#sorry for the word vomit in the middle there I just had a bunch of thoughts lol

[spineless-lobster]

“Captain, the war is over!”

“Is it Alison?! Is it?!”

I think about this line EVERY DAY!!!! What does this mean?? Because this isn’t “grandpa’s having war flashbacks again” this is something more, this is

“The Captain has repressed trauma and has tied his entire identity to the war and the thought of it being over means he has to face himself as an actual person with thoughts and feelings and desires and he is too afraid of what he’ll see to do that. He settles for his inner turmoil because being at war with himself is something he has done all of his life and reflecting on himself as a person (mirrors!!!!) is scary and new and it’s easier to ignore and bury all those secrets and emotions”

I want to have a 9 hour long therapy session with that man

[esmedelacroix]

All the ways you disappoint me.

pairing: boyfriend!miguel o'hara x f!reader

summary: The honeymoon phase confirmed it's existence for the second year of dating Miguel. Your love life went from flourishing to one-sided the day Miguel revealed to you that he was Spiderman.

cw: ooc miguel, very angsty, depressive behaviors, alcohol abuse

a/n: I have been on hiatus for a very long time. I've been in a very dark place this past month. I lost a very good friend of mine that I have known since middle school. Which really threw me off track. I have a bunch of works in progress coming out soon. I finally feel like I'm in a mentally okay spot to pick up writing again. This is lowk just word vomit but its something.

*listen to this song on loop for the best experience !

miguel masterlist | next part

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Disappointment. A feeling you you felt often. Maybe even too often. You were very familiar with disappointment. He only ever came around late at night. Disappointment would wrap his arms around you as if he wasn't the reason why there was a wet spot on your pillowcase almost every night.

All Miguel O'Hara ever does is disappoint you. "So why are you still with him?" your good friend Jess asked over hot morning tea.

"What am I supposed to do without him?" you questioned.

"That's not a very healthy mindset to have. You know that," Jess said putting a firm comforting hand over yours.

You look away for a moment. Eyes trailing out the window of the Spider Society Café that reeked of coffee and broken promises. Miguel O'Hara was married to the barista who would hand him five coffees minimum a day. He chose to marry the barista and work and not his own girlfriend of three years.

As you watched the birds create an arrow in the air flying north over the firey trees below. Part of you wished that you were a bird in this very moment flying away from the problems that devoured your brain from the inside. "You still with me?" Jess asked worriedly.

"Yeah," you sighed turning back to her.

"So you'll talk to Miguel tonight?" Jess commanded. She did that a lot. She would ask a question that sounded like an order which made you feel the need to obey. You simply nodded bringing your mug to your lips and sipping on your now-cold Earl Grey tea.

"Isn't it strange how quickly tea gets cold?" you thought out loud.

"Well that's kind of how tea works hon'," she answered.

. . .

You stopped waiting for Miguel to come home ages ago because you didn't think there was a point in it. Just like how you didn't see the point in trying to talk to him about putting effort into your relationship. In the same way you shouldn't have seen the point in staying with him after your last thousand arguments. You felt your eyelids get heavier with every passing hour you spent staring at the ceiling waiting to hear the door swing open.

Like you summoned him with your mind, you heard the door. The keys. The sigh. And the footsteps. Your heart began to race. Why am I nervous? You asked yourself. You stood up and walked out of your shared room.

Miguel's usual routine was to get home eat the food you prepared for him hours prior, shower, and go to bed. As you walked down the hallway leading to the kitchen, you stopped yourself before turning the corner. Inhale. Exhale. You stepped out into the kitchen and his head shot up immediately. "I'm sorry, did I wake you?" he asked. That’s new. An apology, from Miguel. You thought to yourself.

"No, no, I was having trouble sleeping," you answered in a quiet voice.

"Everything alright?" he questioned as he scraped the last bit of food on his plate into his mouth.

"Yeah, I've just been thinking," you started.

"About?" he asked urging you to continue.

"Miguel do you still love me?" you blurted out.

"Of course I do," he replied in a fraction of a second. He sounded almost hurt that you had even asked that question.

Moments like these make you forget the status of your relationship. Moments when Miguel would forget that he's supposed to be cold to you. The moments when he allowed himself to let his guard down around you. Those fleeting moments that should have never left your relationship. "Then why don't we spend any time together? I want to be around you Miguel, I don't care if we sit in silence in the most boring place on the planet. I just want to be in your presence," you admitted. He gave you that little hurt expression again.

"I—I've just been busy," he stuttered. Miguel would often do this thing where he would begin to say something and then cut himself off and choose to say something else.

"Miguel, you know you can tell me anything," you insisted.

"I just—can we please not do this right now?" he pleaded.

You gave him a frown. "Can we sleep it off? Talk about it in the morning?" he sighed rubbing his face.

"Will you even be here in the morning?" you ask under your breath.

"I'll see," he said putting a hand on your shoulder as he walked past you into the bathroom. He did it again. He cut off the conversation the moment it got hard for him. Why are we so complicated? You asked yourself as you lay your head on your moist pillow. Will there ever be a night where I don't cry because of him? A night where he doesn't confuse me with his actions?

. . .

That night as you lay in bed with his back faced away from him, you couldn't help but cry. You felt like you were drowning in your tears. Like they were holding you back. You tried to be as quiet as possible. Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts. You repeated to yourself.

The only happy thoughts you could think of were of Miguel. Or the Miguel you used to know. The person he used to be before he started using his job as an excuse to neglect you.

Just then when your breathing slowed and you calmed down a bit with tears still streaming down your face. He wrapped his arms around you. He cuddled you from behind. He did that often. When he thought you were asleep. It was almost as if different versions of himself occupied his brain. You liked the one that took the spotlight at night.

The one that would cuddle you. Nuzzle his nose into your hair. The one that would rub your back and. Apologize. To. You.

. . .

Apology fell asleep that night and disappointment woke up at the ass crack of dawn because there was another Spider-verse that needed saving.

You woke up later that morning to the usual chilling feeling of Miguel not being there. You got up stretching your arms as you walked to your kitchen. You made yourself a cup of tea and an omelette, and ate alone, in silence. Thinking. About him. Again.

For the second time this week as if you called for him with your heart, you heard the balcony door slide open and a masked man swing in. He took his mask off and shook his head adjusting his hair. "Good morning," you said with a stupid smile on your face. Why? You couldn't tell. Maybe it was the fact that he was actually here in the morning like he said he would be.

"Good morning. You’re in a good mood," he chuckled.

"Well you're here," you smiled.

Miguel gave you a look. You weren't sure how to feel about it. But it wasn't a bad look. It was nice. Kind of sweet. He prepared a pot of black coffee and talked about his morning in Peni Parker's universe catching a difficult anomaly. For a moment, you could feel little fireflies set off in your stomach seeing him talk about something he was passionate about.

"What did you want to talk to me about?" he asked as he took a seat next to you.

"Just about us and our recent slump, I guess?" you started.

"I'm listening," he hummed as he sipped his coffee.

"I want to spend more time with you Miguel. I want to not argue with you about how much time you spend at work. I want to know what's on your mind. I want to know how you really are and not just how you say you are," you admit. Miguel stayed quiet for a while in thought.

"I don't know what to say to that," he said; his voice cracking a bit.

"You don't have to say anything just—let me be your shelter, please?" you suggested.

. . .

That night Miguel didn't come home. He didn't come in the middle of the night. He didn't come to eat either. He didn't come to wrap his arms around you. And he didn't come to apologize.

. . .

I don't like it when my friends tell me I have a drinking problem. How could it possibly be a problem if it makes me feel better about all the things that rack my brain? Being vulnerable is much easier said than done. Especially, with the girl I love. Of course, I want to tell her things. I want to tell her everything. I want her to know me as well as she knows her hometown. As well as she knows her childhood cat. And as well as she knows how to navigate Pinterest.

But I'm afraid. I'm afraid I'll cry and she'll think I'm weak. I'm afraid she'll think I'm unworthy. I know she would never think those things about me. But how could anyone think anything differently if I think that way about myself?

That's why I turn to the friend that won't let me down ever. Endless Modelos. Because I'm so weak that I can't even open up tp my girlfriend. Every time I feel like I am finally ready to tell her what I'm going through, I stop myself because I am afraid.

. . .

To your great surprise, Miguel wasn't there in the morning. Or the next, or even the one after that. By the third you hadn't seen him it was beginning to stress you out. You wondered if he was safe. If he was even still alive. You decided to go to the Spider Society.

After talking with Jess for a while and babysitting Mayday for a bit. You were finally free to go see Miguel in his office. You opened the door and called out to him but the only thing you heard from him was a sniff. Then two. Followed by a third.

"Miguel are you up there?" you asked as you climbed the stairs to his his platform.

"No?" he said in a shaky voice.

"Is everything okay?" you asked. You saw your answer in the form of 10 too many emptied beer bottles on his desk and on the ground.

You rushed towards him discarding your purse on the ground. He brought his hands to his face and he hid. From you. Your heart sank to the lowest pit in your stomach it could reach. You placed a gentle hand on his shoulders and crouched down next to him. "Miguel, talk to me, please?" you whispered.

Nothing.

. . .

The worst way Miguel could ever disappoint you happened. You had imagined it happening in so many other ways but not like that. You never thought of him as the type of man to give up on something so good.

For the last time in your relationship, Miguel O'Hara disappointed you when he told you he wanted to break up.

. . .

next part → All the ways I defy you

[sweetheart-satoru]

lego set

he's glad he can live his childhood through your hobbies

author's note: i rewrote everything cuz this sucks 😋 also reader is around the same age as denji so we are in fact no hi*eno #2

denji wished he met you earlier.

he wasted his first kiss on himeno, who not only made his first kiss experience terrible but also vomited in his mouth to make it worse. whenever he thinks back to that moment, his mouth goes dry and he thinks he might cry.

he thinks he might die of humiliation when remembering her vomit's chunky, gross taste. "bleugh!" he groans to himself, and aki turns to look at him confused. "what's wrong?" aki was in the middle of discussing something with someone that denji didn't bother to learn their name.

"nothing, i'm gonna go get water!" he excuses himself and power jumps on his back, "ooh! ooh! let me come! ponytail boy is boring." she sticks her tongue out, which aki ignores. "no, you're both in trouble. power, you need to stay. denji, hurry up." he replies, which makes power frown. "see, boring." but she just walks away and sits in a chair.

denji leaves the room, quickly shutting the door and holding his stomach. he feels like he might throw up. as he walks up to a water fountain, he bumps into a girl holding a bunch of papers in her arms.

"oh, sorry. wasn't watching where i was going." you say, bending down to pick them up. denji can barely form a word, and he thinks you're one of the prettiest people he's ever seen.

