#say that you weren't worried but a friend of yours (me) is really concerned due to their own experience!

[kla1991]

Excellent jokes and also! For everyone who relates to this and hasn't mentioned it to a doctor: I would really suggest you do so if you can!

I have whay my doc calls "floating kneecaps," meaning they're flat on the back instead of curved, so they don't settle into the joint properly. This makes the joints very unstable, and they sometimes kick backward or to the side--less so now that I've been doing PT.

Because of this condition, I've dislocated both of my kneecaps. One was a minor pop to the side and then right back, and I iced it and took it easy for a couple days. The other was a major dislocation that I had to go to the ER for.

It's the one I didn't get medical attention for, the one that seemed so minor, that still hurts and gives out 15 years later. Again, PT has helped stabilize it, and the pain and anxiety I had about it before PT could have been avoided if I'd sought treatment sooner.

joints will see you taking a step & be like "i bet i could improve on this with my Cool New Trick." & theyre wrong

[jazjelspen]

leaving on wild charted waters [pt.3]

(what if our mc just got tired of Night Raven College and it's inhabitants?)

(how would some of our NRC students react to this?...)

(includes each house leader +ace and deuce! as requested!<3)

(also includes lots of angst!/mention of blood but not a lot/ angst angst angst angst angst--/not proofread/may be ooc and inconsistent in some places(in both the second part and this part) my apologies!! T-T/mention of book7 overblot/did I mention angst?)

it's been over two weeks now, two weeks in RSA.

so far you've met the headmaster of the school, Ambrose LXIII, with the guidance of Rielle. the headmaster understood your circumstances and talked to you about how he'll try his best to find a way back home for you, and to ease up any of your doubts and concerns he even said he'll promptly ask a student to hand you a report from him of any progress he's made to ensure a safe passage back home for you!

even without having to be an official student or enroll they let you stay in the same dorm as Rielle with your own dorm room as a temporary stay here... and your dorm room was actually nice and well set up! like a hotel room... you were relieved you didn't have to worry about the ceiling cracking and falling on your face for the rest of your nights here.

and to your amazement the headmaster kept his word, unlike Crowley. any report of progress was mostly driven by research but he did mention a lot of Twisted Wonderland's history to connect to any potential gateways back to your world... and this felt way better than whatever Crowley was doing so it was like a breath of fresh air.

finally for the first time ever you've been able to feel like you’re several steps closer to seeing your friends and family back home!... every time you'd think about it you'd get goosebumps of excitement.

during these past few days you've met an enormous amount of friends! most of them being Rielle's while others were outside of the inner social circle but still all of them were friendly or just got along in some way or form, it seemed almost magical. aside from Rielle one of your other closest friends was this boy of green eyes and long, and I mean long blonde hair that usually either dragged behind him or was in a huge braid, he was actually the one who healed your broken arm and wounds with his magical healing powers from his hair! and now you're able to be more active again!

Raps is his name, and he was usually always called upon and under strict supervision by his father whom was a professor there... but you weren't sure if they are related by blood or not since the professor had dark black curls and grey eyes rather than the yellow haired boy's more bright features, but you never really bothered to ask or wonder much. in the end you two got along well and actually had a bit in common! mostly due to the fact that you both can relate to the feeling of being trapped, restrained.

in the end you absolutely loved your temporary stay here so far, you hoped no overblots would ruin your experience... so you never really let your guard down but nonetheless it was relaxing.

we wouldn't be able to say the same for Night Raven College and everyone you left behind though!

Meanwhile in Night Raven College....

it was after classes ended on this cold and grey day when five particular freshmen and a student robot of NRC have been grouping up after school for the past week for one particular reason only...

"where could they be?? we've searched everywhere! the halls, the classrooms, the garden, forest, the shore... it's like they disappeared from thin air!" exclaimed the ace, Ace Trappola to be exact.

"we've looked everywhere Ace, what also irks me is that even Vil has been harsher on the entire dorm since they disappeared." the apple of the group, Epel Felmier, sighed in frustration on the brink of snapping.

"...but could they have been taken, kidnapped?... I'm sure Grim would've heard of any struggle but we haven't even heard from the cat." spoke the wolf of the group, Jack Howl.

"no.. Grim has been avoiding us like the plague and even managed to sneak away from us several times. not sure where he could be hiding now aside from the old ramshackle dorm but-- even yet he always manages to slip through our hands!..." the spade spoke worryingly, Deuce Spade was deeply concerned for your safety and confused over Grim's actions.

"that human!! they've been driving the young master mad! all he's been talking about is where they could be and if they are alright!!... and every time I come back to him it's like the sky and his excellence himself just keeps getting worse and worse!.." the loudest knight of Malleus Draconia, Sebek Zigvolt, exclaimed loudly with worry for both the prefect and his young master... but more worried about the young master's train of thought with how worse the clouds have been getting with the most terrible rain and thunder when each day goes by.

"my big brother hasn't been sleeping at all.. way worse than when he has his game marathons. he's constantly looking for any digital footprint they could've left or even trying to hack into their location but it always overrides somehow... it always says that the device is dead or nonexistent." the younger of the shroud brothers, Ortho Shroud, is seen stressing over you and his big brother, Idia Shroud. "with the amount of information my big brother has been trying to look through it could possibly even make me short circuit."

the entire group was at a frustrating dead end for any clue of your disappearance aside from all your everyday items being left behind and your last known scent to be in the ramshackle dorm and at the very edge of the sea. other than that no one has much of a clue.

well they have been hearing from students that a ship appeared as quickly as it disappeared in the night/very early morning before anyone was up, and that one rumor caused other different kinds of rumors to spread like wildfire. some say you were abducted by pirates, stolen by mischievous pixies, suddenly teleported back into your world without warning, or even... that you have finally left on your own. everyone acknowledged the rumors but they didn't want to think about the reality, the cold hard truth, that you really could've left.

if only they knew how terrible their house leaders took it too.

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(requested characters)

Ace: the ace, one of the first people you've met. he's always been a funny and childish friend, sometimes he made you laugh and cry of joy from his terrible yet funny jokes and antics while other times said antics would get you in trouble. he didn't want to accept that he could be part of the reason why you're gone, which is why he tried to convince himself and everyone else around that you were taken instead of leaving voluntarily... he wouldn't be able to handle the guilt and heartbreak to accept that you truly left. he loved you, he truly cared for you and your well-being-- he knew he had a hard time to express these feelings but you were his best friend! of course he cared for your health! but... he couldn't handle the fact that maybe just maybe... he wasn't there for you enough to stay with them a little longer.

he could still remember the first day that you were gone, you weren't in any of your classes-- the teachers didn't even call your name when taking attendance anymore. it was utterly bizarre. Grim was still in his classes yet he sat far away from any students that knew you and disappeared after every class ended.. it was as if he was hiding something. and he was, but Ace and Deuce had no idea what it could be aside that they knew it was about you.

in the end, Ace is left heartbroken knowing that he didn't make sure to do enough to help you even when you asked for it from them. he knew that all he and deuce gave you was pure and utter trouble.

and he couldn't accept the fact, so now here he is having his friends look for you when he knew that you were long gone without even saying goodbye.

Deuce: the spade, one of the first people you've met alongside the ace, a passionate yet slow boy with a heart of gold. as much as he cared for you too the way Ace did he knew that even he wasn't helping either. he knew they should've done more or at least what you asked of them. but now you're gone, and just like Ace it seems as if he too is in denial about their part in your disappearance. he truly wants to believe that you didn't leave on your own even if all evidence was starting to slowly point to that possibility.

unlike Ace though, he seemed to be accepting it faster than him. he still followed along with the story that you were taken but he knew that after all the trouble, all the overblots, all your injuries-- he knew you just couldn't handle it anymore. after all it was clearly written on your face the day when you awoke from losing consciousness in the last overblot that you were ready to move on and make proper progress to get home.

he just...truly wishes that at least wherever you are that you are at least taking care of yourself with more helpful and reliable friends by your side, something he knew that he and Ace weren't able to do.

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(your dorm leaders)

Riddle

inside of the dorm with pampered red roses adorning every corner was the queen of hearts of the Heartslabyul dorm completely and utterly tearing his dorm room into shreds in pure red rage. 

Riddle Rosehearts was fuming, heartbroken, and betrayed on so many levels that he hasn't felt in a good while. hearing from Cater and Trey about your disappearance and then hearing from other of his dorm students about the ship that sailed here as quickly as it left in the late hours of the night/very early hours of the morning.

he immediately assumed that you were kidnapped and in danger! he even marched to the headmaster's office to report your disappearance with other dorm leaders!... well actually-- surprisingly they all came at the same time without planning. but in the end when approaching Crowley with this question of 'where is the prefect?', the headmaster was calm, horrifyingly calm, and said a phrase that shook him on many levels with his fellow dorm leaders beside him.

"they parted ways with us to find other opportunities at finding their home! they felt too bad to tell you all so they just left."

"but they will be coming back to say goodbye before they go back home-- if they find a way back home... right?" spoke the leader of Ignihyde, for the first time out of his room.

"unlikely!" exclaimed the headmaster with a smile.

that one first phrase that headmaster Crowley told them was all that he needed to hear, in the moment of processing what he's heard everything was basically fading away as he also slowly but quickly ran back to his dorm room, in tears.

he was so angry, so furious, so emotional, so... he felt as if his own heart had been grabbed and thrown out of his chest. 'why couldn't you at least say goodbye??' he'd think.

he has never thrown so many books, ripped up so many letters he's written for you from himself that he never dared to send or give, and cut up then stepped on so many bouquets of roses in his room with your name on the tags.

wait...

oh, those roses. 

he stopped dead in his tracks with tears streaming down his face as he pathetically dropped down to his knees at the sight of all the five sad 'bouquets' of fresh red roses he planned to give you, now all had their petals and stems broken, torn, shredded, and crushed.

he then realized he didn't have his gloves on anymore... his palms had small yet prominent holes that were dripping red, red as the roses he destroyed. seems like the roses had thorns. 

ahh..he remembers now... 

those roses were meant just for you. 

Leona:

"what do you mean you still haven't found the herbivore yet?..." spoke the ruthless Kingscholar lion of Savannaclaw in a low yet snarly tone "I doubt they could've swam themselves out of here with waters like the ones this place has anyway. you all are likely not even looking right." he huffed as he closed his eyes with his body on the ground of the botanical garden facing away from the hyena gasping for air due to all the running that he had to do to bring the news to Leona.

Ruggie took a few deep breathes and quick pants before speaking "...we've already got twelve other students including the Ignihyde dorm leader's younger brother and the vice-dorm leader of Pomefiore, a robot and a hunter, looking around and no one's found them! Howl already tried to sniff them out and all we came up with was nothing much but just a faint smell of them from the shore." he huffed and panted in exhaustion.

Leona just scoffed "as I mentioned before, you're all still probably not looking in the right places."

Ruggie tried to intercept but knew that even if he did it'd be fruitless and gain nothing from trying to correct Leona, yet he was frustrated too and wanted to know where you could be as well.

but unlike the freshmen at least Ruggie has been starting to accept the possibility that you really have left, forever. Ruggie was about to turn and leave to continue the search and try to sniff out any information from other students until---

"Bucchi." Leona broke the short silence with a throaty command for his attention which he certainly achieved with both of Ruggie's ears poking up to hear his next set of words.

"keep participating in the search for the prefect. If all continues to come up dry, then I'll just have to take this into my own hands."

and this time without trying to speak a single word back he nodded with a quick and stern 'mhm' before scurrying off to help the rest of the students. once the hyena was gone Leona then had his eyes look up through one of the many windows in the garden that are presenting the sky's ever growing storm. oh how much he was longing for you.

he could still remember as if it was yesterday, when Crowley told all of the house leaders the news after they all abruptly showed up at the same time.

"they parted ways with us to find other opportunities at finding their home!"

that phrase.. he remembered how taken aback he was.

Leona slammed his fists on the headmaster's table "parted. ways?? as in they left NRC?!" a low growl came from inside his throat as Headmaster Crowley contained his eerily calm smile on his face.

"Sir Kingscholar I must insist you to control your temper." he spoke in his usual annoying and irritating voice "It's what they decided and were set on, end of story."

Leona couldn't remember much else after that blow out since all he did right after that was back away and stayed stuck in his thoughts until finally he just left the room suddenly. He didn't listen to any conversations that happened after that since all he could think was 'why not at least say goodbye?'

he finished recounting the moment before he mumbled to himself "I still have too much to say to you.",

but really he hoped that somehow somewhere you could still hear him. even if you probably left them for good.

Azul:

The sea witch of the Octavinelle dorm was pacing back and forth in every corner across his office in the Mostro Lounge. He's tried his best to squeeze out any information out of any of his dorm students or employees about the prefect with the help of his left and right hand eels ,Jade and Floyd Leech, with Floyd being the most productive yet not catching much information aside from the students he's squeezed the air out of exclaiming about some ship that has left in the midst of the night way pass midnight but too early to be morning. It intrigued all three yet it made our octopus pop a few nerves with how panicky he's been.

when he first heard this rumor it made him run to the headmaster's office with the immense fear that you could've been taken. he could remember his glasses slipping off at every bounce he made with each step of his run. he could remember the moment he opened the door to the headmaster's office along with the sudden appearance of all of his fellow house leaders in the same room..(excluding Malleus as usual) he could still feel the sweat dripping down his face, the crazy and misplaced strands of hair from his usual look, his glasses lopsided, and the scarf of his uniform threatening to fall off his shoulder-- of course he attempted to fix every one of these details on the spot to look somewhat presentable.

yet the answer he got from the headmaster was nothing short of soul-crushing for him. he asked a continuous amounts of questions as to why and how but all were dodged by the headmaster and answered with a short,

"it's just what they decided."

now he's just back into his office now diving head first into his work and school. much to his dismay it only kept him distracted for a temporary amount of time and in the dark of night under his covers all he could think about is you, just you.

he truly wished he could've been a part of your world.

Kalim:

the generous sultan of the Scarabia dorm was sulking in his room with his friend Jamil sitting by his side. Kalim was heartbroken over your disappearance and he remembers how worried sick he was at first. he like many assumed you were kidnapped and he was even waiting for some kind of ransom note to appear and he would've paid full price and more... but when he and other dorm leaders came to talk their concerns all they got was the news that you left voluntarily.

he was one of very few that felt that in their hearts you'd come back. one way or another Kalim felt in his broken heart that you'd appear as suddenly as you disappeared and unlike other dorm leaders he wouldn't put it against you to the slightest. he wouldn't hold grudges or be mad at you if you ever came back, in fact he understood why you'd leave and he was all up for making everything ten times better than before just so you'd never leave him again.

"you have to be realistic here, Kalim. for all we know maybe they found a way home faster than they did here, or they found a place where they don't have to worry about the next overblot or what their next meal will be." Jamil tried to be straightforward and blunt with Kalim, he didn't want him to have hope that you'd come back and then actually never coming back. "we don't know and may never know unless some kind of obvious sign shows that they will actually come back... but just don't keep your hopes up. for your sake." Jamil stood up from the edge of the bed to walk towards the exit of the room "I'll be back, I have to make dinner so you won't go to sleep starving."

With Jamil leaving Kalim then jumped out of his bed to open his window, the sky still not clear of the grey clouds and still not dark enough for the second star of the right to show up but still hoped that his message would still be received by the wishing star.

the platinum blonde boy held his hands together under his lips "please please please please.. please.." Kalim mumbled, wishing with all his heart.

"please, may _____ be safe, sound, and happy... wherever they are.."

Vil:

in the dorm of the fairest queen was the dorm leader watching from up above behind the tallest window of his room. clenching both of the red velvet curtains in his hands as he watched a group of freshman and a robot, including one of his own, group up and talk hectically and stressfully to each other. Vil Schoenheit knew very well why this particular group of students were talking in such an exaggerating manner, after all... with what Rook has told him and what he's heard from various students around the school it was most definitely about you.

as collected and uncaring as he tried to seem right now he could definitely feel worry and a kind of anger bubble up inside him. 

'could you really have left?' he thinks.

remembering what the headmaster said and all the bits of evidence he and Rook have picked up it seemed that it was certainly the case.

"they parted ways with us to find other opportunities at finding their home! they felt too bad to tell you all so they just left." spoke the headmaster.

you really did leave without saying goodbye.

he couldn't completely blame you, as silent and busy as he was he obviously knew that his and the rest of the overblots and people that surrounded you were bringing you down. it's why he invited you at times for make-overs, spa days, and everything in between to at least brighten up your spirits whenever he could.

"I suppose all of that wasn't enough for you." Vil mumbled to himself as he aggressively thrashed both curtains he held in each hand inward to close off the view of the storm clouds from the sky, to stop those clouds from taunting him any longer.

that and because he couldn't let anyone from out his window see the mascara dripping down his face.

"Roi de Poison?..." his hunter spoke in a calm and hesitant voice, noting that this isn't exactly the time to try to make conversation.

and he was right "Rook!--" Vil seemed to have jumped, immediately yet carefully wiping his mascara-filled tears with a handkerchief on him. "what is so important that you had to come in without knocking??" he exclaimed as he has yet to face his hunter.

"Roi de Posion... there is something your eyes must see to believe." he seemed to take out his phone with an image on his screen.

"Well get on with it then!" Vil exclaimed before he finally turned to face Rook in dramatic motion, eyes still a bit bloodshot even from the few tears he had.

Rook carefully approached Vil, phone in hand, once he took one last look on the screen to make sure it showed what he wanted to show the hunter then finally faced the screen towards his dorm leader with hesitance.

it was a Magicam account, someone's most recent post...from yesterday..

it was Neige.

but.. wait... that person by his side.. it couldn't be--

why were you in Neige's Magicam post?

