind of angsty but not really warning: mentioning of arguing, some swearing - also not proofread

summary: reader and hook argue before a show. hook thinks everything is fine hours later, when it's not, so he apologizes to reader requested by: anonymous (I hope you enjoy!) Masterlist Tag List: @cutierocker202

I started this imagine about an hour ago and actually kind of liked how it turned out. The only bad part is how bad the writers block gets! I hope you all enjoyed it though.

*I do not own this gif!*

There was only an hour before Dynamite started and you spent about 20 minutes of it arguing with Hook about shit you’ve already forgotten by now. At this point, the two of you were talking just to rebuttal each other and not let the other feel right, which made two of you in the wrong. You didn’t care about that right now, all you care about was getting away from Hook and his annoying mouth.

“God Hook, you’re not winning this fight. You think you can talk, talk, talk and come out of this in the right. You’re never right and right now? You sound like an asshole. So just do me a favor and don’t talk to me for the rest of the night.” You snapped at him, having enough of hearing his voice. You walked away before he could even respond, not bothering to look back.

Luckily enough for you, there was nothing set up for you to do tonight on Dynamite. So, that means you had all the time in the world to cool down and be away from Hook. You had went to the locker rooms and put your headphones on, playing music to calm you down. Of course, a sad song had came on and you had groaned - you weren’t in the mood to be sad or think about him either.

It was a stupid argument. You and Hook argued because he didn’t like how close you were to some new indie wrestler that previously made an appearance on Dark the day before. Hook didn’t even greet you like he normally did, he acted cold and gave you an attitude, telling you “to go talk to your new partner”. You felt the way that he acted was out of line and incredibly ridiculous, but his jealousy made him think otherwise.

You didn’t realize how long you’d been in the locker room until you had checked the time on your phone, 9:30 appearing on your lock screen. It almost scared you how quick time passed you by, you’d practically missed almost all of Dynamite. You were a bit sad that Hook hadn’t reached out to you, but you pushed all that away considering you were still kind of mad at him.

Leaving the locker room, you made a beeline to catering. Sitting for almost two hours, hiding away from everyone, had made you crave a drink. You had grabbed a water and took a seat, watching the monitor to catch the last few minutes of Dynamite.

What you didn’t know is that Hook was coming up right behind you to take a seat right next to you. You felt a pair of eyes stuck on you, but ignored it until an arm wrapped around your shoulders. You turned your head to look at the person in disgust, but was sort of relieved to see it was Hook. The look of disgust, however, settled back onto your face and you removed his arm from around your shoulders.

Hook looked at you with confusion. “What’s wrong with you? You never do that.”

The fuse you had tried so hard to not let burst was going to any minute now, but you knew it would be a bad idea to explode on Hook for being such a clueless ass, especially in catering.

“Did you forget about our argument two hours ago? You know, the one you started? Why are you acting like that never happened and expecting me to be okay with you?” You tried your hardest to not lose your patience, but this was just a whole other level of ridiculousness.

“I thought we would’ve forgotten about it and everything would be fine. Don’t tell me you’re still mad.” Hook sighed, now he felt like an asshole, which he still was in this moment. He should’ve known to approach you with an apology in one hand and hugs in the other.

“Now what on earth would make you think we would be fine? Especially when you started it and never apologized. You accused me of flirting with someone. I’d never do that to you. You know that and for you to think otherwise, that hurts.” You felt tears well up in your eyes, but you refused to cry. Hook stayed silent, his expression full of guilt as his lips fell down into a frown.

He took a hold of your hands, resisting a smile that was begging to pop onto his face when you didn’t let go. “You’re right, Y/N, and you should say it. I should’ve never accused you of that. I shouldn’t have been petty either, that wasn’t smart of me or even who I am. I feel like an asshole and like a terrible person. I know you better than anyone else just like you do with me and I should’ve trusted you, I do trust you. I was being really stupid. I should’ve approached my jealousy in a healthier way and told you. I’m sorry, Y/N. I know there’s nothing I could do to not make you mad at me anymore, but I do apologize with everything in my heart.”

You could tell Hook was being genuine, but that was something you never wanted to happen again. That was your first serious argument with him and honestly, it was very frustrating. You couldn’t handle it if you were ever that upset with him again.

“I accept your apology, but that can’t happen again. I’m sorry that you were jealous Hook, however you needed to handle it differently though. I understand that it may be hard, but I can help you navigate that. Like you said, it should’ve been done healthier. I’m glad we can talk about this now without being rude to each other because this is how it’s supposed to be. And I don’t ever want to fight with you again, it sucked.” You took a look at his face, the guilt still apparent. His eyes reminding you of a child that had just got caught doing something that they didn’t mean to; sadness and nervous.

You held into his hands, your thumb rubbing over his knuckles to soothe him. “It’ll never happen again. You’re so understanding, I should’ve just said it. I’m so lucky to have you, you... Y/N, you’re just everything to me. I never wanna fight again, I can’t. I love you too much to put you through that hurt and pain.”

Hook pulled you into a hug, his hands rubbing your back as his head laid on your shoulder. You began to rub his back as well, taking in this moment. You hated being mad at him, but now that you had talked it through and he apologized, everything felt okay again. But you surely weren’t going to forget about this moment; it was a teachable one that you didn’t want to forget, incase you two ever had another issue.

[kimberly-spirits13]

Dating Damian Wayne HC:

(imma do one for all of the guys I just had the writing idea for Dames first)

How You Met: Artist credit @axeeeee​

.        You went to Gotham Academy before him

.        You were also making sure that you were top of the class and also maintaining class president

.        Anyways, it was just something that you pushed yourself for

.        Arts was another strength for you but that was something that you weren’t as inclined to maintain on an extreme level like everything else

.        So it was your job to show the new people around the school before their first day which meant that you were showing Damian around

.        Your parents already knew Bruce so you weren’t really freaked out at all

.        It was just another day tbh

.        That was until you met him

.        It was weird since you were more of the person to not talk much about yourself

.        No one really knew who you were and you were content to keep it that way

.        Everyone’s friend but no one knew who you were really

.        Damian was kind of the same way but not as friendly or open to people

.        He was like the younger you

.        Still, for some reason you were interested in him just as a person

.        He was as well

.        You didn’t immediately hit it off seeing as you are both reserved and closed off when it comes to personal things, but you hit it off faster than any one else

.        A miracle in all honesty

.        So you started hanging out and eating together in the lunchroom instead of either with a group or alone

.        It was nice and then evolved over time

Friendship:

.        So after a few months, you guys were getting closer and closer

.        It was something that you just expected to happen and when it did you were ready

.        You were starting to hang out outside of school whether that was at your place, the park, his house, maybe a café on a weekend

.        Just anywhere

.        If there were any galas, Damian would invite you and you him since you didn’t really feel great inviting anyone else

.        Sometimes galas had this secret mandatory code to bring someone so it was nice to finally have someone to bring

.        The media was all over it

.        It was honestly really weird for a second and then you just accepted it

.        Damian and yourself slowly started opening up to each other about everything

.        Depending on how fast you pick up on things and possibly if you’re also a vigilante, this is where you figure out that he’s Robin

.        He doesn’t call you by your last name anymore and instead by your first name which is fun

.        It’s an honor lol

.        If Damian is having an issue at the manor, you just have extra stuff for him to come over anytime

.        It’s always there and you make sure to get more when you see something’s running low

.        By the end of the friendship stage, you’re probably wearing each other’s clothes by now

.        He gets flustered sometimes though

.        That’s the first few signs

.        Also very protective but we’ll get into that

Signs:

.        So Damian now gets flustered?