"oh- uh," he's not good with words so he just shuts up, bends down and helps you pick it up. "sorry, i also wasn't watching where i was going." he blurts out, scratching his head.

you just chuckle and reassure him that it's fine.

that's how you two first met.

over time, you and denji (and power), have gotten much closer. he comes over to hang out during the weekends or when you're back from school.

today, you're just chilling in your room watching an old show while you finished a new lego piece that you saved enough money to buy. (why the fuck is lego so expensive bro i just wanna build)

power got in trouble again so she is not here as denji knocks on your door. "coming!" you call, pausing your show and putting down whatever part from the lego you had in your hands down.

when you open the door you smile widely when you see a certain blond-haired boy in front of you. "oh, hey denji. wanna come in?" you ask, opening the door slightly more for him to enter. "yeah.. thank you.." he says, looking a bit flustered.

and over time he learned to be more neat and clean when coming over. he never listened to aki when he told him to put his shoes away nicely, so when he first stepped foot into your house and saw all the shoes neatly lined up, he couldn't help but want to please you and do the same.

you lead him to your room, which every time he steps into, he feels nervous. he fidgets with his fingers, not paying attention to where he is going and almost falls down.

"holy shit!" you cuss, trying to muffle your laughter. "are you okay, denji?" you help him back up on his feet, and you watch his face get red. "yeah.. i'm okay." he yells at himself to get his shit together in his head.

holy shit i just embarrassed myself like crazy!! he imagines power laughing in his face.

"here," you let him sit in the chair where your lego was near, "i'll get you ice." quickly, you rush downstairs and come back with and ice pack. when you hand it to him he mumbles a quiet, "thanks." and puts the ice on his little injury.

he turns the chair around to face the table in front of it, "hm? what's this?" he points to the lego. you tilt your head, "that's my new lego set! i jus' bought it!" you exclaim joyfully.

"woahh.." he looks at it closer, "what does that mean?" he asks, confused. "hm? have you never had lego before?" you ask him, "well i mean, i was basically homeless my entire life, and was on the verge of death like every other day trying to make money.. so, yeah.. never had one before." he shrugs, as if what he said literally wasn't crazy.

you cough awkwardly, "oh.." he just nods, still paying attention to the lego set, trying to understand what it is, "well, want me to show you?" you ask, trying to lighten the mood.

"yeah!" he exclaims, "okay, stand up," you shoo him out of your chair, "see this?" you show him the instruction book, "you need to follow what they're saying. so this page is where i'm on right now, you basically need to look for the pieces the page is telling you, and put them where the picture in the page has them. like this, see?" you show him.

he nods slowly, "can i try the next page?" he asks quietly, looking up at you. grinning down at him, you get up, "sure. here, try it."

author's note: bye i hated how i wrote the first one so here's this :,) but i still have the other version saved even though it's literal dog shit

[morvantmortuary]

hello! i just found your account and i’m in love with your ocs! pls, let me know if you still write and if your requests are open?

(people still use that steve rogers psa meme, right?)

hello, darling 🖤 I’m sorry it took me so long to get back to you!

to be honest, this ask sent me into a little bit of a tailspin - through no fault of yours, you’re perfectly fine and I’m flattered you wrote in!! ♥️ it was just one of those things where I thought it hadn’t really been that long since I posted something, and I try to still hang out and reblog pretty often, until I realized I probably haven’t really posted a new snippet since… whenever I posted the teasers for Vol. II? :’D and my last full piece was probably paint the town red, so I just had a small spiral of gloom at how long it had actually been since I posted anything of substance for my necromancers.

things had been getting kind of intense between being on the job market and trying to work on my stupid fucking dissertation, so obviously compared to when I started this blog in the second year of the pandemic, I hadn’t been having as much time to write. now I have a full time Real Person job and I’m in the last semester (PLEASE GOD) of said dissertation work, so while I’m in a more stable place than I was last year in some ways, things have gotten even more intense in other ways, and honestly I’ve been kind of stressed about how little time I’ve been able to spend here :’D

so like, while I don’t blame you at all for asking if I’m still writing for them, I had a bit of an “OH NO щ(ﾟДﾟщ)” reaction bc I just realized that while I think about the Morvants constantly every day, that… doesn’t always transfer to blog activity lol

I also have to admit, I had a hard time with comfort asks/requests for a while, bc I got way too in my own head about writing them. I was worried about everyone having a similar word count or romance factor bc I wanted them all to seem fair and equal, but then I also got worried that they were going to be too repetitive and same-y and people would get bored. and like!! it’s not that deep in the grand scheme of things, I absolutely am aware of that!! :’D but eventually I got embarrassed I was taking so long on top of that, and I just kind of paused the ones I was writing bc I got too hung up on myself

in the middle of all this, I was having ideas for Maxi as usual (he’s my first and thus designed to be my own personal comfort blorbo ngl), but I’ve been trying more to focus on Hex, Seth, and Rora, so I was kind of tabling what plot bunnies I did have to keep waiting for ones that I didn’t yet… and thus, here we are :’D

so like. maybe this is an excellent ask for me to hit “reset” with, and just remember that I Am Just Writing For Fun, and that I’m just sharing them to have fun with y’all, and start fresh in my own brain by getting rid of all the dumb rules I seem to have made for myself before I post 🖤 I think I need that, I think that sounds nice ✨

so!! tl;dr I’m so sorry I vomited all that at you omg what is wrong with me, I’m definitely still writing for them as frequently as my new work schedule allows, and please feel free to submit your request for whomever and however you like 🥰 I’m still working on a bunch, but I’m going to make it more about posting them and less about making them Just So!!

thanks for taking the time, I really do appreciate it 🖤🖤🖤

[intoxicated-chan]

✦ 𝟎𝟎𝟔 ✧ 𝐈𝐬 𝐈𝐭 𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧…

© 2023 Intoxicated-Chan, I do not allow my work to be copied, translated, modified, adapted, or put on any other platform without permission. Any photos used do not belong to me!

Series’ Masterlist // Wattpad Vers.

(A/n) // Sorry for the late update, but luckily I was almost done with it so I hope you all enjoy!

Content Warnings // Swearing, alcohol use, food tampering, gun violence, vomiting, attempted kidnapping…

Word Count // 805

I never had the heart to say no to Livio, it was because I loved him…

The text message from Livio was very vague, all he gave you was an address and told you to dress pretty. Probably a surprise, afterall it wasn’t strange for Livio to send little to barely information, mainly because he wasn’t a fan of texting.

You arrived in your car, wearing a (F/c) fit and flare dress. As you walked to the front door, you texted Livio that you arrived. It wasn’t long before the door opened and Livio stood in front of you, dressed well.

“Livio!” You squeal, kissing him on his lips before hugging him, “I thought you were supposed to arrive sunday?” Letting go.

“I wanted to surprise you. You’ve done so much for me.” He smiles, “Come inside, I’ve got dinner prepared.” He closes the door behind you.

“Aw~” Livio leads you to the kitchen where the table is set, the smell of his delicious cooking fills your nostrils, and a beautiful bunch of blue flowers sit in the middle of the table, “You didn’t have to do this.”

“I wanted to.” He pulls your seat back, “Sit, I’ll serve dinner.”

Moments later, Livio returns, “I made your favorite, (F/f).” He sets your plate.

“You’re such a sweetheart, Livio.”

“Anything for you.” He sits, “Dig in.”

The two of you began eating, the silence was comfortable. It was until Livio spoke up, “I’m sorry I was gone for so long, I would’ve never expected the meeting to be more than a meeting.” He sighs, pouring some wine for you and then for him, “It was a surprise party.”

“I’m assuming you couldn’t hide because your image would be affected?”

“Yeah, it was overwhelming. Drinks here and there, chatter, laughter, it felt like…” He coughs, “It felt like I was caged in.” Drinking his wine, “Then glasses turned into bottles, chatter became shouting, it was a mess.”

“And the plan?”

“Went into shit, the investors saw their actions and backed out.”

“I’m sorry Livio.”

“It’s alright, I’m just glad to be home with you.”

“Which also means you’re stuck with me.” Your comment makes Livio laugh. Before you can say anything else, your phone rings, ‘Meryl’

“You can take the call.”

“But-“

“Go ahead.” He places a hand on his chest, coughing again, “I can wait.”

“Are you feeling okay?”

“Forget about me and take the call, go.” He said, watching you leave the dining room.

The throbbing in his chest became faster and faster as it was getting more difficult to breathe. He wobbles when he stands, struggling to even put a foot in front of the other. His vision blurs and his stomach aches…

“Meryl? Is something wrong?”

“I-I- Someone was following me! I-I didn’t know what to do!”

Your eyes widen and your heart drops, “Okay, okay, slow down.”

“Someone was following me! And when I pulled out the pistol you gave me, I-”

“Okay, I’m on my way, did you call the police?”

“Yes! They’re on their way!”

Her uncontrollable sobbing broke your heart, it killed you to see her like this. You shot a quick text message to Livio, and then ran in your heels to the location Meryl sent you. You knew it was shitty of you after Livio had it all planned out, but you couldn’t leave Meryl alone.

Livio’s hunches over the sink, his vomit burns his throat and mouth, it seems like it has no plan on stopping. He can barely breathe without having a coughing attack. He hears a ping, and he knows it’s you. But his muscles feel numb, soon, his legs give out on him.

The impact blows the air out of him, as if he already didn’t have any. Lying on the floor, vomit still spilling out of his mouth as his vision slowly becomes dark.

“Livio?!” Nicholas calls out, he gags, “What’s that smell?” He comes into the dinning room where the smell is more pungent, “Liv!” He shouts, catching sight of him. Nicholas doesn’t care at getting dirty, he could feel his pants soak up some of the vomit.

“Hey! Answer me!” He curses loudly, dialing emergencies, “There’s been an accident!”

“Meryl!”

“(Y/n)!” She falls into your arms, holding onto you for dear life. She could only answer in broken words through her sobs, but you keep her in your arms, tightly around her. You felt like crying as well, even when you saw the bastard being taken into the ambulance and the officers talking amongst themselves.

It wasn’t until Meryl shook you, “(Y/n)!” You snap out of your thoughts, “Your phone.” She mumbles, voice hoarse.

You answer, “Hello?”

“(Y/n), it’s Nicholas.”

“How’d you get my number?”

“From Livio’s phone.”

“How-”

“He’s in the hospital, (Y/n).”

Taglist // @themaskismyface , @jasperthechaosgremlin ,

[spookyscarydemonbabe]

Everybody in Hellfire catches the same bug except Hellfire Mom. (She had her cootie shots before she started hanging out with a bunch of teenage boys. Good call, Hellfire Mom.) How's she going to take care of her little sheepies? I'm seeing a massive pot of homemade soup being divided into jars and delivered on doorsteps. (Bonus: If she catches it after the boys get better and she doesn't kill them all for getting her sick, how would they return the favor?)

i was really hoping someone would request something like this 🥰 sorry it took so long to finish! i wanted to make sure i included all the boys and i guess it’s kind of funny that it was requested the last time i was sick and i finish it the second time i get sick 😂

Idiot Brothers

Genre- Fluff

Warnings- Mentions of vomiting (nothing explicit)

Tag List- @imagine-all-the-imagines @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @munsonology @esme-viridian

Words- 4.6k

The last few days at school had made you feel a bit lonelier than normal. Sure, you still had Dustin and Mike and a few other people in your classes you could still talk to, but without your boys it just felt so much quieter.

You weren’t sure how, but they all had managed to catch the same bug at the same time, and had all been stuck at home in bed for the last couple of days while they tried to get better. Thank god they didn’t get you sick.

Fortunately enough, while they were stuck in their beds with fevers, they had a good friend who had planned on visiting them all. And of course you were bringing them all a little something you put together to help them feel better.