Idia:

dorm leader of the underworld Ignihyde, has not been sleeping as much as he should be. of course he's never slept well in the first place but it's just been getting worse since the ramshackle prefect has left.

currently Idia Shroud was looking for any digital footprints he could find, trying to track your location, trying to figure out where you could be. in the end it was all for naught since for the past week or two he's found nothing and basically has given up at this point.

he leaned back against his gaming chair and with a sigh of disappointment, he didn't want to accept what Crowley told all of the house leaders in his office. he knew that there's some kind of trace of you out there somewhere, he felt like it was up to him to find the person who bothered to give him the time of day and attention that he'd never thought he'd get.

the light from his screens were causing his eyes to become dry and almost bloodshot, each blink hurting his mind and his focus. that was until a notification came from his phone.

that's strange.. no one ever sends him messages unless it's in game.

he grabbed his phone beside his keyboard to read the message. how odd, it was from the noob Rook Hunt. what would the vice-dorm leader of Pomefiore want anything with him? nonetheless Idia was slightly intrigued yet annoyed, he pressed on the notification to lead him straight to the new chat with the hunter, it said:

"Roi de Ta Chambre, I do hope this finds you well. A little bird told me that you too have been wondering about the safety and whereabouts of our beloved missing prefect. I may have the answer to your worries here."

below the message was a link to a Magicam post under the name of Neige Leblanc. he's heard of the name but was never interested in the petty and do-gooder lives of any of the RSA students. he cautiously pressed on the link to show a photo, a photo of said Neige Leblanc posing with a familiar face... a familiar face that he now wished he didn't see.

it was you, you were with an RSA student...

"tch..." Idia grumbled as he threw his phone back on his desk before he stepped back out of his chair and walked over to his bed "why did i even bother."

he fell face first into his bed and hugged one of his long yet soft pillows tightly, tears quietly falling down on their own slowly, he didn't dare make a sound in case Ortho would come barging in. he continued to cry quietly now acknowleging that you truly did leave without a goodbye, and left with RSA students no less, and with how you treated him before you left-- he dreamed that he might've had a chance with you.

but he should've known, dreams are for rookies.

Malleus:

the dragon prince of Diasomnia was a strange case, unlike every one of his fellow dorm leaders he actually knew that you left by ship. where to though he had no clue.

he remembers that he came to visit you at late hours of the night at the ramshackle dorm like he usually does except he saw you sneak out with nothing but Grim on your back. he followed you walking down to the shore to see a large ship awaiting for a passenger and what shook him a bit more was that the headmaster was there beside the ship, expecting... you. Malleus watched in confusion as you gave your beloved fiery feline a huge and long hug and some shared words with the headmaster. he was about to teleport himself right in front of you when he saw you walk up the gangplank of the ship to hop aboard but he stopped himself when he remembered about your cast.

ahh yes, how could he forget. he gave you the broken arm, the cuts and wounds, he gave them all to you when he overblotted. he knew that you said you had a chance of going back home but he didn't think it'd have you to go by ship.. and without saying goodbye.

in the end he just watched you and the ship disappear, watched Grim slowly walk back to ramshackle, and watched the headmaster disappear on the spot.

for the next few days that passed he's been mourning the loss of your presence, he's almost casted spells to take himself to you-- to retrieve you and hide you in a tower with nothing but him to protect you... to right all the wrongs he's made. he'd bring you fresh flowers every day and make sure to keep you healthy and happy, he'd do anything to have you back.

but he should've held back, every other person who's overblot you had to deal with should've held back. the headmaster should've done his job. then maybe just maybe you would've been able to be in his arms that night when you left.

in the end he was the only one who didn't ever visit the headmaster for any information about you. he had no reason after all he saw you leave.

after he gets a grip on himself though, he will confront Headmaster Crowley for any information as to 'why' he let you leave.

right now all he could ask is why... why why??.. the more he felt stuck in his thoughts the more the storm outside worsened. at this point everyone could see how he's feeling, his entourage of three tried their best to comfort him but it was no use. the prince of thorns was stuck sulking, and he didn't know how else to stop unless you were back into his arms.

he's also been taking way too many naps now, strange to his three knights yet he knew he did this because every time in every one of his dreams he had you in his arms and walked beside you. he had you all to himself in his dreams.

he saw that this was a better solution than being awake.

(THIS IS SUPER LONG and I might've messed up here and there T-T hope it broke a few hearts tho! I tried my very best in each one of their reactions!<3)

[slayfics]

Explosive Tendencies a slow burn fan fiction about the readers developing relationship with Katsuki Bakugo.

Chapter Twenty: Planning for the School Festival.

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After Mina dragged you out of Katsuki's room and forced you into what she called "girl's study night" a screaming match ensued between you and her.

She insisted you explain why you went "crawling back" to Katsuki when he didn't even apologize.

You kept telling her that's not how things happened, but she wasn't satisfied. To be fair you weren't giving her the whole story. But- how could you?

Katsuki had come to you confidently to vent about the guilt he had been carrying around due to All Might losing his power. Katsuki assumed it was all his fault for getting kidnapped and had been carrying that weight around all this time.

You weren't about to break his trust and out his vulnerability to all the girls in the class.

Why couldn't Mina just trust you had a good reason to be friends with him again?

"Listen, I get you have a big crush on him but- that doesn't make it ok for you to let him treat you like garbage!" Mina yelled. You felt your face become hot as the rest of the girl's mouths had dropped open. What happened to Mina waiting for you to be ready to say that? This fight was really all it took for her to expose you in front of the rest of the girls? You felt your hands begin to shake with anger.

"I don't know why you're so invested in this Ashido! Is it because you're jealous?! You're the one who's been obsessed with who likes who and going around saying you want to fall in love someday! Why do you even care what I do? It doesn't concern you!" You yelled

Mina stood stunned by your words for a moment before defeatedly exclaiming, "You're right- it doesn't concern me," and walking away.

You two hadn't talked since.

She kept her distance from you in classes and training, and in the common room you could feel her staring daggers at you any time you were near Katsuki.

You tried to brush it off and stay focused on your work, but it became increasingly annoying to feel her negative energy around you every day.

The next day in class Aizawa announced that the School Festival would be occurring as it does every year, and your class needed to choose an event to put on.

The class erupted with ideas and arguments about ideas that never reached a conclusion. Aizawa had told your class that if you didn't have an idea by morning you would be going with his idea of a public lecture.

After class, almost everyone hung around in the common room to discuss ideas. Katsuki walked past everyone discussing and said he was going to sleep.

You looked around and made eye contact with Mina who was giving you a nasty glare. You let out a sigh and followed after Katsuki.

"Tch- following me?" he asked as you stepped into the elevator with him.

"I'm not trying to stay down here with Ashido giving me side eye all night. Besides you heard them in class. They didn't care for our ideas anyway," You responded as Katsuki pressed the elevator button to the fourth floor.

Katsuki grunted in agreement. "Whatever they choose is going to be lame as hell anyway, and I don't give a fuck. I've got enough to deal with from the supplement classes for the provisional license," he said as you both made your way into his dorm.

He sat on his bed, and you sat on his rolling chair.

"How have those been anyway?" You asked, trying to keep the worry out of your voice. You knew it had to be a lot, juggling those classes on top of everything else in the hero courses at U.A. 

"I'm fine- you don't need to ask," Katsuki said then looked away from you glaring at the floor as he contemplated. " You and Raccoon Eyes still haven't talked since that day?" he asked.

Katsuki wasn't dumb, he knew Mina was upset at you because from her perspective it looked like he had ignored you for three days then seemingly came back with no explanation. He knew you didn't tell Mina the truth- how he had cried like a damn baby to you that night shortly after his fight with Deku. He was grateful you didn't- but also felt guilty for putting a wedge in your friendship with Mina.

"No," you answered. "But I don't give a damn, she's just an extra anyway, right?" You teased.

Katsuki let out an amused huff. He knew you were lying. Of course, you cared. He noticed Mina was the only other person in the class you had gotten close to besides him and Eijiro.

"Yeah," he said still staring at the floor. If he could have, he would have thanked you for keeping his privacy and he would have apologized for rupturing your friendship, but... he just couldn't. So instead- "You want to get working on one of the dumb assignments we have due soon?"

"Yeah," You smiled at him excited for the invitation to work with him.

Katsuki glanced at your smile before making his way to grab his study materials. You were always so happy to be around him even when he knew he had to be a miserable company. It didn't make sense to him- but... he didn't hate it.

You two worked on your assignment until Katsuki declared it was getting too late. You looked at your phone and rolled your eyes.

"Still on grandpa time, huh?" you teased.

"Hey! I have a good sleep schedule and I need it with all this extra work alright!" He barked.

"I know I know- I'm just messing with you," you said and began to pack up your study supplies.

Katsuki eyed you putting your stuff away for a moment and then laid down on his bed stretching out.

You swung your backpack on your back, "Get some rest then Grandpa," you said playfully at him.

"Hm?" He said eyeing you. "You- don't have to leave," he said.

You froze and stared at him, returning his gaze. He was asking you to stay?

You dropped your backpack and sat back down on his rolling chair eyeing him curiously.

"You comfortable over there?" He asked.

"Uh-," You mumbled unsure of how to answer. You were unsure what he was trying to get at?

"You fell asleep over here before brat- you can make yourself more comfortable," he said in response to your quizzical look.

You felt your breath catch in your throat. Was he asking you to join him on the bed?

You moved slowly as you sat on the bed awkwardly.

Katsuki scoffed, "So- what stupid event do you think those extras are going to choose?"

"No idea- but if they choose Kaminari's maid cafe, I will be murdering someone," You responded laughing.

"Hm- too bad you wouldn't look bad in a maid outfit," Katsuki said laughing.

A bright blush illuminated your face.

"Oh shit- relax I'm just kidding, no need to turn into a damn tomato," he said laughing again.

You tried to brush off your reaction and turned away to hide your face. "Hey- you sure you want me in here much longer?" You asked.

"The hell do you mean? Would have told you to get the fuck out if I didn't," Katsuki said.

"It's just- I don't know- I'm sure you heard."

"Heard what?" He asked.

"Some of those rumors that spread around when Ashido pulled that stunt and dragged me out of your room when I tried to hide from her in the restroom," You explained After that night when the boys had seen your fight with Ashido, someone had run with some assumptions of why you were hiding in Katsuki's room.

"Oh," Katsuki exclaimed now understanding. "Look you can go if you want. Those extras are nosy as hell and need to mind their damn business. But- I don't give a damn about what any of them have to say so-," Katsuki said.

He was never good at words, so he couldn't just simply say he liked your company and didn't want you to leave. Especially now that you brought up those rumors he heard. He didn't want to feel like he was forcing you to stay.

"Just go if you're uncomfortable," He concluded.

"No! I- I don't care either... I just- whatever it doesn't matter," you said deciding to leave the conversation alone.

To Katsuki's surprise, you laid down next to him, "Ok- so who had the worst idea of an event?" You asked.

Katsuki let out an amused laugh, "Iida, who the fuck would come to a history lesson?!"

You laughed at his response, and the two of you talked until you had both dosed off into sleep.

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Just wanted to thank you all for reading and update you that there are 4 more chapters left!

[freyarabbit]

◇"Feeling bold today, are we...?"◇

[~Megumi Fushiguro x Reader fic, Megumi and Reader are 21, Nsfw✞,consumptipn of alcohol by reader, loss of virginity, swearing~]

Bla bla bla, it was all you heard. Not because you couldn't care enough to hear what your friends were saying, but because you couldn't. You couldn't understand what they were saying properly, it all just felt like a blur.

You'd drunk alcohol for the first time today, after falling victim to peer pressure, in disbelief that you drank alcohol before losing your virginity. It felt quiet embarrassing, really.

You truly liked all your friends, but their voices were getting unbelievably frustrating. Wanting to just be picked up from this shitty place and be taken in your comfy bed, you promised yourself to never drink so carelessly again, because this was agonizing.

Megumi was patiently waiting for you outside in his car. Before you'd left, you told him to come to pick you up at 8 pm sharp...but he'd been here for almost 40 minutes now. He didn't feel angry, he felt concerned and worried.

He wouldn't describe the place as crowded, but the amount of people was more than what he was comfortable with, as that made it difficult to find you.

He didn't want to barge inside the building without your permission, but by now he felt as if he had no choice. Figuring that you'd understand, he put his phone inside his pocket and entered inside, slowly opening the door as the excruciatingly loud music hit his ears.

Uncomfortably making his way deeper in the house party, even having had his way blocked by a few flirty girls who hit on him. He didn't pay mind to that however, way too focused on finding you.

He towered over most people, making it easier for him to spot you. You were sitting on a couch looking tired and drowsy, as the people around you gossiped and laughed, not even bothering to ask you if you were okay.

His brows furrowed, jaw clenching as he walked up to you. Your friends quickly turned their heads, going quiet.

He quickly pushed your hair out of your face, instinctively checking the temperature of your forehead, just in case if you were sick, since your face was burning up.

He was worried you had a fever, but his eyes spotted the alcohol lying messily on the table.

Sighing, his heart was put a little more at ease, though he felt a little annoyed at how careless you were. He noticed how you probably weren't up for walking around, for which he had a pretty simple solution. Picking you up and carrying you back out.

Gently lifting you, he threw you over his shoulder, walking all the way back with no problem, as everyone stared at you both, some in awe, some in jealousy and others in concern.

After walking out, he placed you on the passenger's seat as if you were a delicate flower. You were still conscious, of course. And your boyfriend having lifted you like that, made you a little more aware of your surroundings as your eye lids fluttered open wider, staring at him getting onto the driver's seat with a mildly annoyed expression, his hands gripping the steering wheel.

God, you felt embarrassed at how turned on you felt all of a sudden. It should be considered completely natural, because both of you were already dating and he was an attractive man. But the problem was, you'd never had sex with him or anyone up until now before.

You knew that tons of people would probably call you dumb or stupid for that, for how you haven't even done any sexual activities with a boyfriend this hot, despite having been together for quite a long time. But it's just that you haven't felt ready for it...right now being an exception.

"Why are you staring at me like that?"

He asked without turning his head towards you, catching you off guard.

"Ah- uh well...mmm- there was nothing else...to look at so-"

You desperately hoped he didn't realize that you were practically drooling over him. But that hope was quite small due to how observant your dear lover is.

"Since you're talking now, would you mind explaining to me why the hell you were so careless with something like alcohol?"

"I... I fell for...p-peer pressure..."

"I really didn't expect this kind of behavior from you. Do you know what you risk whenever you get yourself in such a vulnerable position in a place filled with people you don't even know?"

You just listened quietly, body trembling at how good his angry voice sounded, as your body shamelessly pooled heat to your lower stomach while he lectured you. It felt like getting butterflies but so much more dirtier...

Upon reaching home, Megumi's gentle behavior continued, despite him being upset with you.

As he entered you both's shared home, you were at your limit. You couldn't resist anymore, as you kissed and bit his neck while still being in his hold.

He opened the car door for you, helping you come out. Even picking you up again when he realized that you still had difficulty standing.

His eyes had widened, as he understood how you felt. The alcohol must've really made you feel like this. Your hands were running all over him and he wanted to give you that affection back, but he knew it will go alot further and didn't want to do this while you were still drunk. Feeling as if he'd be taking advantage of you if he did.

Suppressing his urges, he pressed on without saying anything, placing you down onto the couch. But as he tried letting you go, you only clinged on to him tighter, unwilling to let go.

He groaned, "Baby...what do you need?"

"Need you, gumiii-..."

Holy shit, he'd never heard you speak in this voice.

"No- baby, you're drunk right now, I can't...do that..." it was getting considerably harder for him to resist you when you kept persuading him like this.

"Please please please...I'm ready- and I'll be okay as long as- it's with you-..."

That was it, the last straw.

He swiftly kisses you, feeling even more turned on as you tried reciprocating with the same energy.

Pushing his hands up your skimpy little top, massaging your adorable breasts. He felt like ravaging you right now, but chose to savour it instead, knowing that you're still a virgin.

Pushing your legs apart from each other, he slid your panties to the side. You were a virgin, yeah, but sure knew how to dress like a slut.

He was about to give you foreplay, but surprise washed over him as he saw how wet you already were.

Your eyes widened in surprise at the discovery he'd made. As you looked away, embarrassed.

"So, this is what was going on when I was scolding you in the car, isn't it?"

"You like it when I'm mean to you, don't you?"

You didn't have time to respond, as he began pushing his fat cock inside of your small little tight hole. Looking down at it, you couldn't even believe that was going inside you, all of it.

You whimpered as it went deeper into you, making you feel like alot weaker than you are.

Your breath hitched as he stuffed himself inside you, groaning at how your walls squeezed his dick. He'd never felt this good fucking anyone before, and he'd literally just begun with you.

Your mewls and moans only turned him on more as he licked up your tears, kissing your lower lip while your mouth remained open, calling out his name.

He wasn't even fucking into you that fast, and you were already a mess under him. The small streaks of blood on his cock, and some leaking out of your little pussy, it make a smile creep up on his face. You were really his now.

Your moans turned into screaming, nearing your first ever real orgasm, as he was about to have the best one in his life.

"Me-megumi!!"

That was it, the way you screamed out his name, he came inside you, filling you up to the brim, as you tried catching your breath.

He pulled out of you, slowly, making your already sensitive insides ache, causing a mixture of cum and blood to leak out of you.

God, was this a sight to behold.

You looked so pretty, still, as you let out sighs, breathing heavily.

He pulled you up by the back of your head, offering you a glass of water, before speaking up

"Did it feel good, honey?"

"Mm-...mhm"

[Not proofread yet]

"Alright, let's get you cleaned up then."

[rems-writing]

The rulers of Spades

Pairing: JongJoong × Lost Girl!reader (mainly Jongho × reader since there's SeongJoong in this fic)

Summary: After your time with the Hearts, you face the most terrifying suit. But were they really terrifying as people say?