.        Not something that you ever thought you’d see

.        Complimenting you too

.        It was a mutual thing that you both started doing more and more

.        Hanging around each other even more than before if that’s possible

.        He introduces you to his pets

.        All of them

.        Even Goliath

.        That was after watching random animal videos one night in the movie room of your house and seeing your reaction to them all

.        You bout died meeting Goliath

.        It was pretty awesome

.        Damian was so proud

.        Anyways, so you start getting more and more protective of each other

.        Any stupid girls from the Academy were getting immediately shut down

.        Same goes with the boys

.        For Damian he was always making sure that no one was messing with you or making you feel uncomfy

.        Death glares to all and smiles to none that tried it

.        That was both ways

.        Omg you guys have the death glare mastered

Confession/ Relationship:

.        So now that his brothers have caught on, they’re hell bent on getting you two together

.        So is Alfred and Bruce and that’s not typical at all

.        Everyone ships you and you both know it just won’t accept it

.        After some time though, you’re at this string of events and the press was just bombarding you for info on the relationship and whether or not you were dating

.        You said no every time and then just moved on

.        Damian noticed how much he missed you and loved seeing you thrive even from afar

.        It was kind of like oh shit I’d better say something now cause they’ve got everyone wrapped around their finger

.        So when you got back, he told you

.        It was kind of informal and unexpected

.        I mean finally but, out of the blue

.        You were thrilled

.        So basically from then on, it was wonderful

.        Sometimes his brothers might tease you two and post really just dorky things about you guys

.        Maybe one day it’s freaking out cause they found you in the movie room passed out on each other asleep with an older movie playing

.        Picture of you not being apart at all

.        The press loved it all

.        You guys loved it all

.        Now he’d spend the night all of the time but this time in your room, asleep, with you

.        Not just in some guest bedroom or in the same room but apart

.        Sleeping is actually a big thing since you both greatly lack it

.        You’ll sleep everywhere

.        The couch, a chair, the bed, in a car, on the floor sometimes, at a table just next to each other, anywhere

.        It was something that like your friendship just evolved over time

.        Eventually, you were taking vacations together during the holiday breaks and training together

.        Your families loved the other

.        Friend groups too

.        Sometimes you’d fight but typically it got resolved quickly

.        There was always this challenge of apologizing on Damian’s end even if it was really his fault since he just doesn’t know how to

.        He got better with that real quick

.        Basically, you just appreciate each other and see the other as your other half

.        Nothing gets in the way of that

.        Not even some stupid boy or girl hitting on the other or the media’s twisted perception of something taken out of proper context

.        Those are typically what more serious talks are about but they’re solved quickly

Dates:

.        You’re either going to a nice place or not staying in

.        There’s no in between

.        Either 5 star or the home theater at probably your place

.        He loves taking you nice places even if you’ve already been

.        Watching new movies

.        Or really bad ones just to judge them

.        Those are always really fun

.        Sometimes you might go for a coffee date and those are typically just spur of the moment type things

.        You might go to a gala and then go home and kick back

.        Either way it’s the best

.        Homemade treats and movies with a possible blanket fort and pillows everywhere over the couches in the movie room

.        There’s always a chance that they might get cut short for heroics but that doesn’t typically happen since someone covers Damian’s or your shift

Hero:

.        So if you’re a hero, it’s kind of an exhausting thing especially considering schooling and everything else

.        Sometimes you find yourself not getting sleep for days

.        There are times that you regret everything and Damian understands it all

.        He’s just terribly impressed that you can do all of this like he does

.        It’s great having someone like that

.        Both of you are extremely well trained which sometimes Damian questions where you got your training since it’s so similar to his and his father’s

.        Very calculated and precise every single time but also unpredictable which makes you dangerous

.        It’s something that you always use to your advantage

.        On nights that you patrol, you do it together and always tag team

.        Damian knows that you put up one hell of a fight, but he’d rather be there incase something happens then not at all and have something bad happen

.        Both of you are always stitching each other up and helping the other with nightmares

.        It’s just inevitable at this point

.        Staying over at each other’s places depending on how close you are or how badly injured

.        You always go to the manor if there’s something really bad that happened

.        That’s cause they have better medical equipment and Alfred who is a legend

.        Alfred can fix anything and if he can’t it’s to the hospital but that pretty much never happens

Routine?:

.        With everything, you have to have a routine

.        It’s very exact and important

.        In the morning, you both wake up together but not before hitting the snooze button three times

.        You have the alarm set early enough to be able to do this

.        Plus some time just to lay there for a second

.        Damian is typically the cutest and most tired in the morning

.        He hates them

.        If you’re washing your face or doing whatever, he’ll just hug you from behind and lean against your shoulder

.        Has fallen asleep before

.        Then you both eat and head off to school

.        After school, you go back to someone’s place to change into comfy clothes and complete homework which most is done at school since you wouldn’t have time otherwise

.        If you have a meeting to go to, you’ll go to that and then head back

.        After supper, it’s to patrol and then after two to three hours of that on average, you go back to one of your homes and shower typically together since you don’t have time to not

.        It’s easier and more time efficient so you’ve said

.        Also uses less hot water

.        Then, you check your phones for any other emergencies and head to bed

.        If you’re not a hero it’s basically the same thing but he comes into your room, locks the window again after he’s made sure everything is safe inside, creeps in your closet to get his nightclothes, looks at his phone for anything that might have happened since, goes to shower, and then gets into bed with you after making sure you’re okay without waking you up

.        When sleeping, you’re either touching slightly or just on top of each other in some way

.        Either way, you’re touching

.        He can’t have you far from him incase something happens

.        Never really sure what might happen, just that it could happen

.        Since he’s a light sleeper, if you shift or move around, he opens his eyes for a second to make sure you’re okay

.        That goes for hero or not

.        It’s really nice and sometimes he’ll come in and you’ll still be awake

.        Always asks why

.        “Dami, I’m always awake at this hour.”

.        “I know beloved, but you should sleep.”

.        “Well then let’s go.”

.        He’ll swing by for just a second during patrol to check in if you’re either grounded from patrol due to injury, sickness, just need a night off, or if you don’t do it

.        Texts you updates every now and then since he knows you worry and it helps him when he’s home and you’re patrolling

.        Basically keeps him from going insane so he does the same for you just incase

[catboyshinsou]

sick headcanons!

anon request: i love your writing smmm !! 🥺 can i request mha sick hcs where they take care of the reader when they don’t feel well 🥺 you choose who !! <3333

a/n: sorry it took so long <//3

pairings: Kaminari, Kirishima, Tokoyami and Monoma x sick,g/n!reader

warnings: none rlly, mention of throwing up in monoma, slight manga spoilers

can be seen platonically and romantically <3

kaminari:

Tbh i think he’d be quite Useless

Just rlly panicky n stuff bc what the fuck does one do with a sick person???

*walks into your dorm* “hey y-n wanna- WHAT THE FUCK YOU LOOK TERRIBLE”

*you in a blanket and not having enough energy to be offended* “i think i’m dying” “y/n WHAT”

He’d try his best regardless tho

He goes to sato and helps with doing something soothing and welcoming

On his way back to your dorm he passes aizawa and tells him you’re sick in THE worst way

“Oh yeah Aizawa-sensei, y/n is dying-” “THEY’RE WHAT”

Kami would definitely storm into the room with him and be just as worried

What if it was something really serious??? Like the plague?????

They find you just laying in bed, sniffling and groaning

Turns out it wasn’t the plague and just a bad flu

Flu with its whole jazz, you had a fever of 38C and you could barely move

Aizawa got you excused from classes for about a week and left again

Kami just stood there with his soup and went “oh thank god you're not dying”

like i said i think he'd be useless but try his best

he checks up on you every half hour either in person or via text during classes

he brings you stuff like blankets and foods even though you can't taste any of them or have any type of appetite

but! thanks to the fridge in your room you just had snacks for about… forever

he gave you extra attention too

sometimes he'd just sit on the ground and talk about his day and theories while you just laid under your blanket

you appreciated it though

except for aizawa, sato and tsuyu nobody came over and even they just came in every few hours

kami stayed for hours on end and even tried to convince aizawa to let him sleep over so he could “watch over you” incase you “stopped breathing”

it's not like you slept much when he was around anyway, nights were not ideal for a good rest on a sick day

it was endearing seeing him lay on a futon on the floor and poking you when he had to get up for class

he leaves notes and stuff to make sure you didn't get worried

did he do anything to make you feel better physically? not rlly

did he lift your spirits and make you feel less lonely? most definitely

kirishima:

hear me out

this boy is an angel when it comes to caring for people

when he got into the whole essentially self care stuff he also knows what's best for others

he was probably one of the first to notice you being ~off your game~

whether in class or just yknow vibing, he'd tap your shoulder and softly “you okay man?”