Each one of them had a little care package that you put together, complete with little things to keep them occupied while they were stuck in bed. Pedialyte to help keep them hydrated because you knew at least one of them would refuse to drink any water, cough drops in a different flavor for each of them and of course an extra package of the cherry ones for Gareth since he ate those like candy, and you had packaged them each a little jar of your homemade soup for them to heat up when they were feeling hungry. And of course you had also added in a few extras for them. A few snacks from the corner store, a book to help keep them occupied with something other than TV for a little bit, a box of tea to help with their sore throats and a bit of their congestion, ginger ale to help settle their stomachs a bit, a little stuffed animal to keep with them in bed so they had some company, and of course you had to be a bit of a bad guy and being their missed schoolwork with you. You’ll be damned if they think they’re using this as an excuse to get out of doing the things necessary to graduate.

But you wanted to give them each something a little special along with their care packages to show them that you really cared. A handwritten ‘get well’ note for them to read when they were feeling their worst, and on the envelope for each you had little scribbles and doodles all over it, with the words ‘Love you! Feel better soon <3’ right in the middle.

It was cheesy, but you knew they would appreciate it.

You carefully packed up everything into your car and headed out to give them all their care packages, starting out with Gareth who lived the closest to you.

You pulled into his driveway, giving his dad a wave as you saw him mowing the lawn out front. You parked and grabbed the little basket from your passenger seat and made your way up the front steps of their porch, seeing his mom in the kitchen as soon as you shut the door behind you,

“(y/n), it’s good to see you! Are you here for Gareth?” You nodded and smiled and she pointed to the stairs, “He’s up in his room, you go right on up.”

You quickly made your way upstairs and gently knocked on his bedroom door,

“Gare?”

“Come in!” He shouted to you, sounding a lot more tired than usual.

You slowly opened his door and smiled to him in bed, shutting the door behind you, and as soon as he saw you he smiled.

“How you feeling?”

“Like shit.” He said with a laugh.

You giggled and walked over to his bed, sitting on the edge while making sure you kept your space,

“Well i brought you something that might make you feel a bit better.”

You handed him the basket and he looked through everything with a tired smile,

“(y/n) you didn’t have to get me all this.”

“I know!” You reached a hand out to push back the curls from his face, “But i wanted to bring all you guys something since i knew you weren’t feeling too good. Anyone figure out what it was?”

“Nope. Grant thought it was his allergies at first but then all of us started to feel the same, we figured it’s just the seasons changing and all.”

“Well hopefully you’re not stuck in bed for much longer. I hope you like all the stuff i got for you!”

“Of course i do! This was really sweet of you (y/n), thank you.”

“Aww of course sweetheart,” You leaned over and gently kissed his forehead, “i hope you feel better soon. I should probably get going, i’ve got to bring the other guys their stuff too! Let me know if you’re feeling any better alright?”

He nodded and grabbed one of the boxes of tea from the basket, handing it to you as you stood up from his bed,

“I will. And when you get downstairs would you ask my mom to make some of this for me? Tea sounds really good right now.”

“Of course i will,” You smiled and kissed the top of his head once more before heading to his door, “make sure to read those chapters for english! You know you need to get your grade up.”

Gareth rolled his eyes and picked the book up off of his nightstand,

“Fine. But you have to promise not to nag me about it anymore.”

“Read the chapters and i won’t nag you.”

Gareth smiled and waved to you as you left his room, making your way back downstairs into the kitchen where his mother was still cleaning up from his sisters and their coloring books,

“Mrs. Emerson, Gareth asked if you would make him some of this tea i brought for him?”

“Of course!” She took the box from you with a smile, “Would you like some too?”

“Oh, no, i’m alright thank you. I was just about to head out and bring the rest of the guys their care packages too.”

“You’re a very good friend to have (y/n), they’re lucky to have someone like you around. Tell the boys they’re welcome to come over as soon as they’re better.”

“I will! It was good to see you!”

“You too dear, take care.”

You smiled and as you left you waved back to his dad before getting back into your car and making your way over to Grants house, your next stop.

As you pulled down his street you could see his dad and a few of his friends outside working on their motorcycles in the driveway, giving you a wave as they saw you.

You happily waved back as you parked your car in front of their house, grabbing Grants care package from the back and slamming your car door shut.

“Hey there little miss, how’ve you been?” His dad asked you as him and the guys made a path for you to walk around them and all their bikes, opening his arm up to give you a side hug as you walked past him and the rest of his friends.

“I’ve been good! Not feeling sick thank god, but i cant say the same for the rest of them.”

“Yeah, Grants been locked up in his room, you bring that for him?”

“I did! I made one for each of the guys, i figured they needed some cheering up while they’re at home.”

“Isn’t that sweet!” He said with a laugh, the rest of his friends agreeing, “Well he’s up in his room, you go right in.”

You smiled at his friends as you walked into their home through the garage door, finding his stepmom in their living room with a book in her hand as she was laid out on their sofa, one of her 70’s pop records playing softly in the background. As soon as she heard the garage door open, she greeted you with an excited smile,

“(y/n)! Sweetie it’s so wonderful to see you!” She set her book onto the coffee table and quickly ran up to hug you, “Is this for Grant? That is so sweet of you, did you need me to help you bring it up?”

“Oh no, i think i’ve got it, thank you though! And yes, it’s for Grant, i got all the guys a little care package since i know him and all the rest of them aren’t feeling too well.”

“Isn’t that nice! Well he’s upstairs in his room, you go right on up.”

You smiled and quickly went up the stairs, following the sound of groans and coughs to the door near the stairs.

You knocked gently before cracking the door open and peeking your head in,

“Grant? You feeling alright?”

You spotted him in bed, the TV on low volume as it looked like he had just woken up from a nap. He rubbed his eyes and turned, a smile tugging at his lips when he saw you,

“(y/n), what are you doing here? i’m sick, i don’t want you to catch anything.”

“I’ll be fine! If i didn’t get sick when you guys were around me i don’t think i’ll get sick now. I’ve got something for you.” You smiled and stepped forward, placing the little basket of things next to him in bed.

He looked through it and smiled happily at all the things you had packed up for him, but frowning as soon as he saw his missed schoolwork in the back,

“You really got my hopes up with all this nice stuff, you really expect me to get all these study guides finished?”

“If you want to go on the end of the year trip to Six Flags i sure do. You’ve been dying to go on it, just do it when you’re in bed or something, there’s 24 hours in a day and i’m sure you’ll find time for them.”

“Yeah, 24 hours but i’m asleep for 20 of those.”

You laughed to yourself at his stubbornness, fully expecting him to act upset over seeing his schoolwork, but of course you prepared him a little something extra.

You reached out and showed him the jar of soup you had made and his eyes lit up as he grabbed it from you.

“No fucking way, is that soup you made when Wayne was sick a few months ago?”

“Yep! I know how much you like it so i made you a little extra.”

“You’re the best (y/n).”

“I know!” You said with a smile, taking a few steps closer to him and leaning down to kiss the top of his head, “Did you want me to ask your stepmom to heat it up for you?”

“Would you mind?”

“Of course not! I’ll bring it down to her. I think i should get going too, i’ve already stopped at Gareths place so now i’ve just got Eddie and Jeff.”

He nodded and handed you the jar, settling himself back into bed as you approached his bedroom door,

“Get lots of rest ok? And you’ll call me if you’re feeling better?”

“I will, i promise.”

You smiled and waved to one another before you slowly shut his bedroom door, making sure to keep quiet as you stepped back downstairs, though the sound of his dad and his buddies leaving on their motorcycles didn’t do much to help.

His stepmom was changing out one of her records in the living room when she saw you step back down from the stairs, holding the jar in your hand,

“How’s he doing sweetheart?”

“He seems like he’s doing alright, but he’s been pretty sleepy,” You held out the jar of soup for her to take, “I made this to help him feel a bit better, he wanted to know if you’d heat it up for him?”

“Absolutely! How sweet of you to make this for him, are you going to stick around?”

“Oh i’d love to but i can’t, i made little care packages for each of the guys and i’ve still got Jeff and Eddie, it was good to see you though!”

“Good to see you too hon! When he’s feeling all better we’d love to have you and your family over for dinner again.”

“That sounds great! Cant wait until then.”

She gave you a kind wave as you left, slowly walking down the driveway and back to your car as you got yourself ready to head over to Jeff’s place.

The drives between houses thankfully weren’t long, but still it felt like the task had been taking a while to finish. You didn’t think much of it, a quick cough snapping you out of your train of thought as you pulled down Jeff’s street and spotted their long driveway.

You pulled in and noticed that only his sisters car had been in the driveway, parents must’ve been at work today.

You parked behind her car in the driveway, grabbing his package from the back and walking up the steps of his porch to ring the doorbell.

His sister answered and gave you a kind smile,

“Hey (y/n), you know Jeff is sick right?”

“I know, the rest of the guys are sick too,” You held up the package for her to see, “I made them all these little care packages to help them feel a bit better.”

“That’s awfully nice of you,” She opened the door for you to step inside and you kicked off your shoes at the door, “He should be in the basement, you know where it is. You know it surprises me how you’re able to stand all of them.” She said with a laugh.

“I mean, they’re just boys.” You shrugged, “It’s like having four idiot brothers that you have to babysit all the time. It sounds bad, but you get used to it after a while.”

“Oh god, i’ve just got the one, i can’t imagine three more.”

You laughed with one another before she went back to her movie in the living room. You found the basement door and slowly opened it, knocking on the wall before stepping down the last step.

“Jeff, you up?”

You saw him laid out on the couch, a pillow behind his head and a few blankets over him. He must’ve been the one to get the chills from being sick.

He turned his head and smiled as he saw you,

“Hey (y/n)! What are you doing here? I don’t want to get you sick.”

“Oh please, i’ll be fine!” You walked around the couch and held out the care package for him, “I brought you something, i figured it might help you feel a bit better.”

“No way! You didn’t have to do all this,” He smiled as he sat up and looked through the package, pulling out one of the boxes of cough drops and popping a few into his mouth, “Thanks, i really needed some of this stuff.”

“I’m just hoping all you guys feel better soon,” You moved your arm over your mouth as you coughed a few times, “you can’t imagine how boring it’s been at school without you guys.”

Jeff handed you the box of cough drops,

“Here, take one, let’s hope you’re not sick like the rest of us.”

You took a few and placed one in your mouth, the other ones going into the pocket of your jacket,

“Thanks, but i should be alright. I’ve already visited Gareth and Grant, i think it’s just a cough.”

“Yeah well better safe than sorry.”

“I guess you’re right,” You said with a shrug, “how you been feeling?”

“Freezing. I’ve had nonstop chills, i keep making my sister put blankets and socks in the dryer for me to help keep me warm but even with all these layers i’m still cold.”

“That sounds awful! Did you want me to get you another blanket or something?”

“Oh no, i’ll be alright for now,” He smiled and settled back into the couch, “I was actually about to take a nap before you came in, it might be a little easier with all these goodies.”

“Well then i should get going and let you take your nap, i’ve still got Eddie to visit.”

“Hopefully he’s not too bad, i think he’s got it the worst out of all of us.” He pulled the blankets back up over him and made himself comfortable on the couch he was laid out on, “Tell him i said ‘hey’ alright?”

“Of course! You want me to shut the light off?”

“Could you?”