Warning(s): Choking (both sexual and non-sexual), slight mention of violence, mention of a murder (it's not what you think actually lol), Jongho being a damn flirt, top!Seonghwa × bottom!Hongjoong, mentions of a size kink, drunk sex (both parties consented), pussydrunk!Jongho, finger sucking, riding with a bit of guidance, cumming inside (DON'T LET THIS HAPPEN TO YOU! WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT!)

Genre: Nasty smut with a bit of plot

Nets: @blossomnet @mirohs-aurora-society

I'm also tagging @ja3hwa since we were competing in who can write the filthiest Jongho smut [we weren't actually competing lol I love them too much for that]

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

“Let’s go visit the Spades next.” 

Mingi choked and spat out his coffee, Wooyoung shrieked in fear and fainted dramatically in Yeosang’s arms, Yeosang rolled his eyes at the sight of his best friend fainting as he caught him, and Seonghwa had a concerned look on his face. A pained smile was on the queen’s face as he caressed your face gently. “Are you sure, Y/N? I know I said that the King of Spades is relatively a nice guy, but I’m almost certain that he’ll go mad. The news of your arrival and how you were treated in Neverland travels fast. We can always visit them last.” 

You shook your head at his statement. “If you claim that the King of Spades and the Jack of Spades are nice people, then we should visit them next. That way, I won’t dread seeing them and instead can relax when we visit the rulers of Clubs straight after.” 

Mingi tilted his head in awe as you spoke bravely and confidently about the rulers of Spades, Wooyoung was fanning himself and seemed impressed as he listened, Yeosang had a bright grin on his face, and Seonghwa sighed softly before nodding. He kissed your forehead and hugged you. “Alright. I will take your word for it. Mingi! Get the carriage! Yeosang, Y/N, and I will head straight to the Spades castle now.”

Mingi nodded and ordered some card soldiers to fetch the carriage and guard the trio as they stepped outside of the castle. Once they were all outside, the carriage arrived and Seonghwa & Yeosang stepped inside first. Mingi held you back and had you face him. A hint of worry was in his eyes as he gazed over your face. 

“Babe, listen. You don’t know the King and Jack of Spades like I do. Like Seonghwa said. They’re nice. However, their anger is anything but pleasant. I implore you. Be wary and be careful.”

“Do they honestly get angry easily?”

“No no. It’s nothing like that. It’s more of the fact that… uh… they want to destroy Neverland just as much as I do, but they’re a lot more violent about it than me. The King of Spades once had an older brother and the Jack of Spades once had a younger brother. They were both lured by Peter Pan and were killed by his hand… in the most brutal way possible. The King and the Jack were so enraged that they sent the deadliest creature to burn down the island.” 

Mingi leaned closer to whisper in your ear.  “The Jabberwocky.” 

An apprehensive feeling washed over you and you suddenly regret saying that you wanted to visit the Spades next. Sensing your apprehension, Mingi kissed you quickly and caressed your face in a gentle and loving manner. “This doesn’t mean that they’ll kill you on the spot though! They understand more than anyone how suffering is in Neverland. They will protect you with their utmost might. Just… don’t get in the way when they unleash their anger. The last thing they need is to sob in regret over hurting an innocent girl due to their bloodlust.” 

With his reassurance, you nodded and put on a brave face before bidding goodbye to Mingi and Wooyoung. Being the affectionate little shit that he is, Wooyoung whined and held you close to him so you wouldn’t go. You giggled and playfully scolded him to which he whined some more. He even pouted! You pinched his cheek lightly and reassured him that you’ll be fine. Emitting one last whine, he reluctantly let you go. After entering the carriage, you waved goodbye to Mingi and Wooyoung. The carriage soon made its way to the Spades castle. You were sitting with Yeosang this time and you yawned as you laid your head on his lap. Yeosang smiled and patted your head.  “It’ll take a while for us to get there. Get some sleep, Y/N.” His soft and deep voice lulled you into a short nap. One that he would unfortunately have to wake you up from later once they arrived. 

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The cries from a murder of crows woke you instantly and Yeosang had to hold you down so you wouldn’t hit your head against the carriage ceiling. The carriage was pretty small after all. “We’ve arrived. Stick close to us.” You nodded and stuck close to Yeosang as the three of you exited the carriage and made your way to the Spades castle. 

While the Diamonds castle depicted a millionaire’s house and the Hearts castle was a lot more lively, filled with heart shaped bushes and enthusiastic chatter, the Spades castle personified death itself. 

A dark moat surrounded the castle, dead trees were planted throughout the yard, crows either flocked around or tried to rip out your hair, and you swore that even the gardeners tending to the black rosebeds narrowed their eyes at you in suspicion. One glare from Seonghwa and the gardeners minded their business. Of course, this didn’t stop the other patrons milling about the Spades castle from crowding him, you, and Yeosang. The anxiety of the people surrounding you was rising, especially since the patrons prodded at you with questions that definitely made you uncomfortable. You received questions that ranged from accusations of being a spy to being a concubine for Seonghwa and Yeosang. You felt tears swell up in your eyes and you were about to ask Yeosang to get them to stop when a powerful voice rang out in the crumbling stone building that was the inside of the Spades castle. 

“UNLESS YOU DON’T VALUE YOUR HEAD, I SUGGEST YOU LEAVE OUR VISITORS ALONE!” 

The patrons soon quieted down and dispersed like a school of fish before going back to their business. You sniffled and Yeosang hushed you in a comforting way while Seonghwa walked forward a bit before smiling lightly and bowing. 

“It’s good to know that you still have power over your insolent subjects, Jongho.”

You looked up and saw a man wearing an all black leather outfit. His intense eyes, that were brown with slight caramel undertones and had spade outlines in his irises, softened at the sight of Seonghwa speaking. His stone cold resolve melted and a bright gummy smile was on his face as he walked down from his throne and towards Seonghwa before bringing him into a warm bear hug. He then walked over to Yeosang and hugged him as well before shifting over to face you. 

“Are you going to introduce yourself or shall I call you ‘cutie’? Because you certainly are one.”

A blush spread across your cheeks and you hid your face in Yeosang’s chest. A soft giggle could be heard from behind this Jongho guy and Jongho stepped aside to reveal a short man. He wore a simple black suit & tie and his blonde hair was tied back. His bright orange eyes stared intensely at you before smiling and extending his hand. You looked up at him shyly and relaxed as you looked at his pretty smile. 

“I’m the King of Spades, but you can call me Hongjoong. If you didn’t know who Jongho is by now, he’s the mighty Jack of Spades.” 

As you took his hand in yours and shook it, you felt it being lifted and blushed even more when Hongjoong pressed his lips against your knuckles. Jongho gingerly took your hand and kissed it too. 

“Are you the Lost Girl?” He asked you. You nodded hesitantly and Hongjoong nodded before leaning in to whisper in your ear.  

“Do I scare you, pretty girl?” 

You didn’t know what to say. Luckily, you didn’t have to since Seonghwa spoke for you.

“Now now, my love. Don’t intimidate her like that. She’s been through a lot.” He said lovingly and you watched as Hongjoong giggled before grabbing Seonghwa’s hand, spinning him around, and dipping him slightly. You grew confused since you didn’t want to assume anything. Yeosang sensed your confusion and patted your head gently. 

“Yes, Y/N. The King of Spades and the Queen of Diamonds are together. Who would’ve thought huh?” 

As you saw the two men giggle in each other’s presence and share a loving kiss, your heart melted at the sight. These two definitely belonged together. They reminded you of Snow White and Charming in a way. You felt strong hands grab your waist and pull you towards a strong and sturdy body. You looked up slightly to see Jongho smirking down at you. 

“That can be us. If you want, of course.” 

The thought of having this big man beside you 24/7? You definitely weren’t going to complain about that. Despite him being young, he held such maturity and power. Like a true Jack of Spades would. You also felt oddly relaxed in his presence and found yourself leaning against him. 

“Come now. The five of us have much to discuss. And take your time as you explain.”

—-------------------------------------------------

The five of you were soon in a meeting room and you explained slowly and shyly your experiences being on Neverland. As you spoke, you saw Hongjoong and Jongho growing more angry with each word that came out of your mouth. But it wasn’t anger towards you.  It was anger towards Peter Pan. 

After you finished speaking, you felt yourself being lifted up and placed onto someone’s lap. The sturdy thighs underneath you felt firm to the touch and you trailed your eyes up to see Jongho, who was busy placing light kisses along your neck in a soothing manner. The sudden affection threw you off yet you weren’t complaining. “Don’t worry, Y/N. We’ll protect you.” 

You giggled and kissed one of his round cheeks, to which he blushed at while the other three men giggled like a gaggle of gossiping schoolgirls. Hongjoong stood up and stretched before helping Seonghwa up. “I suggest you all stay here for the night. Creatures lurk about during this time. Dangerous creatues. You can leave first thing in the morning.” 

Seonghwa agreed immediately and you & Yeosang shared a look, agreeing that the queen himself was the reason why Hongjoong wanted everyone to stay. Could you blame them? No, not really. After Hongjoong ordered his card soldiers to prepare rooms for tonight, he whisked Seonghwa away. Yeosang sighed tiredly and got up as well.

“Goodnight to you both. I’ll see you in the morning.” 

With that, you & Jongho were the only ones left in the meeting room. As you stood there awkwardly, you felt your head be lifted up and you stared into his eyes. 

“Shall we go to my chambers and retire for the night? Or do you want to have some fun?”

You thought for a moment before choosing to stay up late. A smirk was on his face and he kissed your cheek before taking your hand and leading you into his room. 

—-------------------------------------------------

Several glasses of cherry wine later, you found yourself straddling the young man on his couch as you made out with him fiercely and desperately near the fireplace. Jongho was matching your intensity by gripping your hips tightly and moving them back and forth so you could grind against him. You felt his bulge underneath you and you moaned slightly as Jongho’s hands wandered to your ass and squeezed both cheeks lightly. 

“You’re so pretty. I’m jealous that Mingi got to you first. But don’t worry. I’ll fuck you better.”

You giggled at his confident words while he lifted you up and wrapped your legs around his waist before striding over to the bed and throwing you down on top of it gently. As he kissed you with fervor and a lot of tongue, you felt his hands glide up and down your body. His palms were tracing out every curve while he moved his head down to leave love bites all over your neck. Your hands dug into his red hair and tugged at the strands, which released a groan from him. He soon lifted his head and smirked down at you before snapping his fingers. You felt cold instantly and looked down to see that your dress had disappeared. 

Did this dude have magic?! 

Jongho drank in your naked form and crawled on top of you once more before kissing you passionately. He tapped his shoulder and his clothes disappeared as well, leaving him bare. You internally drooled at the sight of his big body hovering over you, his honey like skin glowing in the dim light of the fire blazing in the firepit. You soon saw him move down and spread your legs open before kissing your clit lightly. 

“I wonder if you taste just as good as you look. Time to find out.” 

You mewled loudly as he dove face first into your pussy, lapping up every single inch of wetness that was dripping from your hole. Unlike Mingi, Jongho was apparently a messy eater when it came to giving head. You came quickly but he wasn’t done yet. He wanted to elicit as many orgasms from you as much as possible, which led to you crying due to overstimulation. He cooed softly and reassured you that you’re fine. He then wrapped his hand around your throat and squeezed slightly. 

“Will you be a good girl and take what I give you? Or be a bad girl and have me punish you by fucking you into the wall over there?” 

The only word you could utter out was ‘good’ since his strong hand cut off your airway yet not entirely. Jongho smirked in satisfaction and lifted his hand before shoving his fingers into your mouth. You sucked on them happily and Jongho groaned quietly at the sight, afraid he might cum if he kept looking at you. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and shoved straight into your wet cunt before continuing to eat you out. After your 10th orgasm, he lifted his head and wiped his chin before smashing his lips onto yours. His fingers scissored you open while you sucked on his tongue. After he finished prepping you, he grabbed your hips and flipped the both of you over so you were straddling him once more. Your swollen clit rubbed against his thick shaft and you both groaned when you lifted your hips and sank down onto his cock. 

“You think you can move, Y/N?”

“I can, but it’s just… I’ve never ridden someone before. Not even Mingi.” 

“That’s ok, cutie. I’ll guide you.” 

Jongho grabbed your hips and lifted you up and down slowly onto his cock, setting a pace for you so you can get used to him. After a few minutes, you guided his hands over to your breasts while your hands settled on his shoulders. You soon started bouncing on your own and Jongho threw his head back when you picked up the pace a bit. He was softly praising you and that fueled you to go even faster. Your moans grew louder and louder and brought him closer to you so he could tuck his head into the crook of your head while your arms wrapped around his head to keep him there. His own arms wrapped around your waist and kept you close to him as his dirty words entered your ear. 

“Be my queen. Be my Queen of Spades. I’ll protect you. I’ll care for you. I’ll destroy Neverland for you. I’ll kill Peter Pan myself. Fuck, let me cum inside you. Can I do that? Can I cum in you? Please?

“YES YES YOU CAN CUM IN ME, JONGHO! OH FUCK! I’M SO CLOSE! JONGHO, PLEASE!” 

You sank down firmly on his cock and creamed all over it while he came inside you. You both moaned quietly as you came down from your highs. Once you two were finished, he pulled out and lifted you up before carrying you to the bathroom. He set you down on the counter and waved his hand over the empty tub that soon filled with warm water and was surrounded by black rose petals, small white candles, and a fragrant smell permeating the air. The scent consisted of pinewood and jasmine. He soon lifted you from the counter and placed you in the warm water before entering behind you. 

“Go to sleep, my darling girl. I’ll wake you up, dry you off, and carry you to bed once the water turns cold.” 

You nodded and drifted off to sleep. 

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The next morning, the five of you were eating breakfast. You sat on Jongho’s lap, clad in nothing but one of his dress shirts and a new pair of panties that the Jack conjured up for you. You were expecting Seonghwa to be in your position as well. 

Imagine the surprise on your face when Hongjoong was the one clad in a dress shirt and tiny boxers and sat on Seonghwa’s lap instead. 

After you finished your breakfast, Jongho took you back to his room and helped you dress up. Instead of the red bodycon dress that you came in, you wore a fitted black pinstripe suit. In lieu of a dress shirt underneath the blazer, you wore a black corset top. The red flats that you wore underneath your old dress were replaced with black three-inch heels. You stil decided on no makeup and your hair was styled into two braids rather than leaving it down. You looked a bit more sophisticated and the suit was courtesy of Hongjoong, who had a knack for good fashion sense. Once you were all dressed up and ready to go, you exited his room and met up with the rest of the guys. Seonghwa and Yeosang had their jaws dropped while Hongjoong smirked in victory, proud of his handiwork. 

“You look ravishing, Y/N.” Seonghwa gushed and you giggled as he picked you up and spun you around. 

“You l-look good I mean g-great I mean stunning I mean uh…” Yeosang stumbled over his words and simply patted your shoulder to which you also giggled at. 

“I still got it.” Hongjoong said proudly and you smiled brightly at him while Jongho drooled over how beautiful you looked in the suit. After a minute or two, Seonghwa spoke up.

“Ready to visit the rulers of Clubs?”

[writingwisterias]

Blossom

Bestfriend! Leon Kennedy x AFAB! Reader

Words: 3.8k Warnings: Smut 18+, Praise Kink, Overstimulation, Unprotected sex, Friends to Lovers, Cheating (not Leon or Reader) Summary: Alone and running away from a bar where your boyfriend cheated on you. You call Leon whom you haven't spoken to in months to seek comfort and end up finding it in more ways than you expected..

Masterlist

Hope you enjoy my first fic, my requests are open. Check my page for a list of characters I will write for ~ Mads <3

The rain was loud against the hood of your coat; the once peaceful sound that would comfort you as you slept, would now haunt you as you ran away from the bar. You didn't know where you were - you were quite literally running away from your problems. The once peaceful life you had made for yourself was now shattered by one too many drinks; ruined by one stupid pub quiz night. Your boyfriend was caught locking lips with your sister at the bar, his smile brighter than any smile he ever gave to you. Her smug glare was one you would never forget as she looked over her shoulder at the argument unfolding between the two of you. You felt small.. Used. Weak. The entire bar watched on with smiles and laughter as you were humiliated by your own family. “What are you doing?” you whimpered at him. God you felt so pathetic, the tears brimming in your eyes as you looked at the man you sacrificed so much for. “I didn't mean to…baby I'm so sorry” he lied, he grimaced at his own lie. Like the words hurt him to say only now he had been found out. He chased you down the road from the bar until eventually he gave up, you weren't coming back. Not that he cared.

Eventually you came across a bench; deciding you had enough distance from your problems, you sat down ignoring the large puddle of water that had collected on the seat. Your clothes were already soaked through, so what difference would sitting there make now. You had nowhere to go. You couldn’t go home of course, it was a home you both shared. He would be there, probably with your sister, now they didn't have anything to hide anymore. Your fingers fumbled through your bag in search of your phone. A loud sigh left your lips as the frustration began to set in, the rain water made it harder to work your phone screen. As you scrolled desperately for someone to call, one dopey smile warmed your heart as you hovered over the call button. Leon, your best friend for many years, who you hadn't seen in so long. Your boyfriend was constantly jealous of him, ironically because he worried you would leave him for Leon, due to how close the two of you were. Would he even pick up? Would he be home? The decision wasn't yours to make, as the water droplets on the screen pressed the button for you, the dial tone loudly rang out scaring you slightly. “Just this one call”, you thought. That's all you would do, there’ll be someplace else to go if he didn’t answer..

“Hello?”

His voice was rough as he croaked out the words. You immediately panicked thinking you woke him up, your internal monologue stopped you from answering him.

“Hello? Who is this?” He said, his tone became sharper, probing for an answer.

“Leon?” you whimpered, your hand covering your mouth trying to keep the emotions that were threatening to spill out now you had heard his comforting voice. Your name left his lips in a whisper, as if he was shocked to have heard from you at all, clearly not expecting the sudden contact after months of ghosting him.

“What's wrong? Where are you?” He questioned, you could hear his old lamp flicker on in the background, the duvet rustling as he sat up.