he calls everyone dude and man and bro no matter gender or anything he's just that into the manliness stuff

and yes he puts you in essentially self isolation more for yourself than for others

“your body needs to rest y/n! can't properly get better if everyone keeps bothering you!”

he calls you every night tho and he has aizawa bring you stuff when he checks up on you (he's allowed because he's the teacher ofc also as long you're a UA student like one of your legal guardians which is like a dad and dads can see their kids sick right?)

stuff ranges from just bowls of soup to compresses to the handmade ointment against a sore throat to like socks he knitted or something his parents sent in bc he told them you were sick

yes this boy tells his parents you're sick

i mean someone probably told yours but like twice the parents means twice the comfort!

alternatively if your parents are *cough* he'd tell his parents and put you on the phone with them because everyone needs some parental love from time to time (don't act tough about it, he's gonna make you cry and tell you how manly you are for doing so)

when you're back on your feet he probably still treats you like you're about to fall over for like two or three days more

he praises you for how well you did during your essential quarantine and when you say you didn't do anything he says some cheesy stuff about manliness

“bro i'm so proud of you for getting through it!” “i didn't do anything kiri-” “don't say that! it takes so much energy and manliness to keep in self isolation and get better, you did amazing”

tokoyami:

i love birds

also look at baby toko he's so cute

do birds get sick?

anyways

tokoyami is like.. helpful but tries to be undercover about it

he's not gonna ignore you or anything

he's the type to like silently nudge teachers into your area so they could see you were clearly sick and send you back to the dorms to rest

but he'd never actually ask you or tell anyone

it would ruin his whole ~vibe~

dark shadow tells him to tell someone and he rlly does especially if he sees you struggling through it in class but he's also just not great at talking with people so a nudge or “secret note” will have to do

it does work, you're in your dorm right before combat training because mic had sent you up and excused you

mic is sweet he said he'd send aizawa up when he finds him but that you should rest

he also tells you that you have some really attentive friends

you're at this point just letting the sickness take over you so you have no idea what he just said (you heard him but the words just didn't register in your brain)

you get into bed and the first thing you do is sleep through afternoon classes

tokoyami is only at 50% today and so is dark shadow

tokoyami swears he isn't worried, the teachers are capable of taking care of you in an appropriate manner so that you will recover in no time

dark shadow on the other hand is all gittery and doesn't wanna focus on anything but you

off topic but i just think dark shadow is tokoyamis way of showing emotions or well like… like his internal thoughts? not like his internal dialogue but ya know his feelings

so he can act all goth and dramatic but dark shadow is a good way of still giving some of his feelings an output

back to you

so training is over and so is your nap

but you wake up to pillows, stuffed animals, blankets and more pillows surrounding you

half of them weren't yours either

they laid around you like some kind of pillow fortress jusy surrounding you and making sure you didn't hit your head on the wall or fall from the bed

it kinda felt like a nest- oh

you tried getting up, your head almost immediately flinging uoh back into bed but you needed to see if a certain someone would come back in to build the nest

“dark shadow, be quiet we don't want them to w- oh you're up”

tokoyami came in with more stuffies and an extra blanket like it was a siberian winter and your rooms only source of warmth was an almost dying candle

“are those yours?” you asked half asleep, your head absolutely booming

you could barely keep your eyes open, that's how exhausted you were but you made an effort to smile at the bird and his shadow

“uh no, yaomomo-san insisted on making some blankets for you and hagakure-san, ashido-san and uraraka-san gave me all their stuffed animals when they heard i was paying you a visit-” “but the blue star blanket and teardrop pillow are from fumi!! he brought them from home because he can't sleep without them!!” “DARK SHADOW!”

you only chuckled before breaking out in a cough again

aizawa came in some time after and had a hard time finding you under all the blankets and stuffies and even offered to tell the class to stop bothering you

but you just laid there all cozy and told him to let them be

“it's how he shows affection, it's nice”

monoma:

oh so the 1A student got sick??? huh??? I thought 1A was invincible hUUUUUUH??? *manic laughter*

coughs

anyways

so basically the two hero courses are more “in tune” after the joint training

they often have dinners together and it isn't rare to see kendo come over with monoma and tetsu^4

she came over to hang with the girls and tetsu had training sessions with kiri

nobody rlly knew why monoma tagged along though

all he did was spout about how average everything is for the “superior hero course”

he did secretly like the classes growing together more though

he'd sit on the couch with you and occasionally laugh about something else other than his team beating yours during joint training

one day he came in and didn't see you at your usual spot

“ehhhh??? where's the only tolerable person in this course??”

used to his lowkey insults deku pointed you out at the dinner table, head resting on your hand and looking over some homework

“y/n what are you- oh my god you look horrible”

“thanks monoma, you're as nice as ever”

your face was drained of any colour, eyes heavy lidded and you could barely control the pen that scribbled over the paper

he tried grabbing your wrist but pulled back immediately

you were way too hot and the fact that he noticed by grabbing your wrist meant that it was more than just a high fever

“is 1A that incompetent that they couldnt even notice their classmate falling sick??? can you guys do anything but trouble???”

“shut up monoma, we tried getting them to bed but they insisted on finishing up first and there's nothing in the world that can get y/n away from what they've put their head to”, kaminari yelled from the living room space

how were you gonna get anything finished if your head was falling off your shoulders if you didn't hold it up

class 1A really was incompetent

“sato-san, give me a hand”

sato, who was currently cooking up dinner, just held out his hand and some type of chocolate bar which monoma grabbed and ate up

“this is incredibly sweet, i don't know how you do it”

it's become like half a routine for monoma to copy quirks for whatever reason

kiri and tetsu used it to determine which quirk was handier

uraraka’s quirk made cleaning up after a game night easier

it was training for all of them

monoma could train his copy and the others could measure how much they've grown from his reaction to it

anyways

sato’s quirk kicked in and he lifted you up over his shoulder

“monoma!” you could barely lift your voice, faintly kicking

before you knew it he placed you on your bed in your dorm and sighed

“you're lighter than i thought”

“i think i'm gonna throw up”

so you hurled into your garbage can

monoma held back whatever there was to hold back

(he was very much disgusted but even he knew that this wasn't the time to let any type of negative emotion show)

“jolly gees y/n, what did you have for breakfast?!”

you laid in bed as he passed you a water bottle

“you need to drink something, you lost a lot of water”

“awe caring for me, monoma?”

“this is for general health, y/n. i would never as much as care for anyone, especially not a brat from 1A. who even knew that any of you could fall sick huh?! weren't you supposed to be superior to the rest of us??!”

he said all of that while putting a blanket on you and opening the window for fresh air

“god you 1A fools really are incompetent!”

he went into your bathroom and soaked a small towel in water

“i'm only doing this so you don't infect anyone. god you could cause an epidemic at UA and in the end 1b would fall victim to you as well! this is all just for the general well-being!”

you didn't even hear what he was saying anymore

with a half empty bottle next to your head, you slept peacefully

monoma let out a deep breath when he saw you

“i'd never care for anyone in 1A, i'm better than that…”

he whispered those words to himself

(he did care)

[sleepy-achilles]

So. A little birdie (doesn't want to be tagged so I'm respecting their privacy) dropped into my dms this morning with an article which could very well explain why Hunter and especially why Shawn don't talk to Ric Flair anymore.

Now, I've also made sure to check the person who wrote it and see if I can fact check, as well, I had a whole class on this type of thing. I know it's important to get things right. So if your interested in this whole thing, read more.

(This is a 100% a mess btw)

I'll be linking both the article and podcast down below and well any other websites I use. Incase you want to do more detailed reading or listening. As I won't be going too indepth as I'm just trying to answer a popular question on this blog of why hbk and triple h don't talk to flair.

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Intro-

Now the whole article itself is about Rics divorces, financial problems and also talks about other issues like sa accusations. I'm not going to go into those as I'm not talking about that, I'm just going to be focusing on the financial issues. Because well, that's most likely why Hunter and Shawn aren't talking to Ric.