“No problem,” You smiled and gave him a quick kiss on the head before going back to the stairs, “feel better sweetie.”

You shut the basement light off and made your way back upstairs, quietly shutting the door behind you and giving his sister a wave before heading back out to your car, ready to make your last stop at Eddie’s.

Before making your drive over, you coughed a few more times and felt your throat start to get a bit sore, but you just shrugged it off and placed another one of Jeff’s cough drops into your mouth. You couldn’t be sick. There was no way. It was just a cough.

You shook it off and made the short drive over to the trailer park, keeping your eye out for Eddie’s van parked out front. Once you spotted it, you smiled, knowing that Eddie was finally doing what he was told and staying home.

He had been the most stubborn about being sick, and he’d even shown up to school looking his worst before ever admitting he was sick. He was definitely the cause for the rest of the guys getting sick, but when Jeff said he had gotten the worst of it, it made you feel a bit bad for the stubborn boy.

You parked your car and grabbed the very last care package from the back, slowly walking up the stairs and opening the front door of the trailer. You knew Eddie always kept it unlocked when Wayne was at work.

“Eddie?” You called out for him as you shut the door behind you, looking around for him in the trailer but he was nowhere to be found.

You assumed he was in his bedroom until you heard the sounds of retching from the bathroom.

You set the care package onto the kitchen counter and quickly went to find Eddie, tapping on the bathroom door and waiting for his answer,

“Eddie, can i come in?”

You waited another moment to see if he would respond but when all you could hear was him retching once more and you opened the bathroom door, seeing him hunched over the toilet as he threw up once more,

“Oh, poor baby,” You shut the door behind you and sat next to him on the bathroom floor, holding his hair back for him with one hand and slowly rubbing his back with the other, “It’s ok, i got you.”

You groaned as you watched him cough and spit into the toilet one last time before reaching a hand up and flushing it. He sighed and coughed one more time before leaning his head up slowly and looking at you with a pained smile,

“Thanks.”

“Of course sweetie, here,” You let go of his hair and leaned over to the sink, grabbing the bottle of mouthwash for him, “get that taste out of your mouth.”

He took a swig and swished it through his cheeks before spitting it into the toilet and flushing once more, handing the bottle back to you. You placed it back onto the sink and stood up,

“All done?”

“I should be.” He slowly stood up from the tile floor and coughed a few more times.

“You get back into bed,” You open the bathroom door for him to step back into his bedroom as you made your way into the kitchen to grab his care package, “I’ve got a present for you.”

As you walked into his bedroom he had finished pulling the covers over himself and he smiled seeing the care package in your hands,

“Aww, i knew you liked me (y/n).”

“Oh please,” You smiled and rolled your eyes, handing the package to him, “all the guys got one, you just so happened to be the last.”

“You know i’m joking. Thanks, this was really nice of you.”

“I try. I figured you guys might need some cheering up after being like this for the last few days.” You sat on the end of his bed, making sure to keep your distance just to make sure your cough didn’t turn into anything worse than what it was.

He looked through the basket and took out the little stuffed teddy bear, setting it next to him in bed,

“And you brought me a friend too.”

“I figured it wasn’t too fun to be stuck all alone.”

“Got that right.”

You turned your head to cough once more, this time your chest starting to ache as you did so and Eddie could hear that it was uncomfortable for you,

“We didn’t get you sick too did we?”

“I hope not, i’d kill you guys if i got sick.” You stood up from his bed and leaned in towards him, pushing his bangs back and lightly kissing his forehead, “I think i’m going to head home, it’s been a long day taking all this stuff to you guys.”

“You definitely deserve some rest after dealing with all of us.”

You smiled and placed the last of your cough drops between your lips,

“You get some rest too. And you’ll let me know if you’re feeling any better right hon?”

“I will. Promise.”

You gave him a wave and closed the door to his bedroom, fishing your keys out of your pocket and getting yourself back into the drivers seat of your car.

As you turned the key in the ignition you started to feel a bit off. Definitely not how you felt when you left the house.

It wasn’t cold out, but you could feel a chill on the back of your neck. You hadn’t eaten too much that day but your stomach started to turn. It wasn’t until you felt your forehead start to heat up that you knew something was wrong.

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You groaned as you looked at the temperature on the thermometer between your fingers.

101.3.

Ever since you had gotten home from bringing the boys their care packages, you knew you had gotten sick.

Fever, nausea, chills and heat flashes, congestion, dehydration. Of course they had given you all the worst parts of being sick.

Luckily you had everything you needed yo keep yourself occupied while you were stuck away in your room.

Lots of water, a comfy bed, plenty of blankets, and lots of books and movies to keep you entertained for as long as you needed. Not to mention this was the perfect time to catch up on some well deserved naps.

But it did get a bit lonely being stuck away from your friends.

They still called every day just to talk and catch up with you, Eddie even kept you on speaker during Hellfire so it was like you were there with them but it still wasn’t the same.

As you watched Gremlins for what felt like the sixth time that week, you heard a gentle knock at your bedroom door, and you smiled as you saw your boys peek into your room.

“It’s ok for us to come in right?” Grant asked.

“It is, you guys can come in.” You sat up in bed, your blankets still bundled up over your lap as they entered your room, each of them holding a little wrapped up present for you.

“Sorry for getting you sick.” Gareth said as he shut your door.

“It’s alright, don’t be sorry,” You giggled, “it was bound to happen eventually.”

“But we still feel bad about it.” Jeff approached you first, handing you the gift he was holding, “and we know you put a lot of time and effort into the stuff you gave us when we were sick, so we wanted to give you some stuff to help you while you’re sick.”

“Aww, that’s so sweet of you, thank you!” You placed the package into your lap and quickly unwrapped it, seeing that Jeff had gotten you a few bottles of your favorite color of gatorade, along with a few of your favorite snacks and some ginger tea to help your sore throat.

Grant was next, eagerly handing you your present. It was a bit heavier than you were expecting but once you opened it you could see why.

His stepmom had made you some of her own homemade soup and he had gotten you some ginger ale and lemon lime pop to help settle your stomach. Along with a few boxes of tissues and he had even rented you a few of your favorite movies from Family Video to give you some more variety than the same few things you’d been watching over and over again.

Eddie moved between the two of them to hand you your present, and in normal Eddie fashion, you saw little doodles all over the paper that surrounded your gift.

He had made you a few new cassettes to listen to while you were in bed, a couple packages of different flavor cough drops, and he had even gotten you a little stuffed animal of your own to keep you company while they were gone.

Gareth had the biggest gift for you, though you figured with how generous his family was, all of it definitely wasn’t from him.

Inside was a little container of his moms cookies that she knew you loved, and his younger sisters had even made you get well presents of their own. A few colored in pages from their coloring books and some homemade bracelets, which you thought was very sweet of them.

And you figured the rest was from Gareth, a bottle of pedialyte, and some horror books for when you wanted a break from your movies.

“Guys, you didn’t have to do all this for me.”

“Well you didn’t have to give us all that stuff when we were sick.” Eddie said with a smile.

“We really hope you get better soon (y/n),” Grant said from next to you, “to be honest it’s been pretty boring at lunch and during Hellfire without you there.”

“Aww you guys are so sweet to me.” You gathered up the presents from them and moved them next to your bed, making some room for you to spread out.

“We didn’t want to bother you for too long, we figured we’d stop by and give you your presents and then let you get some rest.” Jeff leaned over and gave you a kiss on the top of your head, “Feel better soon (y/n).” He has stepped back to let the other boys say their goodbyes.

“Let us know when you’re feeling better ok?” Gareth leaned over and gave you another kiss to your head and you nodded in response.

“We we’re gonna bring your homework but i guess you’re caught up on everything,” Grant leaned over to kiss your head, “I guess you just got lucky.”

You giggled,

“Yeah, sure.”

Eddie smiled and leaned down, giving you one last kiss on your forehead,

“Feel better sis.”

You smiled and waved at them as they left and shut your bedroom door quietly behind them.

You grabbed one of the movies Grant had brought for you and quickly popped it into your VHS player, climbing back into bed and getting yourself comfortable for another nap.

You were lucky to have friends that cared about you as much as you cared about them.

Even if they did act like your idiot brothers sometimes.

[cdyssey]

The Fall of the House of Usher (1.02 Reactions)

“Whole damn office still as white as cream cheese in case you’re wondering if we’re invading.” Get him, Dupin fjsndnsn.

Appreciate that they’re tackling the utter insidiousness of Big Pharma in Ligadone.

Perry’s ghost just behind Dupin jfc. They’ve used that open threshold to superb effect so far, continually priming viewers to look into it. Something’s going to be there, and if there isn’t, you best be ready.

THE SHOT OF PERRY LYING IN THE MIDDLE OF A BUNCH OF NAKED BODIES. MAN SKQKQKANA.

was that a two second clip of someone crushing drugs with a butt plug

yes

Perry threatening to stab his partner just because he ate his eggs is so fucked up.

Perry realizing the toxic nature of the nest egg investments is a nice touch. He’s seen the control its exerted over his siblings, but damn, you can hear it in his voice, how he still wants it anyway

That pink and silver suit on perry is wonderful holy shit

GUCCI CALIGULA WOQOKQOFIF

Frederick, like Tamerlane, is resentful towards the “bastards,” and it’s so painful and horrible and raw.

Sure, all of them are shitheads, but they’re shitheads

sorry to prospero, but if I saw Carla Gugino in a beautiful red trench coat standing on a condemned building and silently warning me of my impending folly, I’d fold.

T’Nia Miller is so goddamn hot. The Victorine fits are immaculate.

“You’re basically 80% cum, I can fucking smell it on you.” My god andksndnjesjns.

Leo encouraging Perry is the first genuine display of sibling affection that we’ve seen in the entire show.

My god @ perry’s bloodied ghost inching closer and closer. I have to turn this down bc I know there’s gonna be another goddamn jumpscare

I know flanagan’s gonna do it

FUCK ME.

rod pushing vic because her heart mesh might have helped in. awoof

Rod coming home to his family. Hghshshsgs. The way Annabel—even though she’s tired and clearly spent—is attentive both to Rod and baby Tamerlane. And SEEING Freddy and Tam as children, growing up in a small but loving home, and knowing who they’ve become now. Fucking wrenching.

“Vomit.” QKQKNSNANANA. God, I love Madeline

“The kids are healthy and happy, we’re together. Money isn’t everything. We’re okay.” Annabel Lee knows that this—family and health—would have been enough. Also, Annabel’s actor vaguely reminds me of Jessica Chastain

“Hell, an algorithm that could write movies and TV shows.” ☠️

Madeline talking to Lenore about her AI is the warmest we’ve ever seen her; she smiling; there’s a sparkle in her eye. Mary McDonnell is so good.

The office design for the various characters is insanely good. Camille’s vs. Rod’s vs. Madeline’s are all representative of their characters as they’ve been presented to us so far.

LENORE WALKING IN ON JUNO AND ROD GOD AKQNSNSN. Creepy old man

Morelle alluding that Freddie can be unpleasant to Perry… and we saw some of that, with his anger at Perry at that meeting.