“I don't know where…I just ran”

“Just ran? Ran from where? Do you need me to come and get you? Are you okay?”

His concern was too much, the emotions swirling around in your brain like you were drunk. “I’m on a bench, by the pier I think...I’m really not sure. I’m so sorry Leon, I woke you up-”

“It’s fine, I promise, I'm on my way. Just don’t move I’ll try to find you” the words left his mouth so easily, like second nature. He didn't care what time it was, he didn't care you hadn't spoken to him in weeks. He only cared about getting you to safety. “Leon?” you whimpered…”Can you bring a towel, I don't want to get your car wet”

“Don’t tell me you fell in the pier?” he joked, you let out a small chuckle in response. It was weak, barely audible yet he still somehow bought it out of you, even as your world was falling apart. The perfect life you imagined with you and your boyfriend crumbling into a forgotten fairytale, yet he still managed to make you smile. “I’ll be there as soon as I can, okay?” You could hear the car door slam through the speaker, before he hung up.

The street lamps and cars passing reflected on the never ending darkness of the ocean, the waves crashing gently despite the thunderous rainstorm around you. You were left alone with the rage you felt towards your boyfriend and sister. How long has this been going on? How could she do a thing like that to you? How come you never saw it, could you have stopped this? You were drowning in questions; theorizing how they could have gotten the chance to know each other better, to have the kiss look so passionate and freeing for them both. Were you really that bad of a partner to him? Why weren't you enough? The thoughts poisoned your mind, the cloud of overthinking swirling around what little sanity you had left. Your phone began to vibrate, ripping you back to reality. Your phone glowed with his name, the light hurting your eyes as you stared at his contact, at the stream of texts from him trying to apologize and track you down. You wouldn't respond - You wanted him to panic. You hoped he would worry about you all night, steeped in regret, sleepless in your bed. But he was the one who stopped running after you. He chose to turn back to the bar. Back to her.

In the sorrowful storm of your mind, tires screech from behind you, the slam of the car door pulling you back to a familiar silhouette. One you could instantly recognize from any lineup. “Leon?” you whimpered, standing up. Your body ached with cold, the clothing heavy on your frame as you stood there shaking, waiting for him to react. You expected him to walk away when he saw what a mess his old friend was, but instead he walked towards you; His shoes splashed hastily through the puddles that were in his way. “What happened?” he asked, as his arms encased you in a tight hug. You just shook your head, your body trembled as you leaned into his arms craving the warmth and comfort that he provided.

He didn't speak again, pulling away to lead you towards his jeep, opening the door for you, helping you inside. He threw a blanket around your shoulders before he closed the door, running to his side of the car. You brought the fabric to your nose, his scent lingered on it comforting you further. “Your place?” he questioned - even if he hated taking you back to that place, he would if you needed it. But you shook your head, a quiver in your lips as you turned to look out at your reflection on the window. He watched you intently, trying to piece together in his mind what the next best step was. He then nodded silently, and started the car, the faint sound of his rock music filled the silence. “What did he do?” He questioned nervously, his body tensed, preparing for the reply. “My sister”

Well he wasn't expecting that, his brain running 100 mph to come up with some kind of response. If he was this shocked, he couldn't even imagine the thoughts that plagued you right now. “I’m not sure how long it's been going on but you should have seen how at peace they looked with each other. He’s never looked at me like he looked at her.” you said, wiping your face with the blanket removing the rain from your cheeks, frowning at the mascara that transferred onto it. “Fucking assholes the both of them” he swore under his breath. You finally looked over at him, the street lamps illuminating the soft curves of his face, his brows furrowed together as he sat heavy in thought. Was he always this pretty? Had he always smelled this good? Perhaps it had just been far too long for you to remember all the intricate details of him.

The familiar outline of his building slowly came into view, somewhere you had been so often, so casually, but right now it meant so much more. He pulled into his parking space before hopping out of the car to help you get out. You smiled as he pulled the blanket closer around your frame, draping it over your head slightly to prevent you from getting any wetter. He led you instead with his hand on the small of your back, the weight of him there felt different to your boyfriend. It felt protective, not possessive.

“Sorry about the mess” he muttered as he opened the door, ushering you inside to safety. The apartment looked the same as you had remembered it. The interior matched Leon’s personality well, a plethora of small trinkets littered the shelves, the muted colours gave him a relaxing environment to return to after his hellish workdays. There were clothes screwed up in the corner by his work bag, coffee cups and plates still in the sink patiently waiting to be washed. You perched on the edge of the sofa, taking in your surroundings, reminiscing about the times he would walk you through all his possessions, describing each adventure and trip they were from. He watched you scanning the shelves, his eyes saddened as you began to shrink on yourself. “Can I get you anything?” he asked gently. You shook your head, your words were trapped in your mouth, you were too afraid to speak in fear of breaking down again. Leon didn’t need you to say anything, he just moved to sit next to you. His body was there for you to lean on if you needed it. He waited for you to gather yourself, no urgency, just like he had always done for you. Your body eventually sagged towards his side, he wordlessly lifted his arm enticing you into his warmth.

“What did I do wrong Leon? Was I not good enough?” as soon as the words left your mouth, you could feel the gates of pent up despair fly open. The tears had begun to flow like rivers, waves of emotions that you had held for so long ran free throughout your body. He shushed you, placing a kiss at the crown of your head, trying to stifle his anger toward the man who made you this way. Toward the people in your life who made you feel worthless; toward those who took you away from him when it was you who lit up his world. “You didn’t do anything wrong, you're perfect” he whispered into your hair, pulling you closer to him, his own clothes becoming damper from yours. “Then why would they do that? Why did they betray me?”

He failed to muster up an answer, he truly didn’t know why anyone would want to hurt you. How they could make you feel so little about yourself, how they encouraged these derogatory thoughts in your head. He tucked you under his arm, pressing you against his chest in support. “I feel so small, I feel so used” you whimpered, the small sobs you let out broke his heart each and every time he heard them. He pulled away slightly, lifting your chin with his fore-finger to look at your face, the backs of his hands wiping away the tears still forming in the corners of your eyes.

“You're so special to me. Everything I do, everything I endure. I do it for you.”

“But I haven’t spoken to you in months” you spoke as the guilt slowly seeped in.

Leon shook his head, a soft smile placed on his lips as he looked at you. “I knew you wouldn’t have just stopped talking to me, I still fought knowing the work I was doing would keep you safe, that you would get to be happy even if you weren’t in contact with me.”

His smile was so soft, his expression was so warm and caring. “Why?” the question left your lips before you could process if you were ready for the answer. An answer you always craved but never knew if you could accept if it was anything different than what you secretly hoped for.

He paused, questioning whether telling you now in your darkest hour was truly the right thing to do; it was, not just for you, but for him too. “You're the best thing in my life, the escape I always needed. I would spend a lifetime undoing whatever poison he’s injected into your head, I will show you that I care and I will always care, that you are worth something. You deserve so much more than those two could ever give you”

Your hand was warm against his face as you brought him closer, your lips ghosted his in hesitation. Your breath was a silent invitation for him to close the gap, to allow something light and new to blossom. His eyes scanned your face, hunting for any sign of regret. You had enough of waiting and closed the gap, your lips crashed against his in a gentle and passionate kiss. Leon groaned into the kiss, his arms wrapping around you holding your body close to him. “Are you sure you want this? You just got cheated on...it’s late”

“It feels right, I want this Leon. He chose her. And now I choose you.”

He shook his head, trying not to smirk, leaning to kiss you again, his hands groping the swell of your ass lifting you further into his lap. With that he lifted you up, walking you through his apartment nibbling along your neck taking in the sweet whines that left your lips. He laid you on the bed, the crumpled duvet was engulfed in his scent. He helped peel off your wet shirt before leaving sloppy kisses all over your chest. His hands sprawled out on your waist pulling you closer to him. His hips grinded against your lower half, you let out unstoppable whimpers as your wet jeans rubbed against your clit.

“Such pretty sounds from such a pretty girl” he mumbled against your skin as his hands worked on removing your bra. He groaned at the sight of your breasts, the nipples pebbling at the cold air. Leon's lips brought one of your nipples into his mouth, his tongue circling the sensitive nub. His hand moved up to the other breast lightly groping it. Your chest heaved into his mouth causing Leon to let out a loud groan as they lightly pressed against his nose causing him to lose his breath. Leon let go of your nipple with a pop, his lips returning to yours with a deep kiss. His tongue swiped against your bottom lip silently begging for access, which you granted him eagerly. Whilst you were distracted with the taste of him, his fingers toyed with the button of your jeans. Once they had managed to get through, he pulled away smirking as he pulled the fabric down your legs in a single jolt. Your thighs flushed red from the cold, wet clothes that Leon had finally freed you from. Leon’s hands ran down your legs before pulling them apart and slotting himself in between.

He felt your fingers gingerly grasp the hem of his shirt. “Seems a bit unfair” you smirked at him. Leon chuckled deeply before pulling the shirt over his head, stepping away slightly so he could get rid of his jeans as well. He quickly returned, capturing your lips again as his finger teased your clothed pussy. His cock twitched against your thigh as he felt the dampness that lingered there. His fingers moved the fabric, swiping against your slit gathering evidence of your arousal. He pulled back examining his fingers in the soft glow of his lamp. A smirk placed on his lips as he looked you in the eye and brought the digits to his mouth. Leon let out a loud groan at the taste, the sweetness of you was better than anything he had ever tasted before.

You writhed against his thigh, craving any ounce of friction on your throbbing core. He chuckled again and flexed his thigh as he watched you pathetically rub against him, your wet panties causing his hairs to curl as you left your mark. He could feel your thrusts weaken as you got closer, almost tempted to bring you to a stop, but that wasn’t his goal tonight. Tonight he wanted you to chase your own pleasure, become so cock drunk on him that you forget about what happened before. He wanted you to never even think about your ex again. His hands gripped your hips helping you thrust as well as pulling you closer to add more pressure to your clothed entrance. He groaned as he felt the fabric become so thick with your arousal, but he wouldn’t remove them yet, he wouldn’t dare to stop you when you were so close to your climax.

Instead he lent down and captured your breast again, his teeth nibbling at the flesh leaving small marks around the sensitive bud. Your moans increased in volume, he couldn’t wait to hear the sounds you would create when he finally sunk into you. Your hands gripped at his forearms, nails leaving crescent shapes in the flesh. You whimpered loudly, his name leaving your lips along with curses as you finally met your climax. He felt your pussy flutter, the poor thing clenching around nothing. Leon let you have your moment of bliss, removing his lips from your breast and capturing your lips instead. His fingers teased the waistband of your underwear and slowly peeled them away. The cold air hitting your wetness causes you to let out a high pitched whine. “Please leon-” you begged. Who was he to deny you what you wanted, his cock ached in its own clothed prison. He kissed you again when he finally released himself. Leon’s cock hung heavy against your thigh, the tip glistening with the pre cum.

Your eyes widened at the girth and length of him, he was so big. You felt the pressure of him at your entrance, gathering up the remains of your orgasm to help lube his dick. Leon whimpered as he sucked at the nape of your neck to muting his moans. Your fingers scraped his back as you finally felt him enter you fully, the burn of the stretch soon turning into pleasure as your walls welcomed him inside. Leon’s hands found yours, holding them as he sheathed himself fully. Your fingers entwined as your bodies connected, his thrusts slow and deep as you got used to his size. “You feel devine” he groaned in your ear, his hands squeezing yours as he gave you another deep thrust. Your walls fluttered around him, the muscles drawing him in further, holding him deep inside you. His compliments caused you to hide in his neck, a warm feeling began to swell into your chest. He let go of one of your hands and directed your face back to where he could see it.

“Oh my pretty girl has gone all shy, come on baby don’t hide from me now” he whispered. His lips leaving delicate kisses along your cheeks as his thrusts began to increase. He leant back watching as your tits bounce as he drove his cock into at an increased speed and depth. His hands moved so he could grip your hips to pull them closer to him. The new angle allowed him to drive his cock deeper, and deeper, his veins started to hit your g- spot causing you to grip and tug at the sheets beneath you.

Leon watched as your thighs began to twitch under his touch, the muscles tensing as you drew closer to another orgasm. Your eyes began to tear up, a few stray ones escaping and ran down your flushed cheeks. Leon could feel his own finish coming closer, his balls tightened as he prepared to spill his load deep into your walls, coating them with himself as a final attempt to get rid of any evidence of that dickhead you claimed to love before. Leon groaned your name as he moved his fingers towards your clit to draw small circles around the sensitive nub to stimulate you further. Your breath caught in your throat a silent scream leaving your lips as you orgasmed. Your body tensed up and then flopped in Leon's arms. He thrusted through your oversensitive state, his own finish too close for him to care. Leon grabbed at your thighs, hoisting them over his shoulders as he drove himself deeper inside of you. You cried at his depth, he loved it, getting lost in your pretty little sounds, the way your velvet walls still brought him in closer despite the overstimulation he was clearly giving you. His hips sputtered as he finally spilled his seed into you. The sounds of your heavy breaths filled the room, both of you searching each other's faces to confirm there were no regrets.

Leon pulled himself out of you slowly, lowering your legs from his shoulders and gave you space as you recollected yourself. “I’m sorry, I don’t want you to think that I am taking advantage of you” he said nervously. You sat up against his headboard watching him. “I don’t think that Leon. I didn’t even think you would pick up, I’m sorry I listened to him and cut contact with you”

The words hung heavy in the room, the two of you not wanting to overstep anymore boundaries. You wondered if your boyfriend thought like this after he was with your sister for the first time. “I don’t want to lose you Leon, if you don’t want to leave me either”

“Never, you have me for as long as you need me”

Leon stood up, putting his boxers back on before finding a pair for you along with one of his shirts. After you changed you lifted the sheets inviting him in. Once he laid down you got comfy, cuddling into him, he smiled down at your frame. “I could get used to this” he smirked, kissing the top of your head, his arms wrapping around you protectively shielding you away for just a little while. It was from then on that you felt it, finally something good to hold on to as you faced whatever happened came tomorrow.

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Hi! Could I request literally any kind of story with protective Mike (from the FNAF movie). It really doesn't matter in what sort of context it is, I just want some protectiveness. Thank you so much in advance!

~ Mike Schmidt x Reader ~

= Title: Sheild

= Character: Mike Schmidt

= Media: Movie!Five Nights At Freddie's

= Prompt: N/A

= Description: During a coffee break, Mike notices you look more worried than normal. In reality, a former friend of yours is on the same floor as you, and the troubles you faced with them drive you away from Mike. It isn't until they finally approach and you see a different side of him.

= Request: "Hi! Could I request literally any kind of story with protective Mike (from the FNAF movie). It really doesn't matter in what sort of context it is, I just want some protectiveness. Thank you so much in advance!"

= Tags: Fluff ! Small Angst? Mall Setting, Protective Mike, Sweet Talk, Platonic (with Slight Romantic Implications? It's up for you to decide !), Affection, Cute Ending + Reader is !GN

= Warnings: Slight Stalking? (Reader has a Former Friend who approaches them (!GN)), Some Tension + Anxiety/Worry + No Spoilers, Really!

"Is something wrong?" Mike's curious tone had fished you out of your softened paralysis. In a flash, your eyes flicked upwards. You had forgotten where you were due to your gaze being on someone else. "What? Oh, sorry." Your palms sunk around the design of your coffee cup, and with its heat bleeding around your fingertips, you promptly pulled away.

"Sorry," you echoed. "I dozed off."

Even the busy foreground of the mall couldn't hook your mind. You weren't trying to be rude, or ignore Mike on purpose, but you couldn't stop thinking about them. Your lips twisted into a frown.

"Everything okay?" His face softened with concern. Even with that, you still looked around as if you were dazed. That's when he connected the dogs and reluctantly spilled a: "Is somebody bothering you?" Mike's throat strengthened. He didn't even have a set response but his shoulders were already peaking.

"Maybe," you sighed. Your warm hand fell to your cheek. His face fell and you quickly brushed it off. "It's nothing, don't worry about it."

Mike was getting antsy in his seat. "You can tell me who they are. I'll tell them to go, I mean, I am a guard. It's what I do, you know?" As if to showcase his title, he sat up, expressing his "security" symbol running across his light uniform. That brought you some ease. Sort of.

Then you felt his hand on yours, grasping it protectively. "Please? Tell me who it is." Mike asked, "I don't want you to feel this way." Would it be wrong to tell him? The character orbiting in your mind had not hurt you per say, but you had history. It hurt too much to see them.

You sighed and gave him a reassuring grin. Your eyes were still on Mike, "It's okay, I know I'll be fine with you here."

Mike pulled away shyly. He could defend you easily, but he still had to make sure he knew. Before you could speak after a sorry sip of your coffee, a dreadful buzz crawled out of Mike's radio. Rapid, low-quality chatter. Mike looked like a lost animal, and hesitated to leave. But, he had a duty. "Damnit, I gotta go. I'll see you later?"

"Right, right. Bye," you awkwardly waved. You felt ridiculous. You were so focused on somebody you used to know while having a brief coffee date with your friend. It was hard to ever grab a seat with Michael, and you managed to mess it up.

Your disappointed expression rested on your face with a soft groan. Stupid.

"Hey there." A familiar voice made you feel like a fish out of water. Your attention flew upwards. You shuttered, "Hey?"

Internally, you were panicking. The same person you were shivering over was now looming over your shoulder. They must have waited until Mike had left. Damnit.

You were trying to pull away from their conversation. You both had left on bad terms, and it felt uncomfortable how sweet they were. There was nothing kind about them at all. And you knew it.

"I should really go," you finally declared. You attempted to pull out of your seat, but a sudden force stopped you. They grabbed your arm.

"But it's only been a few minutes, come on."

"I really want to stay, but I need to go." You said nervously. They didn't budge.

Anxiety began to grow, and your mouth was sewed shut. You completely drowned away everything they were saying until you heard a vicious: "Get off!" from Mike.