Before I show you the parts of the article we will be looking at, I just want to go over the things I checked to make sure it can atleast be trusted. One, the author is clearly stated and his other works aswell. Two, he writes about different types of sports and three, Shane ryan has gone onto between the ropes to talk about the piece he wrote and stated he was doing work in Charlotte when he started researching ric. This is important as most of this takes place in Charlotte. He starts researching ric after coming across the fact he's in debt. He does it purely because he was confused how famous wwe legend couldn't pay off a small debt. Which is understandable. He was a wrestling fan as a kid who had grown away from it. Which actually makes me trust him more, he's not as connected to the business and stuff like I am.

He also notes where he got certain information from, like Elizabeth's divorce papers.

I also want to note that he has spent 2 months on this work before sending it to his editor. As someone who's done a research project multiple times, is more important then you think.

You also only have to put Ric Flairs debts into Google and you can spend hours reading about it.

I'm personally not going into detail about his debt, I more just want to share the reason on why Hunter most likely doesn't speak to ric anymore.

One final important detail is that Ric is referred to as Fliehr in the article as that's his actual last name.

Article-

Here's the part of the article that truly caught my attention.

And it think it's clear who those people are. This definitely would be a good reason to not talk to someone. Especially if they don't pay back. And we all know how Hunter is willing to help his friends, it's not his first time trying to pull ric out of the darkness.

And here's the part that was sent to me

Yeah, you know that rolex watch that Shawn was really giddy about? It meant a lot to him and its being used for debts.

And then I thought there's no way ric openly told Shawn he did this. So I went and did some research, which is where I found this,

Now, I knew ric and hunter didn't talk anymore because of ric saying it. So this, this is important as its not only a secondary source but also it tells us who else he doesn't talk to. It also confirms that Shawn and ric don't talk. And his own son?

I then discovered this. As said, ric is where I found out about hunter in the first place. I don't know what Shawn said. I haven't got around to it, but from the fact this is rics original answer to whatever hunter and Shawn said has me thinking it wasn't that bad

But what gets on my nerves most is, hunter is clearly apart of this and yet, ric only goes on to attack Shawn.

Which makes me think, if hunter and ric were speaking at the time of this, they 100% weren't after this. Its commonly known that Hunter will always stand with shawn, just like how Shawn will always stand with hunter. You wrong one of them, you wrong them both. Take the Hulk Hogan situation for instant. We've all seen hunter and Shawn glaring at hogan during raw anniversaries.

Back to the main point. The article. Rics debts have been publicly put out there. Shawn most likely found out from the Internet. Hell, now that I think of Shawn and the Internet, he probably didn't even find out at all. But hunter? Hunter knows how to use the Internet. He most definitely found out.

It just doesn't sit right with me. It never has. But to now have some context on why hunter and Shawn don't talk to ric. I just can't. Why would you do this to your so called close friends? Why would you take something so valuable and put it up like that? It's not clear if ric still has the watch or if it's gone, but that's not the point. It also won't take a rocket scientist to know that ric definitely loaned money off hunter and maybe Shawn. And who knows if he's paid it back.

I just know that, I finally got my answer on why hunter and ric don't talk anymore. Also just put in my mind that taker was 100% at rics last match to collect debt money. I'm sorry, I had to fit a joke in somewhere.

"Wheres my money Ric?"

Feel free to ask any questions if this confuses you. I'm kinda running off 4 hours sleep and ranting in this.

Here's the links I used:

Actual article that started all of this-

Podcast-

Other sites-

[thediamondgirl17]

Alpha!Goshiki x Omega!Reader: That Day In The Gym (SFW) Part 3

Oh my goodness!! So many of you guys are enjoying these! That makes me super duper happy to hear! I even had someone ask to be added to the tag list! I have no clue how to make one of those but I will totally try! I’m sorry this one didn’t come out as fast as the other two. With the holidays coming around I found myself to be fairly busy- but, I shall continue on! Once again please let me know how you like my writing! And my ask box is (currently) open to new ideas, so don’t feel shy about asking! I apologize for this part being a bit shorter than the others! If you want a Part 4 just feel free to ask!  

Just incase you haven’t read these yet here is: Part 1  Part 2 and Part 4

Warnings: Strong language, implied sexual themes, implied depression, etc.

    One of the very last things you had remembered, was the sweet smell of lavender surrounding you whole. It came from all sides as his track jacket, adorned with his scent was thrown over you, and his chest pulled you in so close you thought you would drown in him. How long you had been crying for before you had eventually passed out from it all? You had no idea. All you knew was that you felt warm, safe, and welcomed in his arms. He was big compared to you and warm, his scent brought you comfort, while also allowing you to let everything out at once. It was...Intense. 

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    You laid in his chest for around three full minutes before passing out into his clutch. He gently rubbed his hands up and down your arms. Half of him was doing it to comfort you. The other half of him wanted to mark your clothes with his scent, For some reason in his Alpha mindset, it made sense that if you smelled like an Alpha then you would be treated well. Even in the end if it did or didn’t work, he let his instincts take over whatever he was currently doing, because he knew deep down, that his inner Alpha would be able to take care of such a distressed Omega. And that was his only goal right now. 

Make you better.

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    Shirabu looked and watched as you had passed out in the arms of the first year wing spiker. His eyebrows furrowed slightly, even though he was a Beta and didn’t really understand the whole scent thing, due to the fact that his nose wasn’t as sensitive as Alphas and Omegas, he couldn’t usually tell how someone was feeling from their smell. However, this was different, he was able to smell a very sour and unpleasant one at that, and it was emanating from you. The other Betas on the team, Sagae, Yunohama, and Soekawa, along with the coach contorted their faces at the sour scent,

    “You should take her to-” Shirabu was about to give Goshiki advice on what to do with you now that you were calm. However, he was cut off. 

    “Shut that fuck up.” Goshiki spat. He held you in his arms closer to him, if that was even possible. All Betas in the room, and Tendou looked away from him. He was an Alpha that gave them all a strict order, and the Alphas in the room backed off as well to give him space. Including Ushijima. 

    The purpled haired boy picked up your sleeping frame and kept his jacket around you. He turned and walked out of the gym to head down to the nurse to see if she could do anything for you. His eyes softened the moment he stepped out of the tense atmosphere of the gym and silently walked to the office. 

    “Tendou.” Ushijima said and turned to the red haired Omega. 

    “Yesssssss?” He cooed to the Apex Alpha. 

    “What do we do?” 

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    That night you woke up in one of the beds the nurse had in her office. You blinked a few times as the LED lights in the ceiling practically blinded you. You groaned softly and looked around the empty room. You were the only one in there, but the scent of warm lavender practically covered you like a blanket. You looked down only to see the white and purple colors of one of the track jackets that the boys have. ‘Goshiki’ You thought as you sat up and yawned a bit. 

    A few minutes later the nurse had come into the room and explained what had happened. You had to answer a couple of questions and do some light paperwork. However, once you were done, you got up and grabbed the track jacket. 

    “What happened to the boy who brought me here?” You asked her. 

    “He went back to his dorm. I’m sure you can return that to him when you see him again.” She said and put all of her paperwork into a file. 

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    The next morning, you got ready for early morning practice. You slipped on your purple sweatpants and white t-shirt and grabbed your gym bag. You sighed softly. ‘Should I really be going back? After the way they treated me? After breaking down like that? I don’t like I can face them...,’ You thought as you walked along slowly. You glanced up at the gym as you walked to it. ‘What? The lights are on..,’ You thought. You heard someone shush some others who you could hear mumbling through the door. Then you pushed it open. 

    Everyone on the team stood there and looked at you when you walked in. Some looked away, some looked like they didn’t care, and others just kind of stood there as if they had to. Coach Washijo stood in the front, and walked forward towards you. It was intimidating, so you tensed up, preparing to get yelled at for causing a commotion. However, it never came. 

    “Tendou is the first Omega I have ever let into this gym.” He stated simply. “So we all will not get everything on the first try with you.” He reached behind him and pulled up a Shiratroizawa volleyball track jacket, and it was your size. “Welcome to the team.” He said simply before walking away. Then Ushijima stepped forward and placed his hand on your head. 

    “Welcome to the pack.” He stated simply. Then he turned. “Let’s get to practice!” He said sternly. 