“The perfect pussy, if that’s your speed, or both.” Perry may be a hedonistic shithead, but he also said bi rights

I know I’ve said this about all the usher women, but Tamerlane is so hot

OH MT GODSANAOLQAKKAKAKQJDOWKWNSOWKWKSKJDIDWKWK

WATCHING SOMEONE ROLEPLAY HER FUCKING SELF BEING AN INTIMATE AND LOVING PARTNER AND GETTING OFF TO IT

FUCKED UP FUCKED UP I LOVE HER FUCKED UP

IT ISN’T EVEN SEXY TALK. IT’S LITERALLY JUST POSITIVE WORDS OF AFFIRMATION.

I WANNA STUDY HER. I WANNA LOOK AT HER UNDER A MICROSCOPE!

Imao, at Camille liking BILLT when no one is around

Holy FUCK, at Camille and her assistants

morelle at the clubbbbbb

Jfc, perry even having cameras on the fuck rooms.

HIM GOING TO BLACKMAIL PEOPLE WITH THE FOOTAGE. DICKHEAD!!

he’s def my least favorite usher kid so far

The music choices for the club scenes have been fucking excellent

CARLA GUGINOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. AWOOGHDHABABABA

She’s giving him extensive warning, one last out. Prospero has had opportunity after opportunity after opportunity to go back.

“You are consequence, Perry. And tonight, you are consequential.” Awofjdndnsns.

“We could have had fun, you and me.” There’s sincerity there and also sadness. She can see that Perry has already made his choice.

“I’ve always liked the bad boys. Got a weakness, I suppose.” GODD QKQNNSNAKAOQKQNSA.

Carla’s char warning the waitstaff. Oh, that’s so good.

OH, HER WARNING MORELLE TOO AUGNHHHHH

GO, MORELLE. GO.

AND SHE DOESN’T.

HOLY ACYUAL FUCKING FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

JESUS FUCKING ACTUAL CHRIST

FUCK

THE SOUND DESIGN OF THE FUCKING WET FLESH JESUS

KISSING HIM HGHHSNANQKPQMAKSKAMAM

IUNNFMWLQKQKQKSKSIWKWOWNS

well

that is certainly one of the most FUCKED UP things I have ever fucking seen

(Perry's death echoing the shot of him at the beginning of the episode is chef's fucking kiss)

[kokoch4n3l]

DEAD GIRL’S BEACH࿐ྂ KUROKAWA IZANA x f!oc x SANO MANJIRO

FIVE — little bunny

"He doesn't like it when I don't make eye contact while talking to him. He says it disrespectful but I think he just wants to show me that he's the one in control and not me."— MAYA'S ROUGH NOTES ON K.I

chapter summary: with the apparent lack of staff at the hospital, Maya has no choice but to clock in despite her begging for a day off and goes through an unforgettable night. good thing she's wearing running shoes.

chapter warnings: minor character death, suicide ideation, self-loathing, mentions of vomiting, corruption, exploitation, death threats, murder, torture, blood, gore, non-con drugging, unethical use of drugs, use of weapons, noncon/rape(not mc), noncon touching, mentions/implications of forced prostitution, inaccurate depictions of psychiatric hospitals, f!oc with zero self preservation skills

word count: 4910

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Maya's mother was a surgeon and her father was a mechanical engineer. They met in university, fell in love and had her. Her childhood had been a happy one. That was until the day before Maya's 13th birthday, her father got into a really bad car accident. The surgeon in charge? Her mother. Maya's mother wasn't able to save her husband and it absolutely destroys her. Her mother drinks away her pain, sending her into debt and eventually but quickly to her death. The day Maya met Chifuyu in the park, she was going to kill herself. But rather than using the money she had to buy herself her favourite ice cream one last time, Maya used it to buy a first aid kit and treat Chifuyu's wounds.

Chifuyu didn't know that. She'd never tell him about that. But he somehow saved her that day. Who knew falling in love could give you a reason to live?

Or, maybe it was simply a distraction from how utterly tragic her life had suddenly gotten. Her childhood ended at 13 when her mother and father died but her inner child continued to cling to Chifuyu like it was the last thing she had left. But now that was over. That fantasy was over and it all came crashing down. There was no more pretending, there was no more dreaming. Chifuyu didn't love her back. What happened last night was a mistake to him— something he deeply regretted and now Maya had to deal with the emotional consequences of it. "I need to call in sick I—"

"Doctor Kaneko, we're very short on staff tonight. I'm literally a new hire and they have me working the first day with no training. Please come in" The new receptionist at Sunshine Grove pleads

Maya feels gross and sad and tired and exhausted and just a whole bunch of emotions at once. "I really don't feel well right now. I've never taken a day off since I got hired I... I really need this day"

"Yeah I know... I'm sorry... But really we're really really short-staffed. You'll get paid extra and you can come in late if you'd like!"

That didn't make any sense for her to be paid extra when she was just coming to her normal shift.  Maya had always been to kind for her own good and the sound of the new employee's desperation made her ache so she gave in. Maya has been sitting on the floor of her bathroom since she got back. She's lightheaded and still needs to shower but she couldn't find the motivation to get up until she saw the time and that she had only two hours since her shift started. She called in to take her first ever day off since she started working but unfortunately, she had to come in. She wanted to cry. Maya didn't feel like doing anything right now. All she could think about was the harsh rejection she faced and Kazutora's words.

He knows you're pretty, he just doesn't love you.

She feels gross and used. If you told middle school Maya that Matsuno Chifuyu would make her feel this way in the future, she'd probably kick you in the shins and set your homework on fire. But Maya wasn't in middle school anymore and she had grown up long ago. Chifuyu was no longer someone she could use to cling to her childhood innocence. Chifuyu didn't love her back and probably never would, especially after last night. Maya lost her virginity to Chifuyu and he regretted the entire night, telling her it was a drunken mistake. She still had to shower, still had to eat something but she couldn't get up. The aching in her hips and thighs was gone but now her spine hurts from how long she'd been crouched over on the floor. Her phone buzzed at 9:30 pm with a text from the nurse who was assigned to the 4th floor asking where she was. Maya resists the urge to call the old lady and cuss her out. It wasn't like she did her job anyway. Maya was the one doing all the work. But she hadn't broken down enough for that yet. Her shift had already started and here she was still sitting on her bathroom floor, not showered and really fucking hungry. But time is money and maybe just going to her shift might make her feel better.

Maya gets into the shower and washes her hair, doing her entire routine and then—

Maya cut her hair. Chifuyu said he liked it long so she cut it short. She hated it. She hated everything, she wanted to change everything.

Chifuyu said he liked her hair long so she cut it short.

Maya hates endings; the endings of movies, the ending of a series or novel she invested herself in, the ending of an art project she poured her heart into. She thinks the inevitable ending of her and Chifuyu takes the cake though, the creme de la creme of endings, the one that sits at the tippy top of her shitty, neverending list.

She wants to say something so badly and thinks she finally understands what people say when they tell someone their unsaid words are trapped in their throat, almost choking them. It's in no way hard for a functioning person to pick up a phone and shoot a text, but when you're a fresh outta university Japanese girl who's wearing heartbreak like a badge contemplating sending a text to an unrequited lover whose contact sits in your phone with a heart next to their name, maybe it is a bit hard.

Maybe if she really wanted to, she could. She could pick up her phone, open iMessage, and at least cuss him out but the option seemed a little embarrassing more than anything. But embarrassment aside, she wants to protect herself, it's the only rational thing to do in this situation. If she sees the text message go green inside of blue paired with the red lettering on the screen beneath the text saying not delivered, Maya feels she might just rip her own skin off.

A bitter feeling fills Maya's mouth and she almost wants to run to the toilet and throw up, but she swallows it down. Of course, it was her fault things went sour like usual, wasn't it? Why'd she get drunk with him? Why did she even stay over? It was always Maya who was immature— too young— always her who didn't want to make any changes, and always her feelings that didn't matter. Was she protecting herself from the start? Possibly, but she couldn't find herself feeling bad for herself. She likes familiarity and the safety it provided.

But the familiarity is too comfortable now, so hours after her least favourite ending thus far, Maya cuts her waist-length black hair short around her shoulders. It took more time than she wanted for her to get the short wolf-cut style she wanted and surprisingly her hair feels so soft and new with all the dead ends and more cut-off— for the first time since this morning, she lets the smallest of real smiles settle upon her face.

Chifuyu really used to love her hair, loved how it was always soft and naturally a bit curly, long till her waist. But now Maya's hair is short, and when she tries to mimic the way Chifuyu would card through her hair, her fingers run through too fast due to all the length chopped off, pretending to ignore the fresh wave of heartbreak washing over her.

Deep down Maya knows that things will never be okay again, but at least she can pretend.

Maya often wishes things in life had a refresh button, or that things would be shut down and start up brand new like a laptop did when you held the power button down for too long. unfortunately, things never work out in her favour, and that's nothing more than a faraway impossibility.

Chifuyu said he liked Maya's hair long so she cut it short.

With the help of kitchen scissors and a YouTube tutorial, Maya hopes to forget anything Chifuyu ever said about her and heads to work.

Her shoulders are slouched as she heads through the front gate of the hospital, lazily showing her ID badge to the security at the gate. It's about 11:00 pm. "You're late" the man said

Maya was too tired to notice it wasn't the usual security guard. "yeah..." she mumbled as the man handed her badge back

Maya walks through the parking lot and up to the front doors, entering the silent building. She greets the new receptionist without really looking at him and heads into the locker room behind the front desk. She had come wearing her scrubs and had her coat in her bag. Maya doesn't really look in the mirror as she puts her bag in her locker and slides on her coat, clipping the pager to the waistband of her pants and the ID to the breast pocket. Maya sighs and takes a seat on the bench feeling tired. She didn't want to be here. She was exhausted and sad and felt like she could cry again at any moment.

He knows you're pretty, he just doesn't love you.

Kazutora's words ring through her head constantly. It's making her feel physically sick. She's nauseous. Maya wants to throw up all over the floor. She wants to go and— "Doctor Kaneko" Fingers snap in front of her face

Maya flinched and looked up seeing Kakucho standing over her(she was a bit too tired to notice he wasn't wearing his uniform but in a suit). "You're late," He says cocking his head to the side "Nurse has already given the patients food"

Maya nods. "That's a first. Usually, I'm the one doing her job"

Kakucho gives her a gentle smile. "New haircut?"

Her hand comes up to touch one of the newly cut short locks. "ah yeah... spontaneous decision" Maya says with a nervous laugh, hoping he can't see how fucking depressed she looks right now

Oh wait. It's Monday. Izana. The IV bag. The director.

Now Maya just feels even worse. Through her self-loathing and depression, she forgot about Izana. What she was going through was nothing compared to what had been happening to him for the past 2 months without his knowledge. "Uh so... Has the patient from 401 been discharged yet?" She asks standing up and adjusting her coat

Kakucho shakes his head no then looks at his watch. "Ah~ about that, Mr. Kurokawa said he wanted to see you before he left..." He says lowly, looking away from her "He's been discharged but he said he wanted to wait for you before leaving"

Maya's eyes soften. Now she just feels even worse. "O-Oh... I better hurry up then"

They enter the elevator and Maya can't help but feel like utter shit. She shoves her hands into the pockets of her white doctors' coat and she stares up at the small black display screen showing the floors they pass by. She'll tell Izana. She'll tell what's been happening and apologize. Maybe it'll make her feel a lot less shitty about what has happened today. After all, it wasn't her fault. Maybe she should have been a bit more critical of the orders given to her for Izana's treatment and it would have stopped and maybe Izana could have maybe switched hospitals. But now she figures Izana could sue after she tells him. At this point with how terrible she's been feeling, Maya wouldn't even blame Izana if he decides to get angry and lash out at her. Her shoulders slump and she doesn't notice Kakucho staring at her. "Doctor... Are you alright?"