He gripped their shoulder and pulled them aside. Mike sucked his teeth and swore under his breath, "They want you to leave. So, fuck off."

"I don't think you understand, sir. We know each other." They protested.

Mike's gaze grew into something stormy, "Leave. Or I'm calling the rest of security." As soon as your follower squirmed out of his grip, Mike walked over and shielded you away. They apologized, making up a silly excuse as to why they were holding on to you. Mike didn't buy it and snapped again. You were left alone, drowning in relief.

"Are you okay? Look at me." Mike quickly discarded his hard expression, his eyes were already calm with longing. "They didn't hurt you right? I'll find them, I have good memory, I-" he was holding you. "I'm sorry I wasn't there."

"it's okay. It's okay. Mike, I'm fine." You answered. "You protected me, and that's all I can ask for."

He was still worried, so he felt the need to pull you aside, talking to another floor just in case. Mike released a heavy exhale, forbidding himself to let go of your hand. "I can give you a ride home,"

"You don't have to."

"I can pay for a ride,"

"Mike."

"You can stay near me too, I don't-"

"Michael." Your tone hardened. Mike's attention veered towards you once again. "You don't need to worry." Your were hands softly wrapped around his, "I'll be okay as long as you're here."

"Okay." Mike's demeanor relaxed at the sight of you. "Just . . . tell me when someone is wrong. I don't want you to get hurt."

"You got it." It felt strangely intimate. You had never been so close with him. You did have a habit of shielding away your hardships, but now, it felt wrong to hold it away. Especially from Mike. "It won't happen ever again."

"You promise?"

"I promise."

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꒰ Your negative thoughts ꒱

You have low-key villainized yourself, while others think that they're very kind people, you think that you're selfish and pushy. You also think that you're kind of catty and don't have an easy time making friends with women especially? You have internalised a belief that connections are not what make you truly happy. You kind of seek revenge, you might not be aware of it but you might imagine the look on people's faces when you look a certain way, have a certain amount of money or a certain lifestyle. Once in a while, you also tend to feel insecure, it could be regarding different things for different people, like for some of you, it might be when you're scrolling on tiktok and see pretty girls, for the others, it might be in regards to how much money you have, etc. For a select few of you, if someone was chosen over you by a love interest, you tend to wonder why you weren't enough. "Was I not pretty enough?", "Why would he/she choose me anyways?", etc. You have a strong belief that men or well, whatever sex/gender you're attracted to in a romantic manner, are not ready to commit (honestly, I do not blame you). You also believe that the people who you are attracted to are players, the type to leave people who they love. Most of you want people to present something tangible (like money) to you in terms of romantic proposals and relationships, etc. but rightfully, you tend to wonder if that's even possible in this generation. The people who you've dealt with in the past or have seen people in your life deal with, might've been really difficult to reason with.

The kind of people who don't apologise after doing the most soul crushing things but hold you accountable for every single thing that goes against their will. Honestly, they might have been the kind of people to go, "you do not understand me, my ex broke my heart in middle school!!" or maybe even the type of people who don't appreciate people doing household chores and are like "I bring a paycheck home so well, I do 90% for this house, all you do is stay at home all day. Household chores aren't even difficult," but are not willing to do them either and say something like "why would I cook and clean? I'm not a slave." I'm not saying that the above are the exact scenarios that you've had to deal with but the level of unreasonableness is just really concerning. Due to their unreasonableness, you think that most people are unreasonable. You also tend to worry about being unreasonable and think about things A LOT. You're the type to be like "was it necessary for me to act like that?" or "I will apologise since I was being unreasonable." You also tend to think a lot about whether the way you're acting is reasonable too. You might sometimes be like "I'm being too thoughtful in a world that lacks thoughtfulness" and feel bad though. You think that you're undergoing some sort of a negative karmic cycle. You are someone scared that you're stuck or not moving forward because maybe for some of you, you were forced to quit your school, university, job or whatever and for others, you simply feel like cycles kind of repeat in your life.

꒰ The loving truth ꒱

I think that for most if not all of you, your selfishness is just a result of resentment, maybe, you ended up being too selfless in the past and it didn't do you well. However, you guys are self serving, you like to make decisions that are the best for you and it doesn't make you selfish. Seeking revenge is kind of being heavy on you since you might end up making decisions from an ego-centric place but you're more than capable of fixing it. You're loveable for being you. Ofcourse, if someone chooses someone else over you, it's normal to be upset about it but trust me, in actuality it has little to nothing to do with you. You do not need to have a certain amount of money, certain kind of beauty or lifestyle in order to be loved. I hope that you're able to stop taking things so personally. I'm saying this from the most loving place, 'not everything is an attack on your worth.' About, people being non-committal, honestly, there are many people like that, however, some people do wish to have a loving relationship with a strong commitment towards one another.

Not all men or women are shitty, the ones you give your time to are. The right people will be willing to do everything you for you, as long as you appreciate it and wish to return the same energy to them. Trust me, you'll find people who you will be able to reason with and vice versa, people who do not victimize themselves or turn everything against you. The fact that you've dealt with unreasonable people actually has been quite helpful for you. You are able to correct your actions and face yourself in the mirror. While, you do villainize yourself, you cannot deny that you're a good person who tries to be a good person. About the karmic cycle, it might actually be true, however, everyone has negative karma and well the cycle is helping things work out for the highest good of all. I'm not sure if before, you tried to get out of toxic cycles but at this point, you're not lazy anymore, you're trying very hard to move forward and do what's the best for you. So, you're not stuck in any cycle. As I said before, things are working out for the highest good. Take good care of yourself, all love.

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꒰ Your negative thoughts ꒱

You guys tend to look at things through rose-tinted glasses and you know it. You often wonder if something is just your wishful thinking. Some of you might have gotten very comfortable with having options, if you do not make a good decision soon, you'll lose all the options (I'm not sure whether it's romantically, career wise or just life in general.) You always feel the need to refocus in life, you're always like, "what am I doing right? what am I doing wrong?", etc. while, it's quite good, it's kinda bad because you feel like it leads to you being worried about being disorganised. You wonder if people are not who they seem to be. Another thing is that you are in the spotlight and for some reason, it causes negative thoughts to emerge. You might have people who love projecting and call you ugly to your face or in another case, say that you're not all that just because you're pretty and popular. 'Prom queen' by Beach Bunny started playing. You understand that beauty is pain but most of you still continue striving for it. You might think that you're pretty because I'm not getting you being particularly insecure but there are times when you wish to look different, like, you might be Adriana Lima kind of pretty but want to be Blake Lively kind of pretty sometimes.

You really care about being popular, it seems to be something quite important to you or atleast your reputation. You do not like to look insecure, no matter how bad your day might be going, you try to look as confident as possible. Omg, the popularity didn't do you well is what I'm getting. You feel like you're tired of all the hardships in life. People love competing with you and you know it but you do not wish to compete. People try to compete with you and then accuse you of looking down on them? You're really guarded and wounded, you are aware of it too but you're not being able to stop it yet. Ofcourse, it's not possible to just switch it off but you'll get better soon, I have faith in you. Your negative experiences tend to weigh you down at times but it's only natural, it doesn't make you a bad human. You know that difficult times have made you a really resilient person but you wonder if you're being too guarded. You're aware that so many of your thoughts are simply just self fulfilling prophesies and you're trying to work through them, one at a time. I'm proud of you. You often look to the past in order to become a better person. You know that no one is coming to save you but you might overwork yourself due to that. You're really critical of yourself in general.

꒰ The loving truth ꒱

Honestly, there is a need to look at things through a realistic lens but don't become cynical. Some options are good while some aren't, that's just the way life is in general. Just try to use your discernment. You're beautiful just the way you are, you could try different looks but my advice would be to accept your body while still experimenting (as long as you're not harming yourself or anyone else). About being popular and your reputation, it is something you shouldn't worry about. The moment you start simply focusing on being the best version of yourself without caring about popularity, etc. is when you'll receive the most popularity and support, ofcourse, there'll be haters too but you get the point. Confidence is good, one more way of building confidence is through working on yourself and growing as a person. It's not your fault that people project onto you, slowly but surely, you're healing.

You shine which makes others insecure but it has nothing to do with you. While, your reputation and popularity does mean something to you, you are really scared of being the center of attention in any way at this point. My tip is to love yourself enough to not dim your shine. You are a really persistent person so you shouldn't have to worry about competitive but incompetent people trying to make you feel trashy. My tip is to let your guard down in front of certain people. Try to understand how your choices affect you without being too hard on yourself, you've always done your best and still are. It's quite obvious in the cards. Try to pace yourself in terms of work and self development. Realistically, it's not possible that you become 1% better everyday but it's possible that you try as hard as possible, not to the point of a burnout though. You know it but you're living life and learning through your experiences, I'm proud of you.

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꒰ Your negative thoughts ꒱

You've suffered the loss of something that wasn't exactly good and you know it but you're still letting it occupy your mind. You tend to have a lot of negative thoughts, like it seems like it's difficult to even keep a track. You think that people gossip about you and you don't mind it but maybe when it comes to your achievements in life, you are kind of insecure. You find yourself being jealous of people, you don't let it get the best of you ofcourse. You might feel a lot of anger, even at small things. If you're plotting something against people who have hurt you or well just plotting against someone in general, you need to stop. It doesn't need to be a great plot, it could be something like "I'm going to date ___ so that I can make her realise who the fuck I am." It doesn't need to be this ofcourse but you get it. Just don't let these people control how you live life. This plan is going to terribly backfire if you continue going. You're bitter about almost everything right now. Probably, past things still weigh heavily on you, maybe for some of you it was recent and for others, you just take longer to heal. People seem to have been really reckless when it comes to you because you seem very strong and they felt insecure. You wish to win, no matter what it takes.

You know that you need to get your mindset and life together but you don't know where to start, it's causing a lot of mental health issues for you. I feel like your emotions are making things mentally really hard for you and it's completely understandable. Emotions are normal, trust me when I see this, even people who decisively take actions in order to leave certain people and situations behind because it no longer serves them tend to cry and take time to heal. Most of you have let go of something or someone really precious to you even though they were definitely not worth it (could be multiple people) but some of you are still not being able to let go. Once, you let go, your negative thoughts will decrease. Letting go seems to be really painful for you, it's alright ! You're allowed to take your time. The changes you've gone through have been really drastic and it is scary. I feel like something is still very fresh, it still tugs at your heart, something or someone that makes you feel disappointed everytime you think about it or them. You think that you're a failure even though you're not. You just seem to be extremely disappointed at how things have turned out.

꒰ The loving truth ꒱

People do seem to gossip about you but it gives you the opportunity to become the best version of yourself to the point, people do not even believe negative things about you and if they do, it's out of jealousy. About your negative thoughts, you should meditate and write them down, process them properly and let go, little by little. You being insecure about your achievements is a clue as to you not being happy with where you are in life. You should try to accomplish things and better yourself. Also, your worth is not attached to anything outside of you, your character makes you worthy enough. Learn how to turn jealousy into admiration in order to become better as a person. Once, you start meditating, I'm sure that your anger will get better. It's okay to take time to heal but you do not have the right to hurt others just because you're hurt.

You will win, if you direct energy into yourself. Use the anger and bitterness as a source of toxic motivation. If you got involved in some sort of drama or fight recently, you need to think about what the other person/people said or did. You'll find your answers. It's alright, healing takes time, getting better takes time, building a certain lifestyle takes time. You should take time and space to consider your next steps (I feel like you're already there but you're still struggling, it'll get better if you try to be more decisive). As I said before being upset and grieving is alright ! You're allowed to take your time. Your outsides changing is simply a redirection for you to change your inside too. You'll find friends who will support you very soon. It's okay to be disappointed but you're not a failure, you have everything you need in order to move forward. Please take care of yourself, all love.

[honeysuckleharringtons]

Part Three: "Spilled Milk" ~ S. Harrington

Summary: (Then) Morning sickness has finally caught up to Reader, and unfortunately it has her spilling her guts in more than one way. — (Now) When Steve brings his roommate along with him to the coffee shop, the situation soon goes south when his friend starts to spill Steve's not-so-secret crush to a certain barista.

Pairing: Nurse!Steve Harrington x Fem!Byers!Reader

Word Count: 2,561

Content Warning: teen pregnancy, vomit/morning sickness talk, mentions of food, very mild swearing, lmk if i missed anything!

Extra Notes: this chapter took so freaking long to write because work is taking it out of me lol but i hope you guys enjoy!!

Originally Written: 11/05/2023 through 11/27/2023

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[ Then, July of 1987 ]

One week. Seven days. One hundred and sixty-eight hours. Over ten thousand minutes. That was the amount of time that had passed since that little white stick had turned blue and changed your life forever.

One might've thought you would've been used to the information by that point, that excitement or anticipation or any kind of emotion at all would've at least crossed your mind once or twice. Instead, you still felt numb, guilt and self-loathing dripping through your veins as naturally as your own blood.

To make matters worse, morning sickness had finally caught up to you. When you weren't throwing up from shame and fear, you were retching due to the human life inside you that clearly wasn't happy with its environment. You were living on a steady diet of toast and Joyce's ginger tea, and you were quite positive your brothers had started to catch on.

The older of your brothers, Jonathan, had been home for summer break from college for barely two weeks when you found out about your current condition. The two of you had been inseparable since the day you were born, having been raised more like twins than individuals who were born a year apart. And since the day you started to speak in full sentences, the two of you told each other everything. But the idea of him finding out about this? To say it terrified you more than actually having the baby was an understatement.

On the opposite hand, you had your younger brother, Will. The baby of the family—for the time being, anyway. The innocent one, the one who you trusted with anything because he didn't really have anyone to tell his secrets to. You craved so desperately to confide in someone, and he happened to be the person you always went to. But telling him this would be like taking the last of his innocence, like forcing him to cross the line between childhood and adulthood with you.

That thought was nearly too much to bear, and because of it, you found yourself doubled over the toilet, nausea and guilt and anguish rushing through you from head to toe. You retched and gagged as vomit exited you once again, tears pricking at your eyes from the pain.

Joyce truly had tried her best to help you as much as possible, bringing you anything you needed and helping you back into bed. But being a single mom also meant taking care of her kids in other ways, and this particular day, it meant leaving you at home with the two people you dreaded speaking to the most at that moment.

A soft knock rapped against the door, and you knew just from the fact that he'd actually used his manners that it was Jonathan. "Are you okay? You looked pretty sick when you ran in here."

A small smile tugged at your lips at his concern, the first time you'd felt any positive feelings since you found out your news. "It's open, Jon," you called, pushing yourself up from where you lay flat on the tiles.

He pushed the door open slightly, just enough to enter the room before cracking it behind himself. Worry knitted in his thick eyebrows as he moved to sit criss-cross on the floor across from you. "This must be one hell of a stomach bug."

A sarcastic chuckle made its way out of your lips weakly. "Pretty bad," you said, unsure if you had the strength to muster any more words together. You pulled your knees to your chest, hugging your legs like your life depended on it. Your eyes went anywhere but toward his, knowing with just one look, Jonathan could convince you to spill even your darkest secret. Which, in all fairness, this might've been it.

"Hey," he started, a gentle hand coming up to meet your knee, "I know when something's wrong with you."

"Jon, it's-"

You didn't have to look up to know he was giving you that serious and stern look, the one that always reminded you that he was nothing short of your big brother. "Don't give me the stomach bug thing again. Maybe you can fool Mom with that crap and maybe even Will, but you're not fooling me. I'm your older brother, but more than that, we're best friends. I know when something is truly wrong with you, but I can't help you if you don't tell me what it is."

Instead of forming words, you simply shuffled across the floor and over to him, Jonathan instinctively opening his arms up to pull you into his side. Just as you expected, even the simplest of touches had you on the brink of tears as you leaned into his embrace. His crisp and clean scent filled you with a sense of familiarity. A feeling that was so comforting, so needed, and just so Jonathan.

Pregnancy must've taken away your knowledge of how time worked because once again, being in a familiar embrace had made you lose track of time. You really weren't sure if you'd been on the floor with him for five minutes or five hours before a certain someone alerted you of his presence from the doorway.

"Uh," Will started, clearly confused by the scene in front of him. "Why are you two hugging on the bathroom floor?"

Identical snickers tumbled out of both you and Jonathan, yours being slightly muffled by tears. You pushed yourself up before motioning the younger boy over with a wave of your hand. "Come here, Will," you said, the beginnings of a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

Despite the way he was looking at the two of you like you'd both grown an extra head, Will followed your request. He sat down criss-cross on the side closest to the door, and you were sure it was because he was secretly plotting an escape from his two crazy older siblings.

You tossed an arm around both their sets of shoulders, looking between the two of them with teary eyes. "Before I tell you guys the biggest secret you've ever heard, you have to promise me two things: one, it will not leave this house; and two, you'll still love me afterward."

Jonathan rubbed at your hair playfully. "Kinda hard to promise that second one when I never loved you to begin with, stinker." The statement earned him a teasing shove from you and a false expression of shock from Will.

Looking between the two of them, you felt your heart swell with luckiness. No person had ever been blessed with two better siblings than your own, you were sure of it. The older, a living, breathing personification of comfort, and the younger, a steady thing to hold onto when life felt wobbly. You wished it could stay that way forever, the three of you in your own private and protected bubble.

Unfortunately, the moment had to come to an end and your bubble had to burst. When you remembered the statement you were about to make, it felt to you almost as though the moment had been a passing second rather than the first eighteen years of your life.

That familiar numbness began to return, flooding to your fingers and toes first, and then starting to creep up your spine. You managed a shaky breath, avoiding both their gazes as you exhaled. "I want to preface this by saying that my boyfriend and I love each other very much, so you guys don't have to worry about him." The words came out choppy, anxiety clearly coating your throat.

You could almost hear Jonathan's eyebrows furrowing as he asked, "What's he got to do with…" His voice trailed, as if already figuring out exactly what you were about to say.