    You couldn’t help but tear up at this. ‘I’m part of the pack. They just didn’t know how to treat me...I get it now...They didn’t understand...’ You thought to yourself as you held the purple jacket out in front of you. A small smile crossed over your face and you slipped on the jacket and hummed happily. 

    ‘Good...She’s happy.’ Goshiki smiled softly and stared at you as you put on the coat and dwindled in your own thoughts. Seeing you smile made his heart flutter. It made him feel warm and happy. It was a feeling he couldn’t quite explain. He wanted to hold you close and protect you from everything, he wanted to kiss you, and court you. He has a soft blush as he thought about doing all those things. However, his thoughts were interrupted as a volleyball hit him in the back of the head. 

    “Ow!” He barked and turned around. “Who threw that?!” A couple members of the team snickered evilly. 

    “It shouldn’t matter who threw the ball, if you were paying attention, you would have gotten it.” Ushijima scolded in his usual tough act demeanor. 

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    The rest of the day went by fairly well for you. Your classes had gone good and you smiled and laughed with your friend as they talked to you. Every now and again you would get a dirty look from another Omega that wanted a spot on the volleyball team. Honestly though, you could not care less. As you walked into your final class of the day, there was something waiting for you on your desk. You reached over and picked up the small piece of paper. 

    ‘There’s 900 square feet in a volleyball court, and I would still find my way directly to you.’ And as you read it, you giggled at the cheesy line. The scent wafting off from the piece of paper was of warm vanilla, and your cheeks heated up as you realized who the note was from. You couldn’t help but feel your heart leap up into your throat. You gently slipped the note into your bag and waited for the rest of the day for practice. 

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    You had gotten to the gym before anyone else had as usual. You were making sure everything was ready when you heard the familiar sound of the gym doors opening and smiled as Goshiki walked in. Your cheeks were flushed but he had this confident look on his face. He walked over to you and crossed his arms. The purple haired boy smirked and held his head high, but there was no mistaking the pink tint on his cheeks. 

    “(F/N) (L-L/N)!” He said sternly. This made your cheeks turn pink and your body tense up a bit. “I-I would like to court you! A-and don’t try to stop me!” He said loudly. “B-because- I-I have my mind made up on it!” And as he spoke his cheeks turned more and more red. There was silence for a while, until your soft voice broke through the silence. 

    “I would love to be courted by you...,” You said softly with an equally pink face. You turned away from him. “I-I should get to work...,” You said quietly before heading into the storage room. And as you walked you heard voices come into the gym. 

    “Good job!” 

    “That’s how you do it!”

    “Proud of you!”

    And you couldn’t help the small smile that spread across your face. ‘What a nice day to be in the gym...,’  You thought. 

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    And from that moment on, every single day, Goshiki made sure to spend as much time around you, and spoiling you as he could. He would come early to practices, like he usually did, and talk with you. During lunch, he would stop by your class and drop off a special treat like a cookie, or chocolate, or something sweet for you to have. During your last period, there would always be something on your desk. There was always a cute note, a small gift, or something along those lines. Then during practice in the afternoon, the two of you would make awkward eye contact and blush a bit. And you could have sworn that Goshiki tried hitting the ball a little harder when you were watching. It wasn’t like you would mind that at all, it made you feel special.  

    However, it wasn’t like you weren’t doing anything for him. Even though you didn’t spoil him with gifts and things, he already felt spoiled. You had asked him about it one day while you were setting up the gym. It had been about a week since the whole ‘courting’ thing had started. 

    “Goshiki...,” You said softly sitting on the bench next to him. 

    “Yeah?” He asked turning to you and tilting his head. 

    “Do you want anything? I-I mean you do so much for me...Y-you’re spoiling me...so...,” You trailed off with a blush. You looked down at your lap with the same blush that was slowly spreading across your face. 

    “Nah...,” He said and leaned back a bit with a small smile and rested his hands on the back of his neck. His smile was more of a thoughtful one. “I just think it’s in my biology...,” He blushed a bit more and turned away from you. “Seeing you smile is payment enough...As long as your happy and pampered, then count me the same way.” This made your cheeks flush in embarrassment. 

    Now you were here, sitting in your dorm and looked down at your phone. Living in a dorm meant that you needed to ask permission to do anything outside the premises. With both your and Goshiki’s busy schedules with volleyball, trying to find a time for the two of you to go on your first date with each other proved to be a bit difficult, especially because you couldn’t exactly up and leave Shiratroizawa. You sighed in your chair and leaned back. After a few minutes, your phone buzzed. It was a message from Goshiki. 

    ‘Meet me in the soccer field in like 15 minutes.’ Was all that was written. You furrowed your eyebrows a bit in wonder of what he could want so late in the afternoon. However, you threw on some more presentable clothes than your school uniform and slipped on a sweatshirt, then you headed out of your dorm to the soccer field. 

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    After a few minutes of walking to the soccer field you saw something straight ahead. There were a few lights around something that you couldn’t exactly see. However, you continued forward to see what it was. As you got closer you were able to see everything clearly.

    There was a big dark green blanket laid out on the grass. On all four corners were fake candles that were lit up so that you could see everything else. There was a basket with your favorite fruits in it and some sparkling water. You chuckled a bit and sat down next to the purple haired boy. 

    “What’s all this?” You asked softly and looked over at him. 

    “W-well!-,” He said in a more matter-of-fact kind of voice. “I’ve been courting you for about two weeks now a-and, I-I wanted to...to...,” He trailed off with flushed cheeks. Even though it was dark outside and the stars were out, you could still tell that he was blushing. “To ask you to be my girlfriend!” He said loudly. Your eyes widened and your own cheeks flushed. “I-I really like you!” He said and turned to you, sitting on his knees. “Y-your like...one of the cutest Omegas I ever met...a-and you smell really nice...a-and you make me so nervous! E-Even though I’m pretty confident in m-myself!” He paused and got a bit close to your face. 

    “O-of course!” You replied and sat up, facing him as well. “I-I really like you...,” You whispered and looked down at your lap. 

    However, you felt a knuckle slip under your chin. It was callused and rough from all the abuse his hands went through during practice. That knuckle gently lifted your head so that it was tilted up. You quietly swallowed as his face got closer to yours. The closer your faces got, the warmer they became, and the heavier your eyes became. It was like this until you felt gentle lips graze across your own as if testing the waters. Your heart felt like it was going to pop out of your chest. And soon Goshiki felt more confident and kissed you fully. One of his fingers remained under your chin, and the other gently rested against your cheek. Your hands however and crawled up and wrapped around his neck. The kiss was a bit desperate from both of you, and filled with want. The scent of warm lavender along with your own scent mixed together in a cloud around the two of you. Goshiki broke away from you and blushed as he held your face in his hands. 

    “I love you Omega.” He said, adding on the ‘Omega’ to show you he really meant it. 

    “I love you too Alpha...,” You whispered before leaning in for another kiss underneath the light of the stars and moon. 

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Written by Eevee

Things to look out for: abuse, crying, forcing someone to tell you information, kidnapping, starving mention, unsympathetic!Patton, a small sexual joke (maybe 2), panic attack mention, hallucinations mention, (tell me if I missed one)

Random side note: This fic was made for @cherry-dork! Based loosely off this post (yes I know it’s been done before, I’m sorry). It’s kinda bad, but I had fun writing it!

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Logan gasped for air as the bag over his head was removed. “Wha..? Where are am I?!” He panicked, looking around. He saw Remus and Janus and frowned, immediately calming down. “Oh, it’s just you two.”

Janus crossed his arms. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Remus frowned. “Yeah! You were fun when you were scared!” He cried.

Logan scoffed and pulled at the ropes that tied him to the chair, hoping to get back to the light side quickly so he wouldn’t get in trouble for being gone. “I’m just saying I’m not shocked you two are behind this,” he explained.

Remus gasped dramatically. “I’m the Duke!” He screeched. “I’m not predictable!” He spat the word like it was poison.

Logan sighed. “Can you just let me go? I have to get back before Patton finds out I’m gone,” he said, trying to stay calm.

He wasn’t afraid of the dark sides—in fact, he liked them a lot—but if Patton found out he was gone, he’d be in big trouble. He bit back a whimper at the thought of the last time he came home late.