She looks up at him and nods. "Yeah, I'm alright"

But the look in her eyes showed how utterly exhausted she was. Maya had attempted to do her makeup just like she always does before her shift but she ended up crying her mascara and concealer off so she was bare-faced, not wanting to be an absolute mess at work in case she cried again. Her dark circles were showing as well as the few little moles scattered on her nose and cheeks. The elevator stops and the doors open on the fourth floor. Kakucho lets her step out first and they walk side by side towards room 401 all the way at the end of the hall. "You look tired" Kakucho says "had a rough night?"

Maya laughs a bit.

He knows you're pretty he just doesn't love you.

"You can say that," she says then as they approach the door she speaks up again "Security unlocked his door right?"

Kakucho just hums. Maya doesn't press the bracelet to the scanner and just twists the doorknobs. An odd feeling of dread fills her but she's already opened the door all the way and Kakucho stands behind her, holding it open. Maya freezes.

Fight, flight or freeze are the three most basic stress responses. They reflect how your body and mind will react to danger.

Fight. When your body feels that it is in danger and believes you can overpower the threat, you'll respond in fight mode. Your brain releases signals to your body, preparing it for the physical demands of fighting.

Flight. If your body believes you cannot overcome the danger but can avoid it by running away, you'll respond in flight mode. A surge of hormones, like adrenaline, gives your body the stamina to run from danger longer than you typically could.

Freeze. This stress response causes you to feel stuck in place. This response happens when your body doesn't think you can fight or flight.

Unfortunately, Maya froze. Her heart pounded so loudly in her chest it was all she could hear. Her body trembles as she feels Kakucho's hand rest on her shoulder. "Well if it isn't my favourite doctor!" Izana croons happily as he folds up the sleeves of his black silk dress shirt "Been waiting a while for you"

He's no longer wearing the two-piece white cotton outfit all the patients wore. Instead, he's wearing beige trousers and a black silk dress shirt. His shoulder-length hair that's usually a little messy is slicked back and tied in a half up half down style and he's wearing Hanafuda full moon earrings. But what he was wearing wasn't the point, it was what was happening in the room that made Maya freeze. Near the window down on their knees were the two nurses in charge of the 4th floor, Doctor Sawamura who only showed up a hand full of times she had been hired and the hospital director. They were all bloody and bruised, Doctor Sawamura and the hospital director shifting in and out of consciousness while the nurses were trembling in fear, faces splattered with blood and necks turning purple. "Come in! Come in!" Izana says with a grin walking over to her "I've been waiting so long for you. I can see it's your new haircut that made you late"

Other than the staff, there were a few men inside as well, all wearing suits. Maya's heart drops recognizing one of the men, Haitani Ran, the club owner from Saturday. She's breathing shaky as Izana grabs both her wrists and drags her into the room. Kakucho walks in as well, and her heart skips a beat at the sound of the door clicking behind them. Izana's hands grip her wrists painfully tight then with ease shifts them both into one hand. "Shion, what ya' got?" Izana asks one of the men in the room

Maya is breathing shaky. Her knees are weak and she can't get herself to move. There are puddles of blood on the floor and the guy wearing glasses is fixing a silencer onto a pistol. Her throat feels tight at the sight of it and now she can't tear her eyes away from it. "Uh..." The Shion guy who's got a scalp tattoo on the side of his head says feeling around his pockets then pulling out two baggies and examining them "Xanax and Rohpynal"

Izana holds his hand out and says. "One of both" Shion puts a single pill of each into Izana's palm

"I don't think that's safe. You're tryna make her overdose?" Haitani Ran asks with a playful pout while leaning against the wall "Thought we could sell her. Pretty face could make us a bunch"

Maya feels sick and gross and she just wants to go home. She knew she should have stood up for herself and said she didn't want to come in for work. "Now unless you want Kisaki to shoot your brains out, I suggest you swallow" Izana says and without warning shoves both pills into her mouth

Maya swallows without thinking, her brain processing this slowly to protect itself. She's pushed down to her knees next to one of the nurses. Maya thinks she's having a panic attack of some kind. It sounds like she's underwater, their voices distant and she can't fucking move. Maya can't get herself to move. Her body trembles and her head hangs low, staring down at the floor. "It was her" One of the nurses says frantically, pleading to the men before them "It was all her we—"

A loud smack sounds and the nurse's body crumples to the floor right in front of Maya. Shion then grabs her by the hair and makes her sit up, the woman clawing at Shion's hand to make him let go. "Did any of us ask?" He says lowly, holding a gun to her temple

The nurse just whimpers pitifully. "Calm down Shion. Let's get our newest arrival up to date and tell her what's been going on" Izana says with a smile

The nurse is thrown to the floor again and towards a few men who were dressed a bit differently than Ran, Shion, Kisaki, Kakucho and Izana. "teach her a lesson" Ran calls to the men

"Shion snap her out of it" Izana says in a dismissive tone, leaning against the hospital bed

Without warning, Maya feels her hair being pulled so she's no longer looking at the floor and Shion slaps her across the face hard. She chokes out a gasp and Shion lets go of her hair while Maya cups her cheek. The slap snaps her out of her panicked state but the drugs also start to take effect. She starts to hear moans and cries from where Shion had tossed the nurse. She doesn't dare turn her head and look. She'd rather not throw up right now at the sight of her co-worker being violated. Maya didn't think she could speak. She probably shouldn't try to either. She doesn't want to end up like the nurse being defiled, nor the one next too her who was bleeding from her head. She doesn't want to end up like the other doctors either, bloody and bruised, looking like death. Izana is speaking but she only hears bit and pieces. "He made you his pawn ... and our resident slackers... supported him"

She doesn't understand. Her head is going fuzzy and his words are coming in from one ear and out from the other. Maya's vision begins to go fuzzy. Her mouth is dry and her head is empty. Her heart isn't even beating that fast anymore despite the terrifying situation she's in right now. It feels like she might sleep. No, she definitely will pass out. Izana force-fed her not one but two tranquillizers. Xanax and Rohpynal were not a good combination. If he wanted her out of it, just Rohpynal would have been enough. But she figures that he wanted her sedated enough to keep still and awake while the horrors around her happen and she wouldn't move a muscle. She hears a whipping noise and blood splatters across Maya's face and her clothes. The nurse next to her drops dead with a bullet through the brows, the muffler keeping the pistol quiet. Instantly, Doctor Nakamura and Doctora Sawamura start pleading for their lives. Maya's head falls again, staring down at her knees. She thinks she might pass out. But Ran grabs her by her hair and makes her look up again and watch as Shion slits Doctor Sawamura's throat, slowly, inch by inch. Blood splatters everywhere. "I swear to god if any of that gets on me" Izana warns and Shion simply salutes him and lets Sawamura's body fall to the floor with a thud

Maya's eyes begin to fall shut, unable to keep herself awake but Ran roughly pats her cheek and forces her to stay conscious. "Hey, don't fall asleep yet" Ran coos then laughs and turns to look at Izana "Shit you were right. she does have blowjob eyes"

Maya hopes they don't kill her slowly. She hopes they make her death quick and painless. She watches Shion pull out some kind of tool and start pulling each one of Doctor Nakamura's fingernails out. She flinches and her eyes fall shut. Her knees are wet with the blood from the dead nurse pooling around her, she's got it on her face and clothes. Maya wants to call Naoto and ask for help. She wants to call Chifuyu to come save her. She needs help. She's terrified but her body isn't responding to her. It seemed like she zoned out for a moment because she felt another set of roughing pats against her cheek but this time it was Izana. "look at you..." Izana coos, his voice a soft whisper so the other men couldn't hear him

Maya barely heard him over Doctor Nakamura's screams. "You know what you remind me of?" He asks, one of his hands coming up to grip her jaw

His fingers dig into her skin. His nails have probably left indents on her cheeks but Maya doesn't even flinch. She feels like she's melting. "there's something about you... you remind me of a bunny" Izana's words dripped with a sinister charm, sending shivers down her spine

Her senses dulled, and she struggled to comprehend his words, feeling a strange mix of confusion and fear. Izana's tone held an eerie fascination as if he found amusement in her helpless state. Maya tried to muster a response, but her limbs felt heavy, her thoughts clouded by the drug's embrace. In her haze, she couldn't grasp the significance of his comparison, only a profound sense of vulnerability enveloping her like a suffocating shroud. The Izana's gaze lingered on her, his expression twisted into a smirk of perverse satisfaction. "Yes, a bunny," he talks more to himself than her, his voice a soft whisper taking on a predatory edge

His words slithered into her consciousness, stirring a primal instinct to flee, but her body remained immobilized, trapped within the drug-induced haze. She fought against the encroaching darkness, desperate to break free from his sinister grip, but her efforts were futile against the potent cocktail coursing through her veins. It's then she hears an odd zipping noise and a nylon thread is wrapped around her neck. She's frozen and caught in a haze. Maya can't even bring her hands up to plead for her life. She's struck staring up at Izana's lilac eyes. 

Was this going to be the last thing she saw?

Were Izana's eyes going to be her last memory of the living world?

But it seemed Izana had a different plan for her as he unloops the thread from around her neck with a grin. "tell you what, we'll play a little game" Izana says, talking in a normal tone again over Nakamura's screams as if his deal even made any sense "I'll give you 5 minutes. If you can get through the front doors of the hospital in 5 minutes, I'll let you go and we can pretend none of this happened"

Maya is finally able to get her words out. "and if I don't?" she whispers out breathlessly

Izana smiles at her. It's eerie and scary. He takes a strand of her freshly cut hair between her fingers and says "I'll decide when I catch you, little bunny"

Izana starts the timer and it takes Maya a while to even get up off the floor. The men in the room laugh mockingly at the way she stumbles like a newborn fawn. Her knees ache from kneeling for so long and just trying to get to the door wastes an entire minute. She can't get the door open. Her hands keep slipping due to the blood and standing upright is an entire task on its own. Just then a large hand grabs the doorknob and twists it, opening it for her. Maya doesn't even look at who it is and stumbles through the doorway. Maya's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled through the dimly lit hallway, her footsteps echoing against the cold, unforgiving walls. Panic surged through her veins, fueled by the disorienting effects of the drug coursing through her system. Every step felt like a battle against the encroaching darkness, her mind a haze of confusion and fear. With each passing moment, the sense of urgency intensified, driving her forward toward the distant glow of the elevator's illuminated panel. She could hear the faint hum of its machinery, a beacon of hope amidst the oppressive atmosphere of her captivity. Adrenaline surged through her veins as she pushed herself to move faster, her instincts screaming for escape. As she finally reached the elevator's doors, her trembling fingers fumbled for the button, praying for salvation from the nightmare that had become her reality. "come on, come on" she mumbled, pressing the button repeatedly

Finally, with a soft ding, the doors parted, revealing the sanctuary she so desperately sought. Without hesitation, Maya stumbled inside, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she frantically pressed the button for the ground floor. She felt helpless but with each passing floor, her hope grew stronger, fueling her determination to break free from Izana's clutches. She almost blacks out a few times, her heart rate slowing and it feels like she might sleep. But thankfully with another ding, the silver doors part again. With a desperate surge of adrenaline, Maya stumbled toward the front door of the building, her vision blurring at the edges as the drugs tightened their grip on her consciousness. She could feel herself teetering on the brink of unconsciousness, her limbs heavy and unresponsive as she fought to reach safety. But just as she reached out for the door handle, her strength failed her, and she crumpled to the ground in a heap of limbs and despair. "Fuck" she whimpers as she tries getting up

It's hopeless. Utterly hopeless. Her hands reach for her phone in her pocket. She forgot she had that. Maya calls the first person she can think of.