Another shaky breath escaped your lips as you lifted your head. You still avoided eye contact, this time fearful they'd see the panic-induced tears welling beneath your eyes. "I…" you started, knowing that once you said the words, there'd be no going back, "I'm pregnant."

Jonathan took the news exactly how you'd expected: leaning back against the counter, running a hand through his messy brown hair, and his complexion going from its normal pale shade to stark white. Will took the information much better than your older brother: not saying anything but pulling you in for a soft hug.

While the two of them processed the statement you'd made, a new feeling washed over you, like you were finally beginning to process the news yourself. Your nerves began to settle, and the nervous tingling in your fingertips was being overtaken by… relief? Excitement? Contentment?

[ Now, November of 1991 ]

Whatever the word was, you liked it much more than the horrible, guilty, suppressing thoughts that had been weighing you down for the past week. You'd be okay, no matter what happened. Because you had the best support system, one that made your heart swell with luckiness.

The bell chimed as the door swung open, pulling your attention away from the book you'd been reading in between taking customers. Normally, your attention would be on cleaning the equipment between orders or making sure tables were cleared off, but finals were only a couple weeks away, and that had stolen your attention this particular day.

"Hi, welcome to Brew and Me." The statement came out in its normal cheery tone, one that quickly gave way to an opposing expression as your eyes met familiar, wire-framed ones.

Steve stepped up to the counter as an unfamiliar curly-haired man followed behind him, digging in every single pocket of his leather jacket to find his wallet. In juxtaposition to Steve's neutral scrubs, the man wore a bright flannel beneath his jacket, and instead of having glasses perched on his nose, he sported sunglasses atop his head that were nearly hidden by his mop of dark curls.

You quickly turned your attention back to Steve, intrigued by whatever his order might be this time. "What's your guess this time, Lennon?" you asked, the words dripping sarcasm as your arms folded tightly in front of your chest.

Not taking the bait, Steve quickly changed the conversation. "Whatcha reading?" he asked, the words melting together in a way that made your stomach melt just the same.

Still, you wouldn't take the bait either, not backing down from your usual banter. "Mouth Hygiene by Alfred Fones."

"Sexy," he chuckled, earning a small snicker from the man behind him. Steve pushed his glasses up his nose, a cocky smirk appearing on his lips before he spoke again. "To answer your question though, I was wondering if I could just get today's special?"

"Something about me says, 'iced cold brew with cinnamon cold foam'? Good to know."

Steve leaned forward on the counter, and you had to resist the urge to watch his scrubs tighten around his muscled arms. "Well, it's like your personality. A little sweet at first, but then bold and bitter."

You started to reply but got cut off by another snicker from the leather-clad man standing behind your handsome nurse. "So this is the barista you're always talking about."

Before Steve could quip out a response, you met the two men with raised brows. Curiosity bubbled inside you. "Oh? Is that so?"

"Eddie, I swear to God, if it wouldn't get me kicked out of med school, I'd murder you," Steve grumbled.

The curly-haired man just smirked, a small huff of amusement leaving his lips. "You wouldn't dare. You love Chrissy and Wayne too much to ever hurt them like that."

"I could overlook it this one time, trust me," he quipped to Eddie. To you, he simply asked, "So, how's about that daily special?"

You quickly scribbled down his order before taking his money in contemplative silence. You knew Steve had a crush on you—that much was obvious, between his flirtatious remarks and endless efforts to get your phone number, not to mention his very generous tips—but the idea of him telling his friends all about you had butterflies shooting off in your belly like fireworks.

Steve soon headed in the direction of his favorite table, leaving Eddie to step up to the counter. His eyes narrowed in on the menu hanging above you, his tongue clicking as he contemplated his decision. Eventually, he landed on a white chocolate mocha, and your stomach growled at the thought.

"By the way," he said, sliding his money toward you, "he really does talk about you all the time, even if he's too shy to admit it."

Your cheeks flushed as you looked away, conveniently focusing on the cash register than on him. "Really?"

"Oh, yeah," he smiled. "Steve could go on and on for hours about your beautiful hair or gorgeous smile or whatever part of you he's thinking about that day. Just the other day, he wouldn't stop talking about your eyes. Not to mention, he's constantly raving about how no one could ever make drinks the way you do, hence why I'm here today."

Forget fireworks. With every word that passed through Eddie's lips, explosions of butterflies danced and spun around in your belly, tingles shooting up your spine.

After a few seconds, you finally gained enough composure to speak again. "Well, the feeling is definitely mutual," you admitted, your cheeks hot enough to steam milk.

"Good," Eddie said, the word quiet and simple and straight to the point. "He's a good guy. He's… a terrible roommate," a small laugh followed the remark, "but he really is a good guy."

The tingles on your spine somehow increased tenfold as you listened to Eddie's statements. You knew Steve was good, but hearing the people that knew him outside the coffee shop talk so highly of him made you swoon.

You didn't say anything in response, you were too busy trying to hide the blush burning across your entire face. You quickly got to work on their drinks, looking for any reason to avoid eye contact with the men. While it probably wasn't possible, you'd convinced yourself that one micro expression gone wrong could reveal every thought racing through your mind, and decided it was best to avoid the two until you collected yourself and your thoughts.

Still, your heart couldn't help but flutter at Eddie's words about the lovestruck nurse. Were it not for Mandy—and your trust issues—you might hop over the counter and give Steve your home phone number on the spot. After all, with every new day that passed and every new attempt at guessing your coffee order, you only found yourself falling for him that much more.

But you had a little girl at home, in need of protection. After all the sorry examples of men she'd had thus far in her mere three years on earth, it would take Steve a lot more than a couple of big tips and flirty banter for you to trust him.

So, you made quick work of changing the channel in your brain, no longer focusing on the one playing only lovesick lullabies and switching instead to one with barista ballads and zeroing your thoughts in on your work. If Steve really and truly wanted a shot with you, he'd have to work hard, no matter how sweet the things his friend had spilled about him were.

This is my formal apology stating that I am so sorry this was posted so late in the day! I had planned on queuing it for earlier in the day but didn't get home from work last night until super late. Anyway, I apologize and hope that next week's chapter will be posted on time!

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[ajesterwrites]

10. the fashionable miss forbes

summary: while bonnie pulls back, you and caroline get some alone time. sheriff forbes delivers devastating news.

pairings: caroline forbes x reader (platonic)

warnings: mention of death

word count: 2.7K

"TONIGHT, night of the comet! Would you like a program?" Bonnie recited, handing a flyer to a passing group of strangers as she, you, and Caroline strolled down the sidewalk. You scanned the flyer, wondering why on Earth you even needed it. It was all anyone had talked about for the past week. Vicki had been attacked. Ryder could be dead. And all this town cared about was this stupid festival. Bonnie glanced at you. "He didn't call, huh?"

"If by him you mean Stefan, then yes," You confirmed. You hadn't spoken all day either. You weren't sure why you were disappointed. Sure, you hit it off, but that didn't mean they had something. He was your friend, and you were delusional. "And I was wondering why until I realized that during our eight-hour talk session, I never even gave him my number."

"That's an important milestone in any relationship."

"Well, you know me," You shrugged. "I'm not a milestone kind of person."

Bonnie laughed. "What are you talking about? You used to document everything. Like that time you taped weed against one of the pages in your scrapbook?"

"I did that?" You asked, frowning. All the time in the trauma center must have screwed with a few of your memories. If only you could forget the memories of the center.

"You don't remember? Your parents freaked!" Bonnie exclaimed, and you giggled, but soon her smile faded. "Look. Caroline and I are worried about you. Ever since you've come back, you've been acting... not like yourself."

"What do you mean?"

"It's just..." Bonnie sighed. "I've never even seen you pick up a sketchbook until yesterday. You love to cook, I remember we used to try out different recipes all the time even though you were terrible at it. And you and Vicki always fought when you were sober, but at the end of the day, you two were good friends."

"What are you saying?"

"That you've changed." Bonnie confessed, smiling sadly. "Y/N...what happened to you?"

The pitiful look on her face was lethal. You nearly winced, but kept your composure and shrugged. "Nothing happened," You assured her but it didn't alleviate your friend's concern the way you hoped it would. "I mean it. Nothing happened, okay?"

"Alright," Bonnie replied reluctantly. "But if you ever need someone to talk to, we're all here for you."

"I know," You said, giving her a fond smile. Bonnie happily returned the gesture and grabbed your shoulder comfortingly. You handed a flyer to a passerby, hardly noticing how quickly Bonnie snatched her hand away, as if she'd touched the steam from a kettle.

You noticed Caroline across the lawn, a flirtatious grin on her face as she stalked towards someone. You followed the determined blonde's gaze but frowned when you realized no one was there—at least no one who seemed to be interested or even aware. You glanced back at Caroline, who appeared to be as lost as you. What the-?

"Care, you alright?"

"What?" Caroline's head snapped in your direction. She blinked into reality and faked a smile before joining the pair. "Yeah, I'm fine. So what are you two going on about?"

"I have to go," Bonnie blurted out. Before either girl could say anything, she spun around and rushed away, stealing a frightened look at you. You tilted your head to the side. What was that all about?

Caroline faced you, furrowing her eyebrows. "What's going on with her?"

"I'm not sure." Bonnie seemed...afraid of you. But she had no reason to be, right? What you had done to her? Unless...

Unless she saw something. What if she really was a witch? What if she had psychic powers and could see into your head? But...no. That was absurd. Just because her ancestors were from Salem didn't mean she was psychic. Bonnie's reaction could be due to a number of factors, factors which didn't even include you. It wasn't personal. It surely felt personal...but feelings weren't always the best judgment. It wasn't like Bonnie was the most forthcoming about her home life.

Within seconds, Caroline confused expression flipped into a dazzling smile. "So I was thinking, since tonight's a very special night and Stefan's going to be there, I should do your hair and makeup."

"Caroline, I am not going to let you come anywhere near me with a curling or flat iron."

"But-"

"Last time, you almost burned my eyebrow off!"

"I was seven!" Caroline exclaimed, and you shook your head. "Fine! But at least let me pick out your outfit."

You opened your mouth to protest but quickly snapped it back shut. It'll be our first one-on-one since I came back, you thought. And it's a step towards normalcy.

Caroline stared at you with anticipation. You looked into her wide, excited eyes and sighed. "I have two conditions," You decided. "The first is I will not look like anything between the lines of prom queen or hooker."

"Done!" Caroline declared. "And the second?"

"The jacket stays."

You extended your hand. Smiling, Caroline gave it a light shake. "Deal."

◇◇◇

You threw yourself on the cloud-like blankets, sinking in the refreshing fluff. You were wearing nothing but a bra and shorts, and your body felt so much lighter. It'd been a while since you'd visited the Forbes household but God, had you missed it. You suddenly remembered the secret to your sleepovers; you had the best movies and Bonnie had the best snacks, but Caroline had the best blankets.

"How's this?" Caroline asked, holding up a yellow sundress. You were currently in her bedroom, picking out an outfit. Unfortunately, you weren't making it very easy. Over the past hour, your complaints had been that the dresses were too flashy, too short, too long, too spotty—the last one was "too sporty." Caroline didn't even know what that meant!

You pulled herself from bed heaven and stared at the dress in front of her. It was pretty...for a cowgirl living in the countryside, maybe. You shook your head. "Too bright."

Caroline sighed exasperatedly. "Okay, really?" You had always been rather difficult to dress, but this was just ridiculous. It was one dress! For one night!

"What?" You asked with an innocent laugh. Caroline rolled her eyes and stuffed the dress back between a million others.

You peered into the closet, inspecting the array of colors and fabrics. It was like a shopping mall in there. Or the rainbow Dorothy sang about. You perked up when you caught a glimpse of black silk. "Wait is that my jumpsuit? I've been looking all over for that!"

Caroline raised an eyebrow, giving you a judgmental stare. "You wanna wear that with a leather jacket?"

"Fine, how about that?" You pointed at a small blue, black, and white checkered dress. It was subtle, casual, short but not too short, and it mixed well with leather.

"Plaid?" Caroline asked skeptically. She'd never known you to wear plaid. In fact, that was one of the few things only she and Bonnie had in common. Caroline was pretty sure she'd borrowed that dress from Bonnie junior year, actually.

"Would you rather have me wear the jumpsuit?"

"Plaid it is," Caroline replied instantly and pulled it off the rack. You took it from her hands and pulled it on. Caroline sized you up and down as she smoothed out the wrinkles with her hands. "Hm...It's missing something."

Caroline beelined for her drawer. After a minute of rummaging through her belongings, she came across what she was looking for: a pair of golden hoops. "Here."

You rubbed them between your fingers, inspecting them carefully. They were hard spirals. Probably not too tough. Made of cheap nickel or aluminum. Just like the ones...

"Y/N?"

Just like the ones your mother used to wear. You smiled, raising your head to meet Caroline's concerned eyes. "They're beautiful. Thanks, Care."

Caroline returned the smile, unaware of the context, but knowing there was something deeper going on. Knock, knock.

"Ugh Mom, I have company!" She shouted at the door, rolling her eyes. The door was gently pushed open to reveal none other than Sheriff Forbes. She was still in uniform—you couldn't recall ever seeing her without it. When she saw you, her eyebrows quirked in surprise.

"Y/N," She greeted merrily, a light smile gracing her lips. "I thought I heard you...I didn't know you were stopping by."

You nodded cordially. "Caroline's just helping me get ready for the festival."

"Oh..." Sheriff Forbes seemed to ponder something for a moment.

"Do you need something?" Caroline snapped. It was no secret that Caroline and her mother didn't get along. Ever since her dad left them after coming out as gay, all Caroline had was her mom...but it seemed like all Sheriff Forbes had was her job.

Sheriff Forbes cleared her throat. "Well, since you're here, do you mind if I speak with you for a moment?"

Your heart thumped. Speak with you? About what? You'd already told Sheriff Forbes everything you knew...well, everything you knew at the time. It's not like you could tell her that Ryder was a vampire and he might have assaulted Vicki.

"Really, Mom?"

You forced a smile. It would look worse if you didn't cooperate. Plus, you'd known Sheriff Forbes almost your whole life. You couldn't say she was trustworthy for sure, but you did have history. "It's okay, Caroline. I'll be back in a minute."

Caroline groaned. "Fine, whatever, just hurry up!"

"I will, I promise." You held out your pinky finger. Caroline scoffed but interlocked pinkies. Sheriff Forbes glowed at your interaction. Caroline crossed her arms as her mom and best friend walked out.

"Let's go to the kitchen," Sheriff Forbes suggested. You followed after her, glancing around the hall. Everything looked the same. Polished wooden floors. Olive green walls. Darker than Holly's eyes but full of charm and life. The doors were made of glass panels and white frames.

You remembered summers spent in this home, looking at your reflection in the panels as you compared heights with Bonnie and Caroline. The fridge that you and the girls raided one night in July before sneaking up to Caroline's room and dividing the ice cream and gummy bears. Sheriff Forbes had hidden it there, hoping the girls wouldn't see it until the following afternoon, but you noticed everything—and you were quick to spill.

"Do you want anything to eat?"

You snapped out of the memory. "No. Thank you."

You sat down at the table. Sheriff Forbes sat across from you, observing you with empathy and uncertainty. "You're a good kid, Y/N," Sheriff Forbes began. "And you and Caroline are such great friends, which is why I don't want to haul you all the way to the station."

You shifted in your seat and set your clasped hands on the table. "What's going on?"

"After the animal attack on Vicki Donovan, we scoured the woods to find whatever it was that bit her," Sheriff Forbes explained carefully, studying your reaction. Okay...animal attack...Vicki...what did any of this have to do with her? "And we found a body instead. Ryder Duran."

You stared.

For a moment, you didn't know where you were, like you'd forgotten you existed. You hadn't even realized you were crying until the teardrops trickled on your hands and slid against the table. Then it hit.

Ryder was...he was gone.

"So it was him," You whispered. You blinked, meeting the sheriff's eyes. "I saw him...at the bonfire. I didn't want to believe..."

"I'm sorry, Y/N." Sheriff Forbes reached for your hands and pat them tenderly.

You sniffled and wiped your tears. Now was not the time to lose your composure. "How did he die?"

"We're still waiting on the autopsy," Sheriff Forbes replied. "We don't know really anything about him, except that he was good friends with you. In fact, we wouldn't even have ID'd him if it wasn't for the cell we found in his back pocket."

"I don't know if I can help you."

The sheriff smiled reassuringly. "Anything information is helpful, Y/N. Just tell me about your relationship. Were you two close?"

Close, You wanted to scoff. The last time you spoke, it was because he sold your brother drugs. You'd called him an asshole...that was the last word you'd said to him. He hadn't heard it but it didn't matter. That was your last thought of him...that he was an asshole undeserving of your affection. All because he hung up on you to talk to some stranger. What if the person who had interrupted your final conversation killed him?

"Y/N?"

"We weren't best friends or anything," You finally responded. Sheriff Forbes brought her hands back. "We'd only known each other three months but...we got along."

"How did you two meet?"

You smiled. Oh, you could never forget the day you met Ryder Duran. You'd been scared out of your wits; he was the only person to ever put the fear of God in you. But you couldn't say that. You had to stick with the plan: operation return-to-normalcy. Your story was ready. All you had to do was be convincing. You couldn't show weakness.

"When my parents died, I was sent to Coral City's Trauma Center," You recounted. You'd practiced this with Holly so many times just to be safe, but never thought it'd be necessary. "Ryder and I had the same schedule. So during meal hours, we talked. He didn't tell me much about his home life, except that he was adopted and he had a sister."

Sheriff Forbes nodded thoughtfully. "Do you know where she is now?"

"His entire family passed away in a fire," You said flatly. The sheriff blinked. "I think I was his only friend." To think the last time they spoke, you blew him off.

"Can you tell me more about the center?"

You glanced at the wall behind her. Green. Like soft moss or pond water. "What do you want to know?"