“No,” Janus said. “We’re gonna have some fun with you, first.”

Remus nodded. “Yeah! What’s you opinion on Monopoly?”

Logan blinked. “It’s... one of my favorites...” he said cautiously.

Remus smiled and ran to get the game while Janus untied him. “Good. It gets boring with only two people,” he told him.

Logan nodded. He had been expecting some sort of torture, if he was honest, not a board game. I mean, that’s what Patton would do if he managed to catch a dark side so why would they treat him any different?

Remus came back with the game and slammed it down. “I call the dog!”

Janus smirked. “I’m the hat. Logan?”

Logan thought for a second before picking up the car and placing it on ‘Go’. “I’m ready,” he said.

———

Janus cursed colorfully and flipped the board. “Game over! I quit!”

Remus howled with laughter as pieces scattered everywhere. Logan was trying not to laugh as well, afraid that if he did, he’d be in trouble. He was still their captive after all.

Logan screamed a little as he was thrown back into the chair and tied back up. “Really?”

Remus nodded. “Well duh! Can’t have you running off, can we?”

Logan huffed. “I’m not going to run away.”

“Lie!” Janus called from the other room.

Remus raised an eyebrow. “Don’t lie to us. I’ll be back in an hour with food,” he said, walking away. “If you need me, yell. The walls are pretty thin.”

Logan flinched as the door slammed shut. The last thing he wanted was to be alone with his thoughts and here he was, stuck in a quiet room tied to a chair with no escape.

He started to panic about what Patton might do to him when he got home. Would he keep him from sleeping? Would he force Virgil to spiral him into a panic attack? Would he have Roman make him hallucinate? Would he feed him poisoned cookies and watch him die over and over again until Thomas needed him? And god knows when that time would come...

He forced himself to calm down. He decided that if he wasn’t going anywhere and food was on the way, he’d catch up on some well needed sleep incase Patton forced him to stay awake for days at a time. He was out before you could say ‘falsehood’.

———

Remus kicked down the door, a sandwich in one hand and a glass of water in the other. “Oh, Logie!~ I brought food!” He announced.

Logan jerked awake. “O-oh! Hello, Remus,” he muttered, shaking his head.

Remus sat down in front of him and placed the sandwich in Logan’s lap so he could untie him. “Hi! Hope you like ham!” He said, rubbing Logan’s wrists to help with blood flow.

Logan nodded. “I do.”

Remus smiled and handed him the sandwich. “Then eat up! But don’t choke. Jannie is making cookies for us later!” He told him, sitting down next to him.

Logan flinched at the word ‘cookies’. “I-I think I’ll pass on the sweets. I should probably watch what I eat anyway,” he said, setting the sandwich down. If Patton knew he was eating without permission he’d be starved for weeks.

Remus frowned. “Lolo, you’re thinner than a cheaply made condom. Please eat the sandwich,” he said.

Logan shook his head. “I’m not hungry, anyway...”

Remus stood up and picked up the sandwich. “Okay... If you won’t eat, then drink,” he demanded, shoving the water in his face.

Logan sighed and chugged the glass, upset it was empty so soon. He couldn’t remember the last time he had a proper drink of water. “Happy?”

Remus nodded. “Very, thank you,” he said, walking out.

Logan held his own until he left. When he did, he immediately started to untie his legs since Remus didn’t tie his hands back. He had to get home fast. He finally stood up but fell right back down. His legs had fallen asleep and were basically useless.

Someone behind him tisked and picked him up and dropped him back in the chair. “Now now, we aren’t finished with you yet,” Janus threatened, tying him back up.

Logan held back tears. “Please! I have to get home before Patton finds me gone!” He cried.

Remus laughed. “Why? So Daddy doesn’t spank you?” He teased.

Logan nodded. “Or worse! Please! If I leave now I can be back before dinner!”

Remus faltered. “What? What do you mean ‘or worse’?” He asked.

“Doesn’t matter,” Logan said, knowing he messed up big time by letting that slip. “I gotta get home!”

Janus shook his head. “Logan, what do you mean ‘or worse’?” He asked again. When Logan stayed quiet he flashed his fangs. “Tell me Logan, or I’ll make you,” he threatened. He didn’t want to, but he’d do it if he had to.

Among sensing when someone lies, Janus had what Remus called ‘truth serum’ in his fangs in place of venom like a normal snake would have. He’d argue that it isn’t, but when all is said and done that’s basically what it is, so he just goes with it.

Logan shook his head. If Patton found out he leaked light side secrets to the dark sides... he didn’t want to think about it...

Janus sighed. “Logan, please don’t make me do this. Just tell us,” he said, giving him a sad look.

He shook his head again. “I-I can’t tell you. Please don’t hurt me,” he whimpered.

Janus hissed at him, hoping to scare it out. “Tell me!”

Logan started to cry. “N-no.”

Remus jumped in. “Hey hey hey! Don’t cry! Janus and I aren’t gonna hurt you,” he said, wiping his tears away. Janus tried not to react to the lie that came out.

Logan sniffed. “Y-you’re not..?”

“Nope! But you gotta tell us what’s happening. What did you mean by ‘or worse’?” He asked again.

Logan shook his head and looked down at the ground. “I can’t tell you,” he repeated.

Remus sighed. “Then I’m sorry for lying.”

Logan looked up, afraid of what that meant as Janus sunk his fangs into his throat. He tried to scream but nothing came out. He felt something flowing through him but it wasn’t hurting him so it wasn’t poison... Hopefully.

Janus stood up and wiped his mouth. “I’m sorry, Logan. I didn’t want to, but you made me,” he muttered, almost ashamed of himself. “Now tell us, what do you mean by ‘or worse’?”

“If I’m not back soon, Patton will probably starve me for a week,” he said, the words rolling off his tongue with ease. “Th-that’s if I’m lucky,” he added, trying to fight whatever was spilling his guts metaphorically.

Remus and Janus were... shocked to say the least. That would explain why Logan was so thin.

“L-Logan...” Remus began. “I-I... why didn’t you tell us?” He whispered, trying not to cry.

“I didn’t want him or you to hurt me,” he said, tears falling down his cheeks.

Janus started to untie him. “Does he do this to Virgil or Roman?” He asked while the venom was still working.

Logan shook his head. “They don’t do anything wrong. It all falls to me.”

Janus picked him up out of the chair and held him close, also holding back tears. “It’s okay... you’ve done nothing wrong. What else has Patton... done to you?” He hesitantly asked, afraid of what he was about to hear.

Logan tired to cover his mouth but it didn’t do anything to stop the flow of words. “He’ll beat me if I mess up, lock me in my room if I try and interact with you or the others, ‘forget’ to feed me if I disobey him, force me to stay awake if I’m behind on work, and sometimes he’ll make Roman force hallucinations on me or make Virgil throw me into a panic attack for fun.”

The room was dead silent for what felt like hours, only broken by the sound of silent sobbing.

“L-Lo?”

Logan turned his head to Remus, expecting the worst. “Y-yeah?”

Remus ran forward and hugged him too. “You’re never going back there!” He yelled. “If they won’t love you, we will!”

Logan tried to tell him it was all a lie—he was joking, even!—but nothing came out. Whatever Janus put in him only let him talk if spoken to and tell the truth.

Janus sunk them out to his bedroom where he laid them all in the bed. “Is this okay, Logan?”

Logan nodded. “Yes.”

He smiled and put him in the middle, sandwiched between him and Remus. “You’re safe now, rest,” he said, running his fingers through his hair.

Logan nodded again and slowly fell asleep. “Thank you,” he whispered before he closed his eyes.

Remus smiled and hugged him. “You’re welcome,” he whispered back.