Chifuyu.

She waits and waits and waits but there is no answer. His phone goes to voicemail and Maya whimpers, leaning against the wall, desperately trying to regain her strength and just get up. Chifuyu wasn't answering. She tries to call someone else but her phone slips from her grasp and falls to the floor with a loud crack. Her eyes fall shut. Tears stung at the corners of Maya's eyes as she lay there, her body wracked with pain and exhaustion. She's covered in blood that isn't her's and she might just die if she doesn't get out. In the haze of her fading consciousness, Maya barely registered the sound of footsteps approaching, the echo of her Izana's chilling laughter piercing through the fog in her mind. "Oh~" he coos crouching down in front of her "looks like you lost little bunny"

He's mocking her. Maya doesn't even have the energy to cry. "How about you take up my offer and come to my beach house" Although it wasn't an offer this time "We'll have lots of fun together, bunny"

Then, with a sickening sense of dread, she felt strong arms encircle her, pulling her back into the darkness from which she had fought so hard to escape. As the world faded into blackness, Maya could only pray that somehow this was only a nightmare and she fell asleep on her bathroom floor.

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"What’re you gonna do with her?" Kisaki asks, watching Kakucho put Maya in the back seat of the car

Izana simply waves him off. "You worry about Tachibana, Tetta. Let me have fun with my pretty doctor"

Izana looked as happy as a toddler who just got a new toy. The cleaning crew is heading into the hospital the clean up the mess left. Kisaki makes a grunt kind of noise. "Oh, and where is Manjiro?" Izana asks, turning on the child locks just in case and shutting the car door "I thought that little shit was going to be here tonight"

"You know how he is," Kisaki says with a sigh pushing his glasses further up his nose "Mikey does what he wants"

Izana sighed and looked at the girl lying unconscious in the backseat of the car wearing scrubs, a white coat and smeared with blood on her knees, hands, white coat and face. "Tell him to come see me. I missed him."

How pretty.

notes: lol. I do NOT condone any of the actions in this fic. This is all fiction.

My birthday is on March 7th so if I manage to finish the next chapter by then, I will post it cuz why not? I'm unfortunately turning 20 😭 so lol. However if I don't get it finished then the next update will be on Monday as planned and I’ll post this other fic I’ve been working on.

taglist: @kokonoiscoconut @mysouleaten @yaya4thawin @piroporopo @reiners-milkbiddies @bontensbabygirl

[number1jeonginstan]

hiii love love love your work !! i recently had a dream about chan as a p.e teacher and it was so heartwarming seeing him interact with the students but i CANNOT stop thinking abt how good he looked in the lowcut shirt he was wearing that exposed his collarbones djsifnwjdkw anyway i wanted to request a gym teacher!chan x english teacher!afab reader smut where the reader is helping chan put away equipment during lunch but they get a bit distracted in the storage room 👀👀

pairing: teacher! Chan x afab!teacher reader

warnings: swearing, kissing, smut, and some fluff too!

word count: 3.5k (I got a bit carried away...)

18+ Minors DNI

A/N: Sorry this took so long, but I hope it is to your liking! I didn't do it so the kids are at school, because personally, I find that a bit weird, sorry! I write what I feel comfortable, but I try and keep the premise of the story that you asked!! I hope y'all like it because it was fun to write and I got a bit carried away when it came to the smut. (heheheheh) I hope y'all enjoy!!!

smut warnings: unprotected sex, daddy kink, technically public sex (but like, there is no one else at school...), creampie  

It was your first day of your new job, your nerves going through the roof and the cup of coffee in your hands was not helping. It wasn’t like you didn’t know how to teach, you were doing private tutoring for years while in college for high schooler’s essays and did the whole student-teacher thing to get your degree, but this was the first time you were teaching by yourself. 

You were getting paid way more than other teachers to teach 3rd grade in a rural town in the middle of nowhere. Everyone here was rich, like wearing Louis Vitton bags to hold their dogs rich. While driving to school, the plethora of porches and teslas didn’t surprise you. Being in such a small town where everyone knew each other, you were terrified of messing up. 

Sure working with teens would have been more intimidating, but working with a bunch of 8-year-olds olds, now that’s scary. What if they didn’t like you, teased you, and didn’t think you were funny enough? Before you ended up in more of a whirlwind spiral, you crashed into something. You could feel something cold hitting the back of your hand as coffee spilled all over what was in front of you. 

You look up to see a man with curly hair and wearing a matching tracksuit, the thing you must have hit was his whistle. Before he could even react, you started profusely apologizing. 

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry, let me wash this for you. I can’t believe I did something so stupid, your suit looks nice too, I can’t believe I ruined it” You continued your word vomit only to be interjected by the man’s voice in front of you. 

“Don’t worry about it, accidents happen, I can just take my jacket off” he simply unzipped his jacket and shrugged it off, allowing the tanktop he was wearing underneath to show off his defined muscles. “See, no harm done” he grinned, his smile toothy causing a slight blush to appear upon your cheeks. 

“Again, I sincerely apologize, I had no idea you were there” you continued on, too afraid to look him in the face as you apologized. 

“It’s okay,” he said, placing his hand on your shoulder, “now breathe with me” he lifted a hand, inhaling loudly, causing you to follow suit. You both exhaled at the same time, a slight chuckle leaving his lips as you did.

“I get it, first-day, you will be fine, I believe in you” he grinned. “Thank you” you gleamed back “I’m so sorry, but I didn’t get your name?” you asked.

“It’s Coach Bhang, or Chris to the adults” he chuckled. Before you could respond with your name, he interrupted you “You are the new teacher right? Your kids have me right before lunch today” 

You looked at him a bit confused, not knowing how he knew who you were already. “The principal told me, I was on the committee to hire you” answering the question that must have been written on your bewildered face. 

“Oh, it’s very nice to meet you, Chris, but I truly must get going. I guess I’m going to see you before lunch!” you said, trying to turn around and leave to get to your class on time. He simply nodded, waving you goodbye as you left him there. You looked even better and sweeter in person he thought to himself. 

He was so excited to have someone his age around. When the hiring committee asked for his help, knowing that many kids confided in him, he wanted to find someone young. He wanted to make sure the kids got a different perspective, especially growing up with parents who always thought they were doing the “best” for their kids. 

He appreciated all of his seniors in his school, knowing that they had been teaching kids for years, some even being his teachers while he grew up. When he saw your resume, your reason for teaching caught his eye before anything else. 

“I want to make sure that every kid is comfortable. It isn’t just about teaching them, but making sure they have fun along the ride. Kids are supposed to have fun at a young age and not stress out. I want to make it so they are in an environment where they can confide in me.” 

He knew then and there, you were what their school needed. It took a bit of convincing, but he had gotten you to the school, and there you were with your long skirt and sweater covered in apples, glasses laying on the bridge of your nose with a cheesy smile ridden on your face. 

He couldn’t have even gotten mad at you when you spilled coffee on him, you were just too sweet, apologizing even with your “first day of school” jitters.

You finally got to your classroom, placing your almost empty cup of coffee onto your desk. You had spent almost a week preparing everything. Your room was filled with color, allowing all your kids to express themselves in their own way.

You had made a reading corner with all your favorite books as a kid surrounded by beanbags, your walls empty and ready for whatever art the kids make. It felt like home. You sighed as you finished taking in your room admiring each crevice before the kids rushed in.

As the kids began to trickle in, you saw the excitement on all of the kid’s faces. Some looked at you a bit confused, others whispering with their friends. They were all so cute, falling into their own cliques and taking a look at the place they were going to spend most of their time. 

You even overheard some of the parents talking which intrigued you a bit. 

“Did you hear about the new teacher?” one asked while the mother nodded. “Yeah, my son Sohee is in her class, I hope she’s good or else I’m going to take it up with my husband, he is the county’s superintended after all,” she said with a fake laugh. 

“I agree, I hope she doesn’t try and steal a man’s husband like the last one. Poor Susan, she was crushed after she found out” she giggled. “I know, I can’t believe that he slept with that skank, hopefully, this one doesn’t try the same innocent act”

“I agree, but do you think Coach Bahng will be coming out today, I don’t see him. He’s the only reason I dropped off Sohee or else I would have gotten his nanny to do it” 

“I saw him earlier,” said the woman with blonde hair, Sohee’s mother, “he finally took off that damn jacket, and can I say, I would not be opposed to taking a bite out of him” she chuckled, biting her nail.

“Oh, you are so bad!” the other woman laughed. You quickly walked away before you could overhear any more of their conversation. 

Thirty minutes after the first bell rang, all the kids were situated in their seats. You opted to give kids assigned seats to all the kids to help you get and know them better. They were all chatting amongst their selves, reminiscing about where they traveled for summer break, what they did, and who they met. 

It was cute seeing them all talk amongst themselves, seated in their tiny desks, giggling away. You decided that it was time to introduce yourself, and try and get on their good side. 

“Hi, class!” you said as you walked in front of the classroom, causing them all to direct their attention. “My name is Miss L/N, and I’m your teacher this year” you grinned, trying to see all their reactions. 

They all shyly replied with a short and curt “hi”. “I thought, because it’s the first day of school, we can all draw what we did over the summer and what your favorite things are!” you laughed watching all the kids get excited.

They all pulled out their markers, colored pencils, and crayons ready for the paper you were passing out. After another 15 minutes had passed, every kid began sharing. Showing what they did through their pictures, as well as telling stories from their adventures.

As they began to wrap up, one of the kids, who you think was named Lily, asked you what you did. This caused all the kid's attention to get off their friends and onto you. 

“Oh I didn’t do much this summer, just prepared to hang out with you guys” you explained causing all the kids to groan. 

“That’s boring” one of the kids yelled “Don’t you have a boyfriend or something, all the other teachers are married except Coach Bahng, except my mom said he could have been my dad,” he said out loud, causing all the kids to giggle. 

One thing that you forgot about kids was their blunt honesty. “Umm, I don’t have a boyfriend” you replied, trying to change the topic you quickly blurted out “Would you look at the time guys, it’s time to go to P.E” 

This diverted all the attention from the boy’s previous question, they waddled out of their seats into a single-formed line, which amazed you. For 8-year-olds, they already knew what they had to do. The line leader was the Sohee, the boy’s mother was the one you overheard in the hall. You chuckled a bit, seeing how eager they were to get to their next class. 