"Did you like it there?"

You allowed yourself to scoff. "Away from my friends, family, and everything I love? Of course not. We had no contact with the outside world. The only thing I had to keep me sane were my journals, sketchbooks, and the nurses."

"That sounds like a prison," Sheriff Forbes remarked. The uncertainty was back. Perhaps you should've maintained eye contact...but how could you look someone in the eye and hide the horrors you'd been through? Of all the things she'd seen and experienced, that was the most impossible. But the best lie had a semblance of truth.

"It felt like one." You and the other patients had a word for it: purgatory. But none of them dared say it in the presence of the doctors and outsiders. You cleared your throat. "Is that all? I should go, Caroline's waiting on me."

"Of course." Sheriff Forbes rose to her feet and offered a hand. "Thank you for your help, Y/N." You gave it a firm shake and stood, forcing a smile. "I'll let you know as soon as we find something."

"Thanks," You said gratefully. "And do you mind if we keep this between us? I just don't want...you know..."

Sheriff Forbes smiled with understanding. "Your secret's safe with me."

When you returned to Caroline's bedroom, your mind had drifted to all sorts of hell. But with your best friend present, you couldn't break. You'd already cracked before Sheriff Forbes. That was a mistake. You couldn't make it again.

Caroline, who'd been standing by the window, turned when she heard you enter. "What was that all about?"

"Nothing," You sighed, and plopped on the bed. "She was just asking me questions about the animal attack."

"I told her she needs to stop hounding people!" Caroline exclaimed. She plucked a tube of lipstick from her dresser and gestured wildly with her hands. "It's not like any of us saw anything and even if someone did, they were probably too wasted to remember."

You arched an eyebrow at the tube. "Um, what is that?"

"It's called lipstick," Caroline responded slowly, as if speaking to a child. "Made in 1884, the thing people apply to their lips when they want to look nice."

You rolled your eyes. "Alright, smartass, I know what it is. I'm not wearing that."

You didn't have a problem with makeup, but this was just going overboard.

"But-"

"Don't push it."

[worriedvision]

Cyno neglecting the reader because his work is that hectic and he doesn't have a chance to rest at home?

Gender neutral reader, angst with a happy ending.

--

"Tighnari, do you know where-" You begin to ask, Tighnari shaking his head no. "Oh...Okay. Thanks anyway." You finish, thinking to yourself.

It had been a couple of months since you last saw Cyno, you knew he was a man who had a tough job. He had a dangerous workplace, and he had responsibilities as the General Mahamatra, and you knew he kept you out of his work because of the risk it would bring you. Truth be told, only Tighnari knew you were in a committed relationship with Cyno. He approved of how you treated Cyno after his initial fear you may have been using him for his money or status. He became your friend when you had taken care of a particularly nasty wound Cyno had got, not hesitating out of fear of touching the nasty wound.

When he started to grow distant due to work, you found it confusing. Sure, he was sometimes away for a while, but he always wrote letters to you to reassure you he did love you, but you received absolutely no correspondence. You heard from Tighnari he was doing well, and he did get a short letter regarding how his work was, but Tighnari refused to show you the letter.

"Has he fallen out of love with me?" You croak out quietly, Tighnari's ears twitching in surprise. You take this as a yes, walking away as you return to your cottage home. You hear Tighnari calling for you, but you speed up in response to hearing his concerned yell.

--

You weren't ready to move on, nowhere near it. You couldn't buy the idea of never seeing Cyno again. If he was to talk to you one last time to break up with you in person, you would have some proper closure from the man himself. You knew better than to assume he would just leave you without having a discussion about losing his feelings, so you could only brace yourself for the inevitable break-up that would come with your boyfriend coming to visit your cottage for the last time.

Your cottage used to be so warm and cozy when it was just yourself, and it got even more comfortable when Cyno had entered your life. Seeing your boyfriend unwind and be himself was so nice, knowing he had so much on his plate.

Now, you felt out of place in your own home. He made your house your true home, it felt so right having him in your life. It was going to be difficult for you, but you knew you'd have to put the cottage up for sale so you could find another place. Plus, someone else would be able to call it their new lovely home.

You landed up returning to Tighnari, and he expects you to ask about Cyno again. It was only natural, he knew you were worried and he was your boyfriend.

"How much do you think my cottage could go for?" You ask Tighnari, him tilting his head.

"I thought you liked your home. I for one think it suits you well." Tighnari responds, raising a brow as he awaits your response.

"...I can't stay there anymore." You sigh out. "I am reminded of Cyno every time I look at a room in the house. Archons, I even remember the first time I let him into the house, that front door has memories."

"Cyno loves you, you know?" Tighnari places a hand on his hip.

"I haven't heard from him in months, Tighnari. I haven't even received any letters." You explain. "I know his work vaguely, but he always got out of his way to write letters to me. The fact you've received a letter from him and I'm still waiting should say it all, really."

"Are you implying he has changed his affections to me? I must correct you immediately." Tighnari tuts, flicking your forehead. As you rub your head, he continues. "The letter was nothing significant, believe me."

"So...what price would you-"

"Don't you dare sell that cottage of yours. Trust me, wait." Tighnari warns you. Before you can ask him why he was so certain you got the wrong end of a stick, he was called away for some urgent work.

The moment you return home, Cyno is standing at your front door waiting for you. He had a small box in his hand, and he looks up when he hears you let out a shaky sigh.

"I loved the time I spent with you." You begin. "I understand you've grown to no longer like me the same way I like you, and I know it's selfish but I can't bring myself to return to being friends with you."

"Please, allow me to explain my absence." Cyno asks, you letting him in. You were as well getting some sort of explanation as to why he stopped contacting you for months.

"I have had...a particularly dangerous mission." Cyno explains. "I couldn't risk contacting you, I wouldn't be able to live with myself if you had been put into harms way because of my recklessness."

"But you sent that letter to Tighnari." You pout, crossing your arms as you look away from him.

"That was only a letter sent on my behalf to warn him not to venture into a specific part of the forest unless he had backup." Cyno states. "My feelings for you are as strong as they were the first night I spent with you." Cyno confesses, taking your hands in his. "These months have been so difficult for me. I wanted to visit you on multiple occasions, but I knew that people were making attempts to take away everything I love. Now that the issue has started to lessen, I can now assure you that I am yours, and yours only."

You can't help but tear up. Cyno did love you, and you should have known he wouldn't have stopped contacting you if he lost his feelings for you.

"Now, I suppose you won't need this anymore." Cyno looks over, an incomplete application for selling your cottage.

"Tighnari convinced me not to sell it." You explain, noting Cyno squeezing your hands in response. "What?"

"Why have you been talking to Tighnari about selling the cottage? Did he make any moves on you?" Cyno looks at you, demanding a response.

"No, he didn't make any moves...Hold on, are you jealous?" You ask.

"...No..." Cyno trails off. "...Yes..."

"You know I don't see Tighnari as anything more nor less than a friend." You tut, Cyno nodding.

"...Wait, were you jealous that he received a letter and you didn't?" Cyno asks, you spluttering and looking away bashfully. "Looks like both of us were jealous." He teases.

"Shut up and cuddle with me." You drag Cyno along to your bed, Cyno not protesting as he looks forward to catching up with his physical affection with you.

[stacywaters]

Just Pretend (BEOMGYU) CH1 - Promposal

"...huh?"

"I was wondering if you could pretend to be my date!"

Just Pretend -The Beginning-

I blend the blush outwards from my face. Reaching into a drawer, I open a similar color of pink lipstick and add just a bit to my lips. Glancing at myself in the mirror, I smile. A simple, natural look.

Then I notice my hair.

"Ugh! No matter how much I brush it out, it still looks all weird!" I run my fingers through it a few times before giving up.

I heft my bag onto my shoulders and walk out the door. As I walk to the bus stop, I contemplate my plans for the day. I had it all figured out. I was going to ask Beomgyu to prom.

Worry builds in my mind as I think about it. What if he says no? Or that he's already going with someone? What if he lies that he's going with someone in order to spare my feelings, when in reality he's not going at all?

I need a way to ask him without really asking him. Feel out wether he likes me or not before I make a move.

I ponder this as the bus rolls up to the small corner. The crowd of students around me flood into the tiny bus, most moving to the back of the vehicle. It's a bumpy ride to the school. I put in my headphones to block out the chattering students around me.

When I finally get to class, I slump down to my seat in the very back. My classmates make their way into the classroom as well. It was the first lesson of the day, and luckily, it was only 30 minutes long. We took notes as the teacher lectured. If it weren't for my messy handwriting in my notebook, I'd have no memory of what we had learned today, because I spent the whole time staring at Beomgyu.

He turns to talk to a friend sitting behind him, accidentally catching my gaze in the process. I tear my eyes away from him. I hide my heated face with my hand and try to focus on the notes. What has gotten into me? He's just a guy... He is just another student at this school. I have no reason to be so obsessed with him. This is not like me at all.

"Okay class, that's the end of the lesson for today. Remember that your homework is due at the beginning of class this Wednesday!"

Everyone is rushing out of the room as I stumble to get close to Beomgyu. He's not scary, I have no reason to be afraid of him. Yet I find my hands shaking as they grasp my textbooks. I stare at the ground as I walk past the rows of desks.

"Uh, Hi" I smile at him.

He turns to me, "Hey Y/N"

"I was wondering if you could go with me to, um, prom" I force myself to keep eye contact with him, despite wanting to run away.

"What?" he asks, a blank look on his face.

Internally, I cringe. Trying to regain my confidence, I continue, "well, I wasn't going to go to prom, but everyone keeps talking about it, and, um," I read the confusion on his face. He's going to say no. He is absolutely going to say no. I can't do this. What can I say to avoid the rejection? "I need help lying to my parents!"

His face contorts, "...huh?"

"Yeah! My mom, she has this weird fascination with my social life, and she really really wants me to ask a guy out to prom! But the thing is, I don't like anybody," I lie, "so I was wondering if you could pretend to be my date so she stops bothering me about it!"

He pauses in thought. Eventually he meets my eyes again, "I wasn't originally going to go, but I can help you out"

"Really?!" I gasp in shock that my crazy plan even worked.

"Yeah, just text me the details" he smiles softly, "wait, do you have my phone number?"

I pretend to think, "Uh, no... I don't think so"

"Here, let me give it to you" He pulls out his phone.

-----

The rest of the day I mindlessly go to my classes. I'm going to prom with Choi Beomgyu!!! Except... not really. My lie about my mom being too concerned with my social life was just supposed to soften the blow of him rejecting me. I was hoping to leave with him rejecting my promposal, but not rejecting my feelings; I figured it would be easier to handle if he didn't know that I liked him. If he thought I just asked him because I was asking everyone, and that way I would save my pride.

But he said yes. He agreed to go to prom with me. Or pretend to, anyways. So... he must like me some amount to agree to go, but I'm guessing he doesn't like-like me. my feelings aren't shared.

And that hurts.

Ding!

I turn to the kitchen table where I set my phone. As I turn it over, the screen lights up with a notification from Beomgyu:

Choi Beomgyu: What do you want me to wear for prom?

Me: I don't know... I haven't actually picked out what I'm going to wear yet haha

Choi Beomgyu: Okay

I knit my eyebrows. He must be a dry texter. Unless... Does he hate me?!

The door opens as my mom walks in, "I'm home"

"Mom!" I jump, "Hey, I have to ask you something"

"What is it?"

I take a deep breath, "Can I go to prom this Friday?"

[readercognito]

A Nearly Sleepless Night

Modern!Sherlock x Reader

(yes, it's got a truth potion plot point.)

(Y/n)’s peaceful slumber was rudely interrupted by the telltale ringing of her cell. Blindly reaching to the charging device she barely managed to get a look at the caller ID before she groggily slapped it against her ear. 

“What on earth are doing calling me at-” I lift up the phone, eyes tearing up due to how bright my screen was. “-2 A.M. John?” I mumbled into the receiver.

“It’s Sherlock, he needs you.” Johns voice crackled over the line, a worried twinge entering his voice at the last two syllables.

But I was too fogged with sleep to notice “Unless he’s dying, he doesn’t need me.”

“I’m really sorry to wake you up (Y/n). But he won't. Stop. TALKING. I'm at my wit's end! He was out on some mad errand and now he's at my home and divulging anything that's come across his mind!" Said John.

"Oh, dear." I said the claws of sleep slowly loosening it's grasp on me. "Tell me poor Mary wasn't anywhere near him…"

"No, thank God. She's asleep, but he's getting louder, and in all honesty I don't know how long this will last." John that thread of worry turning into a full blown tapestry.

I sighed, knowing just what I was going to sacrifice. Just what my dear old friend was alluding to. But I had to give a good night's rest one last try.

"John, do you love me?" I asked pitifully.

"Not that much I'm afraid." Said John, an air of relief in his teasing tone.

I huffed "Fine. Bring the twat over! You owe me a great deal for this."

And just like that, my night was sleepless.

John brought over Sherlock in less than ten minutes after the call. He was unceremoniously shoved into my home without another word, John left. That is where the fun began.

“Sit down on the couch Sherlock so I can look you over”, I commanded.

And like a puppet on strings he rather oddly walked over to my couch and sat down. I shook it off as soreness from a beating he surely had gotten.

His button up and jeans were wrinkled and dirty. Any semblance of his usual leather jacket was nowhere to be seen. He had a split lip, and what looked like a developing shiner. His hair was ruffled and looked a little burnt. All in all he looked like hell. But what really startled me is what came out of his mouth next.

"You look very pretty when you're concerned. About me that is." He blurted.

To be perfectly honest he looked as surprised as I felt. Afterwards he rather promptly (and childishly) slapped his hand over his mouth. A series of muffled mumbles following.

"Aside from that Sherlock, what on earth happened to you? I thought you weren't taking that case with the mob ties." I said, a little disappointed he went against my back for this.

"I lied, I didn't want you getting involved. I can’t stand seeing you-” And back went the hand, a slight blush painting his pale freckled face.

I was getting a little upset by all the mystery right about now. “Shirley if you don’t explain yourself I will tie your hands together behind you! Now stop muffling yourself, and speak to me clearly!”

Then Sherlock did something I really wasn't expecting…

He did exactly as I said.

Sherlock's hand shot from his mouth as if burnt by a hot coal. 

“I can’t stand it when you get hurt. Especially when it’s because of a case I’m on.” He blurted the faint pink of his cheeks starting to redden.

I was shocked to say the very least. Only able to mumble a faint “what?” In my own shock, failing to notice Sherlock desperately trying to cover his mouth. His hand only hovering in front of his mouth. Honestly with the way he treated me most of the time. Well lets just say near constant aloofness, and dismissal of one's general opinions and ideas isn’t really grounds for growing affection. But then again, more recently he’s had moments of a strange gentleness and being unusually thoughtful.

Just last week he had fixed my beloved locket when it broke. It was honestly the most thoughtful thing I had ever seen him do. Which got me thinking thoroughly of our time together, and how protective he’s gotten over the last four months. Getting less and less forthcoming with his exploits, trying to keep me out of entire cases on occasion! Which honestly is more infuriating than anything else, he did hire me to write about his exploits after all. (Since he wasn’t really fond of the paper constantly getting details wrong.) 

I looked at Sherlock, he was unusually quiet and rather fidgety. He sent an nervous glance, and though he was trying to hide it he looked very tense. But strangely still on the exact spot of the couch that he sat on when I asked him to sit on my couch.

Sherlock being the sort of person he is, usually paces or shifts from chair to chair, often room to room. Usually by this point in the conversation we would be in the kitchen or even my bathroom by this point. But here he was still as a statue, on my couch. 

“Sherlock, please don't keep secrets from me. You look like you’ve been through the ringer, and you’re acting weird... Well, weirder than usual.” I said sitting next to him. 

Sherlock winced, then spouted.

“It wasn’t just tied to the mob. It was a trap, I was so stupid! How did I not see something so obvious!” Sherlock puts his head in his hands. Looking defeated and frustrated.

I put my hand on his shoulder, in an effort to comfort him. I knew he hated feeling outdone, or worse out thought…

"Why don't you tell me what happened?" I asked softly.

It turns out that the “missing” man wasn't missing at all. He was a murder victim of The Vipers, a new and ruthless gang. The police had been trying to find the gang’s hideout but everytime they got close the Vipers moved and the police had to start from square one. Sherlock had been asked to be brought in, but refused because the case didn’t sound “exciting enough”. He thought that the mysterious murder he took up was related to the Vipers. He got more interested and even found the Vipers Current hideout. Unfortunately, that was exactly what the Vipers had wanted. After a heated scuffle, he was knocked out, and when he had come too there was the Viper leader. Gage Boyd, spent ten years in the clink for the murders of three fifteen year-old girls, though the police (and Sherlock, who had actually put him behind bars) believed there were more. 

Gage bragged about the supposed "obedience serum" saying that he would make Sherlock tell all that he knew. Which Sherlock being himself, meant an awful lot.

"Is Steven safe?" I asked, worried for our mutual friend.

"Yes, his cover is intact. I was able to make my escape before any truly important information was wrestled from me. But it seems that their 'serum' has quite a long lasting effect…" said Sherlock, his hands fidgeting with the remnants of this shirt.

"Oh, so what you said…" I trailed off.

"Yes, it was due to the serum." He said. Refusing to look me in the eye.

"Sherlock, what were you saying before about me going on cases?" I asked, sitting next to him.

The redness in his cheeks returned full force and fidgeting but seemingly unable to move from his spot on the couch. 

"W-well with what ha-happened with the last case we were on I-" He stopped for a moment, seeming to reminisce…

Ah yes the last case I was on… let's just say some nasty men got a little too close to me for comfort.

"I don't want to have you in that situation ever again. I-I don't know what I'd do with myself if you really got hurt. I lo- I love you too much for that…" he said pulling at his shirt collar, as if trying to hide the furious blush creeping down his neck.