When they wake up, Remus would make sure Logan was comfortable in their run-down part of the mind while Janus tore Patton a new one for the way he treated Logan. But for now, they’d enjoy each other’s company while it lasted.

~~~

Maybe I’ll do a part two where Patton comes for Logan, idk. This was fun though, thank you Cherry for the request!

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Oh I love your blog already!! If its not too much trouble, could I also get Hop x gn/male reader with prompt 73? 🥺🥺🥺🥺 (Im the same anon that requested the Bede ome btw. I loved that sm ty!!! maybe one day ill come off anon but for now you can just call me 🌻 anon :)))

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A/N: Hey!! Im glad you enjoyed the last one! And glad to see you here again, sunflower anon!! Your requests always put me in a whole fluff writing mood, so hopefully, you'll like this one too! Thanks for requesting!

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Zacian gallops your way, returning the ball toy you threw for it to play; it retrieved the toy with full of enthusiasm, eager to play more with you until its hungry and waiting for its meal later. To think that the legendary pokemon who protected Galar would be here, playing fetch with you joyfully as if its a well tamed pet. Oh what are the odds.

You gave the legendary pokemon a pat on its head, not forgetting to gently ruffle its fur too afterwards as you took the ball from its mouth; giving out praises as you do, in which Zacian replied with a cheerful howl— you could never get enough of how adorable Zacian is, even if its capable of banishing The Darkest Day with it's partner, that doesn't reduce the cuteness level it has.

As you were about to throw the ball again, Zamazenta came rushing your way, followed by a laughing Hop who seemed like he was playing tag with the said legendary pokemon.

The sight infront of you surely is contagious, filled with laughter and glee which made you laugh too at it's silliness. Zacian seemed like it's enjoying the camping time with it's partner, and it didn't mind Hop's presence too. All is well. Its rare to have a time where you're able to camp together with your bestie like this, out in the open wild

Being the champion sure has it disadvantages; much less time for your bestfriends, casual talks, and all of that. Most of it are only filled by interviews, interviews, and even more interviews. No one ever said being the champion was easy, and you expected nothing less— no wonder Leon seemed like he's really busy and not able to stay in one place for just a second, not to mention his terrible sense of direction that only makes him lost easily. Its probably caused by a lot of thoughts in his head, therefore mini amnesia.

"Zacian!!"

Hop called out while Zacian was playing with Zamazenta. This made the legendary pokemon look up and tilted it's head a bit in confusion before finally walking to the boy who called it. Apparently Hop has something in mind, and it seems like he's been wanting to try this for awhile now.

"Easy boy"

He tangled his hands in Zacian's heavy fur, acting like he's massaging the pokemon, only to move his hands to Zacian's neck and beginning to scratch it, waiting for a reaction from the said legendary pokemon. Zacian stands tall before him, slowly starting to enjoy Hop's tiny gesture of affection by scratching the area of it's neck. Not long, Zacian lets out another happily satisfied howl, followed by a big grin appearing on your bestfriend's face. It really didn't take much for Hop to be happy, just seeing your pokemon enjoying his effort and affection is enough, it seems.

You then walked to a nearby small rock, sitting down on it as you watched your legendary pokemon have a bonding time with your bestfriend from afar. Its nice to have one day of quality time with with people you held dear to you, and of course, your beloved pokemon.

Zamazenta seems like it was quite lonely though, so you decided to call it to you in order to make it feel not left out. Zamazenta happily obliges and walks to you in a calm pace; you opened your arms, urging for it to hug you or nuzzle onto you as it came close to you, in which, it did nuzzle to your face and booped your cheek as an act of affection and respect for you. Zamazenta realises that you're Hop's bestfriend— someone important to it's trainer, therefore it should show the same respect it has shown for it's trainer, possibly even more.

"Look at youuuu" you cooed as you buried your face in the Shield-like legendary pokemon's mane, it was quite thick and warm, it's fur brings warmth and a sense of protection; somehow the vibes you're getting from Zamazenta is similiar to Hop's vibes. Warm, and you feel safe whenever he's around. I guess the trainer's personality reflects on their pokemon, huh?

Aside from that, you pulled away from the said pokemon, giving it a fuzzy ruffle one last time before letting it rest it's head on your lap, taking a short and quick nap. Oh arceus, Zamazenta is adorable, and the fact that it's resting it's head on your lap right now, it means that you cant move or else you'll wake it up.

You carefully ran your fingers through its fur, combing your way through as you feel it snoring lightly on your lap, indicating that its finally letting it guard down around you and take a rest. Still, you couldn't move at all, you dont want to wake it up, it would be a horrible thing to do if you indeed woke it up— you're not gonna lie though, half asleep Zamazenta probably would be twice adorable, just like your own legendary, Zacian.

Time passes by as you hummed, going through your rotom phone while your other hand kept patting the legendary pokemon's head. The area surrounding you has became quiet too, and it makes you wonder. Where is Hop and Zacian? You didn't hear their joyful interactions anymore.

Ah oh well, if Hop is lost, you have his pokemon with you, you could politely ask it to help you search for it's trainer. You continued scrolling through your phone as you enjoyed the sound of rustling on the grass... or so you thought.

Before you could react, Hop surprised you with a backhug followed a shout-whisper "Gotcha!". His arms wrapped around your torso carefully, noticing that Zamazenta is vast asleep on your lap— though it didn't stop him from his mischievous thoughts of teasing you, like always.

His fingers began trailing up and down on your sides, treading it lightly that made you feel a little bit ticklish, resulting in you trying your hardest not to flinch or make any small movements that could possibly wake the sleeping pokemon.

You held back your laughter as one hand was covered your lips, other hand placed on top of one Hop's hand, gripping it lightly as an act of telling him to stop.

With that, Hop's eyes widened, twinkling with amusement before turning back into a mischievous look, lips curling into his usual happy-go-lucky smile.

"Oh, are you ticklish?"

Oh no. Nope, no way in hell you'd admit that— not that you could anyways, you were in a state where any word that manages to slip out your of lips would be fatal, by fatal i mean that it would make Zamazenta wake up from it's slumber. And you dont want that.

Hop should've known that you're ticklish since you two were toddlers. Maybe he had forgotten it, you're grateful if he did, but this was not the best timing for him to be doing this to you— can he not see his pokemon is sleeping??? What kind of a cruel trainer would do this???

Back to reality, his fingers kept digging on your ticklish spot, which made you curl forward, holding back your laughter and hoping to Arceus that you wont slip.

You could hear hop snickering behind you as he's determined to make you lose your control and laugh freely, and he's gonna give all of it to make that happen, until that is, Zacian ambushed him from the side, making him tumble to the grass below him as your legendary pokemon held him down, in an act of saving you.

Your fingers wiped the tears thats threatening to slide down your cheeks, turning your head to the side only to see your bestfriend being held down by your trustworthy companion. This made your mouth turn into an O-shape as you gave it a thumbs up, thanking it for saving your dear life, and Zamazenta's beauty sleep, of course.

"Gah!! Zacian!!" Hop struggled under Zacian's powerful stare; it looked down on Hop as if it was telling Hop to back off and not bother it's trainer anymore. Hop got it's message clearly and smiled apologetically, followed by a small chuckle before Zacian finally lets him go, still watching him carefully from afar incase you're being tortured by his tickling again.

A huff slipped past your lips as the pokemon on your lap shifts; lifting it's head slowly and looked at you drowsily. "Avenge me later, Zamazenta" you muttered with a chuckle, but Zamazenta seems like it didn't understand what you were saying, nonetheless, probably Zacian will explain it later, in their... legendary ways, and if you're lucky enough, Zamazenta would really avenge you.

You changed your direction to where Hop was. He was dusting off his shirt, fixing his hair until he noticed our gaze on him. "C'mere!!" You stood up carefully as Zamazenta followed your move, you're gonna get back at him right now, just incase Zamazenta doesn't avenge you.

Lucky for you, Hop is also ticklish, so two could play this game.

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Electricity

Request: Yes / No 

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John Murphy x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1766