I'm not going to lie, I was shocked. Not in a bad way mind you, because I had been harboring feelings for the scruffy detective for the last two months.

"You might not believe me Sherlock," I said then grabbed his hand, shocking him out of his crimson stupor. "But I might just love you too…"

Sherlock turned to me, a soft smile adorning his face. I nearly recoiled, this was an expression I haven’t ever seen my shrewd detective wear. But honestly it was something I could get used to. 

I then remembered what time it was, and my first "order".

"Oh Sherlock I'm so sorry! You can move however you like now… and you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to. I'm so sorry for forcing any of this on you..."

Sherlock stood slowly, as if getting used to having legs all over again. After getting used to gravity again, he turned and fixed me with the softest look I had ever seen from him.

"It's… alright. I don't blame you for any of it, you didn't-couldn't have possibly known of my condition. In all honesty, I had thought the toxin would have worn off by now…" he said that defeated tone creeping in towards the end.

"Now Sher-" I was about to say 'now Sherlock don't worry about that' but to avoid ordering him around. I said "Whatever happens we'll get through this."

And so ends a nearly sleepless night.

[monalovesstarsz]

Maybe we could

Genre: Non idol au and idk what else to say 😭

Pairings: Shy sick sunghoonxchronic illness shy y/n (I clearly don't know how to do this)

Summary: Y/n starts to spend a lot of time in a hospital due to her health and its super lonely until she meets sunghoon and they agree to try their best to live as regular teens.

Warnings: uhh I'm not totally sure but illnesses, thoughts of death, hospitals, depression, mentions of death (probably)

Not proof read and I was like half asleep when I wrote this.. 😭

Chapter 1

You slowly opened your eyes. For some reason you didn't really remember what last happened. Once your vision fully came back you realized that you weren't in your room. It was pretty cold causing a shiver to run up your spine. You finally realized where you were. You were in a hospital room. You tried to remember what had happened. You woke up with a terrible headache but today was the day you finally had returned to school. You met up with Danielle and eventually the others joined you. You walked to your math class with jay and Hanni. Then you were walking with Danielle to your p.e class. It has all come back. Some dumb boy threw a stupid football too hard in your exact direction while you were standing on a bench causing you to fall and hit your head on the concrete floor. In Front of your whole p.e class. Potentially even more kids has seen you since it was passing period. You were incredibly embarrassed. You know how many popular kids you passed out in front of? You were about to continue with your mental rant except you had noticed that you had an IV and a feeding tube. Wait why exactly did you have a feeding tube? How long had you been here?

A while later a doctor came into your room, and introduced himself ad Mr.Lee. He then asked you some questions. He also explained that you had been in a coma for Two and a half weeksYou felt your heart drop to the bottom or your stomach. Two and a half weeks. How many days did you miss? All that school work must be piling up by now. Your grades your poor grades! You were thinking about this all without realizing Mr.lee had been calling your name, but suddenly a ringing sound accompanied by a sharp pain in the left side of your head causing you to hold your head in your hands.

"Y/n? Y/n!"

It went away as quickly as a it came

"Miss Y/n what was that? How do you feel?"

He said his tone full of concern

"I'm okay now but it was like a super loud ringing noise and a sharp pain on the left side of my head."

"I believe that was the side that you fell on when that ball hit you. It was a pretty harsh fall especially since you were at a distance from the ground. I think that was just a side affect that will go away as time passes."

After that he gave you a bag with your belongings. You searched for your phone and you texted the group chat that contained Danielle, Hanni, jay and Jake. You told them that you had woken up and you were wondering when you could go home but you got too scared to ask Mr.Lee before he left. They were glad you were finally woke up. When Mr.lee came back you asked him and he had let you know that they were conducting more thorough tests and that you needed to stay for further examination.

A few weeks had past and you still weren't out. You were getting bored and worried about your school work.

"Mr.Lee my mom asked me to ask you when I would be able to leave?"

"Miss y/n we were looking at your tests and we saw something but we still don't know what so we will have you keep you here for further examination, but don't worry Y/n we are trying our best to see what's up with you."

"Oh okay thanks you doctor."

Great there was something wrong with you after all and now you would be missing even more school. You decided to ask your friends to bring you your school work to the hospital so you could at least spend your time doing that. This day you didn't feel your best not even close but you were so bored. You asked your nurse if you could possibly go on a walk which she agreed to. You mentioned to her that you didn't feel great so she offered you a wheelchair. You agreed because why not at least your be able to get out of your room. You considered yourself lucky as your nurse was pretty young and acted more like your friend then a lady you took care of you. As she pushed you around the hospital you guys talked about random topics.

"Your pretty you for a nurse right?"

"oh not really I mean yeah I guess so but lately these days a lot of young people become nurses."

"I see."

"y'know how long it's been since I've talked to someone around my age? I'm glad I can talk to you!"

"Me too, Giselle! Not gonna lie but I was pretty nervous to talk to you at first not that your intimidating but I don't know y'know? Does that even make sense?" You said as you giggled

"Oh I could tell y/n but I could tell you were just shy that's all I'm glad you didn't run away when I first talked to you it looked like you were so scared when I finally did" she said as laughed at your behavior the first few days of your stay at the hospital.

You were laughing along with her until you you guys got to the lounge. You stopped laughing because you saw some guy who sat by a window looking out. He was really pale and tall. He had this mysterious aura to him. You wondered why he was here. You didn't notice how long you were staring until he eventually looked your way and you guys made long awkward eye contact. His eyes were pretty. You looked away once you came back to your senses. You sat a bit far from him. Giselle covered your view of him sadly.

"You were staring soo hard y/n.." Gisellse said it through her smile.

"Was I really? I didn't mean to I swear!! I just thought he looked about my age and I guess he looked alluring." You left out the fact that you thought he was pretty cute but your flustered face didn't.

"His name his sunghoon and hes from Korea but he's here to get treatment."

You hummed in response

"Pretty cute huh? Not my type but my little sister is practically in love with him. I can't blame her he literally looks like a model!! Don't worry though she's five so she doesn't have a chance." You could tell she was teasing you just a bit and your face got redder.

"I-uh um he is pretty good looking but it's not what you think!" It is exactly what she thinks

"He's pretty shy too I was his nurse for a bit, and he was so quiet. The only thing he ever said to me was 'thank you' or 'Please'. You guys have that in common and he's pretty lonely just like you when I'm not working."

You giggled. It was true though you were pretty lonely as when Giselle had school to attend to as she was studying to become a certain type of doctor. You notice Giselle's face lights up right before she speaks

"You guys should definitely become friends!!! Your lonely he's lonely perfect duo!! You should approach him first.Hmm you should go up and say hi right now!!"

"Huh wha- no way I couldn't. What if he's busy? " You try to reason with her but it was no use.

"Busy doing what? He's literally just staring out the window right now go say hi!!" Giselle was doing her best to sound as convincing as possible.

Maybe you should. No you wanted to be his friend, but the idea of you approaching him made your stomach so flips.

"Ohh c'mon y'know you want to!!" She read your face like a book. You had notice that she was really good at reading people so of course she knew you wanted a friend.

"Okay you're right I do but I don't.."

"You do but you don't? What does that even mean? Look he's nice and hell be happy you said hi trust me."

"Okay you're right but it's nerve-wracking I can't just go up to him. He probably thinks I'm some crazy girl."

"You're overthinking this Y/n, just go up to him and say hi!"

"You sure he won't call me crazy and shame me for saying hi and then push me out of my wheelchair?"

"Maybe you're right maybe you are a crazy girl."

"Was I being dramatic?

"Yeah a little y/n"

After that day Giselle had told you what he usually did and what days he did those things. He enjoyed going out onto the rooftop where the hospital grew gardens. He also took a walk around the hospital every day if he had the energy to do so. He also visited older patients on Sundays 'how sweet'. So like any sane person you decided to follow him around the hospital. You used the information Giselle had given you. You knew this was super weird and creepy but you really wanted to be friends with him. Giselle had other patients to attend to. Your friends couldn't visit you every day so you were pretty lonely most of the time.

"Is this what you consider normal? You've been following him for days now. Just say hi y/n."

"Yeah but that's kinda weird for me to say hi out of nowhere Giselle!"

"Oh but following him around the hospital isn't weird and not going to lie creepy?"

"What!! Y/n has been following that boy?" Danielle said covering her mouth. She was able to visit you before her art club began.

"Okay but it kinda is weird to just go up and say hi out of nowhere to him." You defended

"Heyyy I went up to you and said hi out of nowhere and that's how we became friends!!"

"Oh well that's normal for you and everyone wants to be your friend Danielle!!! Plus isn't your art club about to start?"

"Yeah I bet he wants to be your friend too Y/n!! And I have to go soon thanks for reminding me y/n!"

"She probably only reminded you because it's almost time for y/n to be a creep and follow sunghoon around."

"Giselle!!" You covered your face out of embarrassment after she had said that and you thrown a pillow in her direction lightly.

"Heyy I'm just being honest and visiting hours are almost over anyway it was really nice meeting you Danielle."

"Nice meeting you too Giselle! You both need to keep my updated with this I hope you become friends with sunghoon y/n."

"I hope so too bye bye Danielle!" You said as she pulled you into a hug and she left.

Once she had left Giselle helped you into your wheel chair and pushed you around the hospital. Once you guys finally saw sunghoon you started following him. This had been what you were doing in your free time. Which was all the time.

"Go say hi already!!" Giselle has been pushing you around for about 30 mins, and she had done this for the past few days.

"Noo not yet it's not the time yet!! You protested and with that she has pushed your wheel chair away from her and she left. She has pushed it and ran away. You hadn't really mastered how to use a wheelchair. Not that you needed it but Mr.lee had insisted that you used it. As you tried to maneuver it you were so focused you didn't hear footsteps coming towards you. You didn't really know how to turn. You moved your weight to one side to another trying to jump in place. That didn't really work out. You were so concentrated that you bumped into something. Wait no someone. Your head jolted up before you could even say sorry numerous times. You wished the earth would swallow you whole right in this moment.

"Uh hi?" He had a really pretty smile. Awkward yes but pretty nonetheless. When he smiled his fangs showed. 'cute'

"Uhm uh- Hi sunghoon!"

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I didn't mean for it to be this long and not get to the point sooner 😭 but yippie first chapter done!!!

[jennay]

Silver Screen Romance

The request: Sleep is for the weak

You fainted…straight into my arms. If you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.

(reader is working too hard and passes out on set.)

Master List

To say you'd been overworking was an understatement. You wanted to nail this part; it was your first big role, and we're determined to have your name remembered.

You stayed tucked away in your trailer. There weren't any distractions and no one to interrupt you.

Taking another sip of your coffee, you set your script down on the small couch. Eating would be a good idea, but you pushed it aside like it wasn't there to fuel your body.

A knock on the door distracts your mind from thinking about food. Sluggishly you walk to the door. You feel light-headed and dizzy. You make a mental note to eat something when whoever is knocking leaves.

You swing the door open to see your assistant Amber standing there. “On in forty.”

“Ok.” You wouldn't have time to eat. You needed to head over to hair and make-up for touch-ups. You grab your script and follow her.

“You don't look so good.” She says. “Have you slept in between takes?”

“Sleep is for the weak.” you don't want to talk about your lack of sleep and how hungry you really are. “I'm ok, I promise.” You lie.

When you arrive at where you are supposed to be, you sit down and allow the artists to do their job. You focus on your script, ensuring you don't miss a single word.

They finish with you and your head towards the set where you see your costar standing. “Hey.” He smiles brightly, “About ready?” He asks.

“Yeah, I'm just nervous I'm going to mess something up.” You feel your stomach growl. You sit down in a chair, feeling dizzy.

The director grabs Jamie’s attention and begins discussing things he wants to change about his character's movements.

When you stand black specks fill your vision. You feel warm and sweaty. Fuck. All the bad things you were doing to your body had finally caught up to you. The last thing you remember is your knees collapsing and everything going black.

The next thing you knew, medics were hovering over you. “Ah. There she is.” One man says he helps you sit and gives you a water bottle. “How are you feeling?” He asks.

You blink your eyes a few times, “I feel fine. Quite dizzy.” You admit. “Nothing I can't handle.”

He helps you stand, and you thank him for being patient and caring for you.

You run your hand down your face. Jamie is walking toward you, concern written on his face. “Feel better? You gave me quite the scare.”

You take a swig of water, “What happened?”

“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” He jokes, and you shyly smile.

“Thank you for catching me. That could have gone a lot worse if you weren't there.” You hold your stomach when it loudly growls.

“Let me buy you lunch?” Jamie offers. “We’re delayed for a few hours. They wanted to make sure you’d be able to rest.”

You feel embarrassed that the whole crew had to wait due to you not taking care of yourself. “Shit, I’m sorry.”

Jamie chuckles, “Don't worry, we've all been there. So yes, on food?”

You finally look up and notice you're not walking to your trailer. You're eyes glance to Jamie. “Where are we going?”

“My trailer, I have a tv and a comfortable couch. We can order food, and you can get some rest, or we can watch a movie.” He opens the door and allows you to walk in first. “Go ahead, sit. Make yourself comfortable.”

Jamie follows and sits next to you. He phones in order; he flinches when your head drops to his shoulder. You and Jamie weren't exactly best friends, but if you fell asleep that fast and that had, then he wouldn't budge. He’d let you relax and maybe even close his eyes as well. God knows you two needed it.

[themavywavy]

Pairing: Akashi Keiji x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k+

Summary: You thought you would be able to do it all but when things get complicated and you feel overwhelmed due to your upcoming exam, Akashi keiji is there to hold you still and remind you how he has always got you.

First post!! Yeah, time to win tumblr over!! Whoohoo!

As a third year, you had quite a burden on your shoulder. From worrying about which university you wanted to go to, to what you wanted to do in your future, it seemed as though you weren't sure about anything.

There was this thing that you really wanted to do but your parents were against it, however, you had managed to coax them into agreeing to, at least, let you give the exam. That is right, you wanted to join the Police Academy after your high-school graduation and for your further studies, you considered it to be a pretty good option.

The problem? Your parents weren't so fond about the idea and they certainly didn't like it when you flunked your college entrance exam.

You tried to explain it to them that you were busy preparing for something that you actually wanted to do, but they had dismissed it by saying that you simply were giving them excuses rather than owing up to your mistakes. But that wasn't the end of it, it became worse when your parents got to know how one of their colleagues' daughter passed the college enterance with flying colors. They had reprimanded you, asked you what you were doing.

At that point, you weren't sure what you were doing either. After getting all the snide comments from your parents, you weren't sure if you would be able to clear the exam that you were preparing for.

And hence there you sat in the library, working your pretty head off over formulaes and revision for the exam that you were supposed to be taking the next day.

The day started off fairly well, you going out of your house so that your parents don't make it their goal to direct all their attention on you, but sitting there in the library made you feel overwhelmed.

You looked at the clock,

6:49 P.M.

It read and you quite literally slammed your face against your book. Only 15 hours were left until your exam.

"Ugh, I still have so much to go through!" You whined silently, feeling frustrated at what life had thrown at you. "I wish I had one more day."

You wanted to scream, shout and curse at whoever was responsible for coming up with the idea of exam.

"How long have you been cooped up in here for?" You heard a familiar voice call out to you in concern, you were so busy lamenting that you didn't even hear him coming. You looked up from your book to see Keiji standing in front of you with a frown on his face.

You huffed at him, "Easy for you to say, you already know which university you need to go to."

"Don't you too?" He raised one of his eyebrows behind the glasses that he was wearing.

"I do, but this wasn't something I was studying for the past 3 years, was I? It was the college entrance exam and now I have suddenly changed tracks, I feel like I don't know anything." You said, "Ugh, I don't know what my parents are going to say once it's over."

He sighed as he bent down to be in your line of sight, "Don't think too much about it, you are going to do well. You have been studying hard for it."

"If studying for the exam you want to give just a month prior is something that you consider good, then sure." You protested. "Besides, my parents are going to quite literally disown me if I don't make it. My dad was spewing tales about his friend's daughter yesterday and how I could have at least tried to do better for my college entrance exam."

He hooked his finger under your chin and lifted up your drooping head so that he could look at you better, there were subtle dark circles underneath your eyes from studying so much.

It was clear to him that you had been sacrificing your sleep to catch up with the course. But to him, you looked really pretty, nonetheless. It was your determination that he admired the most in that moment.

He knew, it was a hard choice to give up something you had practised for three years just for the sake of your passion, it was risky but still you had done it and now that you were so close to your goal, he wasn't going to let your hopes go crashing down the roof.

"You know, someone told me that sometimes things are hard but it dosen't mean that they are impossible," He whispered softly, his finger still under your chin in case you decided to turn your face away from him.

"And even if your parents give up on you," he moved closer to you than he already was, his free hand going around you and resting on the Chair that was kept behind you, caging you between him and the chair.

"I will always be there for you," he whispered and if he hadn't been standing so close to you, you would have probably missed what he had said. "I will always beleive in you, always, and you might miss it the first time, but you need to be strong enough to get up and try again. And as long as you do that, you will never fail."

He could see the tears brimming in your eyes and a smile twitching on your face, the smile that he loved so much.

For a fact, Akashi keiji knew that you would always get what you wanted. You worked day and night to pursue your goals. Sometimes, you would fail and sometimes you would succed but he knew that you would always get back up again and do it all over again after you fail.

But pheraphs this time, you had been strong for too long without confinding in anyone. Pheraphs, it was the confirmation you needed to go after the things you wanted, and he would always be there to tell you how you are going to be okay.

It was in that moment when Akashi Keiji saw the small smile on your face, he decided that as long as he lives and as long as you would allow, he would make sure to always be there for you and to give you the push from him that you required. That was the least he thought he could do for you.

He bent down to gently press his lips against yours and you sighed into the kiss, your tense shoulders relaxed and your brain seemed to calm down a bit.

It reminded you how often he would be there to be your anchor, to make sure that you don't loose yourself and in that moment you knew that you loved him.