Warnings: torture and that should be it

Y/N: Your Name 

Prompt(s): Get the same injuries as your soulmate does

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I survived the end of the world a few times now. My parents however, have not. I was left alone with my younger sister Madi, but she ended up running off and I lost her. I hoped with my heart that she was safe, but I couldn’t find her. I kept life the same incase she came back. 

I was laying in bed one night getting some rest and that’s when the nightmares hit. I couldn’t breath. Something was around my neck being tightened and I was clawing at my neck begging for air. Then it changed to my fingernails being ripped off, something slicing my skin open, and then being beaten badly. These were my soulmate’s injuries. Well, just a few. My parents explained it to both Madi and I when it first happened. When I couldn’t breath. Madi was so scared since we were just playing and she was just a toddler. I thought I was going to die, but it only lasted a couple minutes. Then when my soulmate was obviously tortured and that scared Madi even more. Now the world is over again and I haven’t gotten any new injuries. I was worried that my soulmate had died in the end, but I would have gotten injuries right? I would have died too, right? Doesn’t matter, I have Madi to worry about. I was out hunting when I heard something. I looked up in the sky and my eyes widened. A ship was coming down and landing in my village. No. No! I quickly went to the edge and watched them land. A lot of people walked out, more than I could handle. Then someone shot and killed some of these invaders. I looked to where the shot came from and my eyes widened. Madi was there with another woman. She looked to be around my age, maybe younger, hard to tell. The invaders started after them and I ran to follow them. I had to protect Madi. I watched as the woman placed Madi in a hole and covered her with leaves so they wouldn’t see her. The woman was hurt, she was shot. She ran, leaving Madi in the hole. I waited for the invaders to run after her and ran to Madi. 

“Madi!” I whispered as I moved the leaves and twigs. 

“Y/N? You’re okay!” She whispered back. 

“We need to go. Now.” I whispered and tried to pull her out. 

“No! They’ll kill us!” She whispered. 

“No, trust me. We know this land better than they do.” I said and we ran. 

“Follow me.” She said and led me her way. 

“Where are we going Madi?” I asked. 

“We have traps, follow me.” She said. They were running after us and I followed Madi. I stepped exactly where she stepped and noticed that there were traps, smart girl. Suddenly they stopped following us and we were safe. 

“Start explaining Madi.” I said and she sighed. 

“I got lost and couldn’t find my way back. Then Clarke found me. She’s kept me safe and she’s really nice. I’m sorry Y/N. I never meant to leave you alone.” She said with a few tears in her eyes. 

“It’s alright Madi. I’m just so happy you’re safe.” I said pulling her close to me. Night had fallen now and we saw yet another ship come down. 

“More intruders.” I whispered and grabbed my sword and spear. 

“Stay here.” I said. 

“No, I’m coming with you.” She said. 

“Madi, you’re staying here.” I said and she shook her head. 

“Please, let me come. I can help.” She said and I shook my head. 

“I’m not letting you get hurt!” I said. 

“I won’t, I’ll do everything you say I promise.” She said and I sighed. 

“Fine, but you stay close to me.” I said and she picked up a gun.  

“Clarke taught me.” She said and I nodded. I pushed her behind me and we made our way to the ship. We saw the people that took our village holding guns at the people that came down. So they’re not the same people. One of the men went to shoot four of the people, but I quickly took my spear and threw it at one of the guys, hitting him in the neck. Madi held her gun up and shot the others. 

“Madi!” I growled and grabbed her. 

“I told you to stay close!” I said, but she was looking past me. 

“Bellamy?” She asked and I looked back to see her staring at the guy in front. 

“Clarke knew you would come.” She said and pushed past me, walking closer to them. 

“Clarke’s alive?” He asked. 

“She’s in trouble. We have to go.” Madi said. 

“What about the others in the bunker?” The other guy asked. 

“Still there.” Madi answered and I was so lost. 

“What? No, no. how can that be?” Bellamy asked. 

“I’ll explain on the way.” She said and grabbed Bellamy. 

“Madi!” I growled and she stopped, looking at me. 

“Y/N, we need to go. Clarke needs-”

“I don’t give a damn what Clarke needs. You are going to explain who these people are, before I kill them.” I said holding my sword up, ready to fight. 

“They’re Clarke’s people, please Y/N we need to save her.” She begged and I narrowed my eyes. 

“They are her people. Not ours.” I said. 

“She saved me Y/N, please.” She begged and I stared at my sister. 

“Fine.” I said and pulled my sister away from Bellamy. 

“You stay near me this time.” I said and she nodded. She led me and the rest of the people to a truck. She was driving back to our village and Bellamy got out. 

“You heard what he said. We need to go.” I said and Madie drove off. 

“Explain now.” I said once we were safe. Madi explained everything that Clarke told her. 

“Oh, that’s all.” I said rolling my eyes. 

A day had passed and we were all hiding now. Madi was talking to Clarke’s people. She was very interested in what they had to say, she knew a lot about them. As night fell I started getting bruises on my face while we were watching the village.

“Y/N!” Madi whispered when I groaned in pain. 

“I’m fine.” I said. 

“But-” 

“Madi, I said I’m fine.” I said and she nodded, but still had worry swimming in her eyes. Someone ran out and the girl I learned was named Echo grabbed him and covered his mouth. 

“Don’t make any more noise.” She said and let him go. 

“Oh thank God. Raven knew you guys would be watching the camp. We gotta go. Now.” He said. Echo whistled and everyone walked out. 

“Where’s Raven?” Emori asked. 

“She’s still there.” He answered. 

“You left her? Why am I not surprised?” Emori said. 

“She made a deal to get me out. Listen-”

“Shock collar?” Monty asked and went to touch it. 

“Trust me. I wouldn’t do that.” He said and grabbed his arm. 

“What about Abby and Kane? We saw them being led off the ship? Harper asked. 

“You did?” He asked confused. 

“That means Bellamy got the bunker open. Did he not come back?” Echo asked. 

“What about Clarke?” Madi asked, stepping forward. 

“Madi.” I hissed and moved behind her. 

“Who’s the Hobbit and chick? You know what? Never mind. We just gotta get a warning to Bellamy before they fire their missiles.” He said. 

“Missiles?” Monty asked, shocked. I knew I shouldn’t have trusted these people… 

“Yeah, as in fiery death from above. Raven said that we need to get into radio range. Where’s the rover?” He asked. 

“Bear cave. I’ll drive.” Madi said and stared off. 

“Don’t worry. The bears are gone.” She said and I sighed. 

“Damit Madi.” I said and we followed her. We got in the car and the new guy who Madi told me was John Murphy was trying to reach Bellamy on the radio. 

“What?” John asked when Madi kept looking at him. 

“Thought you’d be funnier.” She said. 

“Clarke told her stories.” Monty said. 

“Oh really? Was I the dashing hero who got the girl?” He asked. 

“Or the selsigh fool who lost her?” Emori asked. Suppose they’re soulmates, or their soulmates are dead and they just got together. 

“Octavia’s my favorite. I mean, no offense. Clarke said she wouldn’t have made it without each one of you.” Madi said and I rolled my eyes. 

“We wouldn’t have made it without her.” Echo said. 

“Not even close.” Harper agreed. 

“You shouldn’t have known about any of this if you just-” I cut myself off with a scream. Pain seared my neck and I didn’t even notice that John was having the same problem. 

“Y/N!” Madi shouted and grabbed my hand. 

“I-I’m alright.” I said breathing heavily. 

“Oh my God. You two are soulmates!” Madi said with wide eyes. 

“We have to stop those missiles.” Echo said when I tuned back into their conversation. John opened the door, ready to get out. 

“What are you doing?” Monty asked. 

“What I have to do, okay? Echo’s right. Just leave me behind.” John answered. 

“No way. If it has a tether, it’ll have a tracker too. They’re probably on their way right now.” Monty said. 

“That means you gotta go.” He said and got out of the car. 

“Go. Before our friends explode.” He said. 

“I’ll stay.” I said. 

“Y/N no!” Madi said. 

“Listen to me Madi. If I go with you you’ll see horrible things happen to me again. Do you remember when you saw I couldn’t breath or the torture I went through?” I asked and she nodded with tears pricking her eyes. 

“I’m not putting you through that fear again. You stay with them and as soon as you see Clarke you stick to her, promise me.” I said and she nodded. 

“I promise.” She said and I kissed her head. 

“We’ll see each other again.” I whispered and got out. Emori followed me out too. 

“I can help.” She whispered and I nodded. John looked over and saw us. 

“Come on.” Emori sighed. 

“What are you doing here?” He asked me. 

“Turns out you’re my soulmate and I’m not putting Madi through seeing me be hurt because of you again.” I said with a small smirk. 

“Soulmate huh?” He said with a smirk. 

“Unless you enjoy hurting me, I suggest we go.” I said and hurried after Emori. 

“Whatever you say.” He said following behind me. 

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