As you were walking, you asked Sohee why all the kids were so excited. “It’s because Coach Bahng is sooooooo fun” he exclaimed, jumping up and down. “He loves playing with us, and he always finds games that are fun and not like the old P.E. teacher who made us run all the time in kindergarten” 

You simply nodded, bringing them all into the gym, taking attendance, and making sure all 17 of your students were there. That was when you ran into Chris again, he smiled at you, coming over as all the kids went into their respective locker rooms. “So, how are you liking the school so far?” he asked when he was in front of you.

“It’s good so far, everyone was so sweet and we did a kind of show and tell of what they did over the summer with pictures they drew,” you told him. He noticed how expressive your eyes were as you told him what you guys did in your class. 

“That’s amazing”

“I know” you replied “I also wanted to apologize about what happened earlier this morning, I would love to make it up to you in some way” you stated, still feeling guilty about the whole coffee fiasco. 

“I mean you don’t have to, but I do need to clean the gym’s storage closet, and would really appreciate some help” 

“Consider me there!” you giggled, “here, give me your number so I know what time I have to be there” You pulled out your phone quickly, not knowing how long it would be before the kids came out and you did not want to be see with your phone. 

“Here you go” he said, returning your phone in your hands “text me first so I get your number, I have to take care of these gremlins now” he chuckled, watching the kids pile out of the locker room. 

“So you said you needed some help?” you asked. It was Saturday morning and you were there at 8 am like you promised. The rest of the week had worked out smoothly, other than the day when a kid in your class’s dad asked if you were single, which caused a bit of an uncomfortable situation. 

Chan admired you, you were dressed in a long shirt that was falling off one of your shoulders and leggings, your hair a bit messy framing your face. He told you there was going to be some heavy lifting due to the both of you having to clean out the gym’s storage room, and you had dressed for the occasion.

Chan was wearing some basketball shorts and his signature tank top. If anyone could look good in a wife-beater, it would be him. You quickly shooed the thoughts away, not wanting him to catch on. You were doing him a favor for spilling coffee on him, that’s it, but why did he have to look so good? 

“Yeah, we just have to take some things out of the storage room and clean it up so I can make sure I have all the supplies for our next lesson. It’s just doing inventory” he said with his signature smile. His eyes curled up as you simply nodded, following him. 

You both got into the groove of fixing the closet, he cleaned everything up while you were taking inventory. He brought in another box, and he accidentally kicked in the door stopper, causing the door to shut. 

“Oh shit” he exclaimed as he saw what just happened, you looked up to see the door completely closed. “Fuck, how are we supposed to get out” he groaned, rubbing his face in his hands.

“What happened” you asked, walking up to him, still a bit confused about what had happened. 

“The door only opens from the outside, which means we are stuck in here for” he checked his phone “another 2 hours til the janitor is going to come in here and take all the trash like I asked him to” 

“Why can’t we call someone?” you asked, your face ridden with worry.

“There is no cell service, I told Josh to put a tower in the gym in case this happens, but he didn’t” 

“Oh,” you sighed sitting on the floor, patting the spot next to you to sit down. He reluctantly did, both of your backs pressed against the wall. 

“What should we do with all this spare time?” you asked, looking at his chiseled face right next to you. The terrible lighting of the storage room didn’t do his features justice. 

“Why don’t we get to know each other better?” he asked “I mean you are new here” 

“Oh, well, I grew up in a small town. Not like this though, everyone here is filthy rich” 

“You can tell me about it, I overheard some mom talk about how she got her husband to pay for a 40k boob job just for finally cleaning her house. I feel like it benefited the husband more than her though” 

You laughed at his joke, “I’m 23, and I don’t know what else, there isn’t much interesting about me” 

“Well I think that is quite interesting,” he said, looking directly into your eyes. He didn’t know what came over him, but he took your face in his hands, cusping it and placing a kiss directly onto your lips. Before you could even react, he quickly tore off of you.

“Shit, I’m so sor” You kissed him back before he could even finish his apology. You didn’t know how long had passed, but you slowly climbed into his lap, lips still connected. 

You didn’t want to pull away from him, his pillow lips. He pulled you down, your clothed cunt rubbing against his already semi-hard erection causing you both to moan. “Am I going too fast, because we can stop?” he asked, removing his lips from yours. 

“No, please don’t stop Chan” you whimpered, rutting against his erection a bit harder and faster in pace than before. You were like two teenagers dry humping in the back of a truck “Fuck, you are going to be the death of me” 

He trailed his fingers under your shirt, slowly unclasping your bra as he brought his hand over your already-hardened nipple. You whimpered into his neck, as you slowly began to remove his shorts from underneath the two of you. 

He picked you both up, allowing his pants to fall down, placing you on the floor, and removing his sleeveless shirt. You looked up at him in awe as you began to remove your leggings that were hugging your legs, tossing them near his shorts. 

You moaned at the sight of his happy trail peeking outside of his boxers, as he lifted you up again, your back pressed against the wall. 

He ran a finger along your already-soaked panties, groaning at how wet you were. “Fuck baby, so wet for me, can’t wait til you can take my cock” 

He removed your panties, the cool air hitting your cunt. He placed a finger near your slit, running it back and forth before placing his finger in your mouth. 

“Suck on it like a good girl” 

You did as he said, sucking on the fingers that he placed in your mouth, moaning and the feeling of his heavy fingers on your tongue, tasting your essence on his finger. 

You sucked on them, looking at him with your doe eyes. “What a good girl, can’t wait for you to suck my cock next time” 

Your ears perked at him saying next time, you were glad this wasn’t a one time thing. 

He took his fingers out of your mouth, placing it on your clit, rubbing it. “Feel so good” you whispered into his ear. 

“Feels good baby? Wait until I put my fingers in you” 

He was still holding your body up with just his left arm, while the other one was running up and down your slit. 

He slowly inserted a finger into you, thrusting it in and out before adding a second. “Feels so good Daddy” you moaned around his fingers, causing him to go faster.

“Fuck, baby is already babbling on Daddy’s fingers? Wait until she takes Daddy’s cock” he moaned as he began to scissor his fingers in your cunt. 

“Baby’s pussy is so tight, don’t think she can even take my cock” 

“No, I can, I can take Daddy’s cock” you cried. His fingers felt amazing, but his cock felt huge underneath you, and you needed it inside of you.

You pawed at his boxers, releasing his cock from them. You were right, he was huge. His tip was an angry red, leaking beads of pre-cum. He was thick and long, bigger than average.

No wonder he was trying to prep you, you wouldn’t be able to take him without it.

“Baby’s such a needy whore for Daddy, can’t even wait” he took his fingers out of you, making you whimper at the loss. 

He placed them in his own mouth, tasting you on them “But fuck do you taste good”

He began to run his cock along your slit, causing you to moan, your walls already clenching around nothing. 

“Wait baby, I don’t have a condom, are you sure?”

“Please Daddy, need your cock  in me. I’m clean and on birth control”

“Fuck, my baby wants me to fuck her raw, want me to breed you, give you a kid of your own?” 

You just nodded, needing to feel him inside you. “Be good for Daddy and wrap your legs around me” 

You did as he asked as he pushed the tip inside your cunt. You were so tight and warm he let out a groan. It took him a while, but he had fully bottomed you out.  

“Fuck so good Daddy, you can fuck into me, please fuck me Daddy”

He began to thrust into you, lifting you a bit, your back feeling cool as he pounded you into the wall. The position you were in felt so good, he was hitting that spot inside of you and you didn’t know how long you were going to last.

“Fuck Daddy, so good, your cock is so good” 

“Yeah, you like Daddy’s cock in you, fucking into you til you are a babbling mess?” 

Your walls clenched around him when he said that. He brought a hand down to your clit, simultaneously playing with it as he pounded into you. 

“Fuck, cunt is squeezing me so good, it’s like you were made for me”

“Fuck Daddy, so good feels too good, gonna cum”

“Yeah, gonna be a good whore and cum around my cock, gonna milk me dry like the good slut you are?” He asked, pounding into you. 

That was all you needed to cum, your walls pulsing around him as he was close behind, one more thrust and he was filling you up your cunt milking him dry. 

“Fuck, that was”

“Amazing?” You asked, as his cock slipped out of you. His cum leaking from your cunt as you began to put your panties on and him his boxers. 

“Yeah, spectacular even” he laughed 

“Why don’t you let me take you on a date? After we get out of here, I have the perfect place” he grinned, kissing your lips again. 

“Yeah, I would like that, as long as the “perfect place” isn’t your bedroom” you giggled putting on your clothes before someone came and opened the storage room for the two of you. Maybe working at a new school wouldn’t be that bad. 

[halfmoondaze]

Encounters With Love

I can’t tell when this all started; all I know was that right now, the air between me and my best friend felt different.

Me and Jack have been friends since we met in middle school, and I’ve always known that he was going to find a way to get his big break as a rapper. And now, Jack got his big break as his song “What’s Poppin” became viral off Tik Tok and made him one of rap’s breakout stars of 2020. To say I was proud of him was an understatement.  

Even though it seemed that right now he was on top of the world, he never let the fame get to him and kept his promise of keeping me close to him. I love him dearly as a friend, but as his music become more and more recognized, his popularity skyrocketed. Which meant that now I had to share him with everyone else including a bunch of girls. They were breathtaking there was no denying about it, but it hurt because for the longest time I had feelings for him but was too shy to act on it.

The place was buzzing as everyone was having a good time either chatting, dancing around, or taking advantage of the free booze.

Your eyes spotted Jack who was standing across the room with a drink in his hand as he was laughing along something funny being said by one of the friends he was hanging out with.

Once he spotted you, he excused himself to the small crowd and walked over to you with cockiest smirk on his face.

“Look who decided to show up”

“Well, I didn’t want you to miss me too much”

He went for a hug and for a few moments you felt chills down your spine until you pulled away.

“I’m glad you’re here”

You were currently hanging out with some friends that also showed up to the party, and now and then you would notice Jack checking on you.

As the night progressed, you and your friends were dancing and getting lost in the rhythm, as you were feeling more loosen up from doing those rounds of shots earlier.

You glanced quickly at Jack direction who was now standing by the stairs, as he was giving all his attention to a beautiful brunette lady that had her hands all over him. You were taken back and wished you never had to see that with your own eyes, but as you attempted to quickly walk away from your spot but failed miserably as you stumble onto the floor. You didn’t even have a chance to react to what had just happened because as you looked up Jack was already on the floor helping you out.

“Ok I think you had enough drinks for the night” he joked as he helped you up.

“Oh, Jack, hi” you giggling as you were already drunk.

“Hi”

“What do you say if we go sit by the stairs” he said trying to get you to stay still.

“Yea that sounds-“

Before you could manage to finish that sentence, you realized you had vomited all over Jack’s shoes.

The following events after that, were a blur. But Jack left the party early with you by his side.

As he drove you home, you suddenly felt this wave of guilt hitting you.

“I’m sorry I ruined your night”

“What makes you think that?”

“You obviously had plans to hook up with that brunette woman”

“Nah, if im honest I was just trying to let her down easy the whole night”

“Why is that?”

“I don’t know I guess Im just into someone else”

Once he pulled into your driveway, he carried you inside and lay you down in your bed. As he was tucking you, you started talking again.

“You did really good out there, cuz everyone just loves you so”

“Is that so?” he laughed as he tucked you to bed.

“Of course, but I love you more. In fact, I’ve loved you since we were in middle school, but I guess you never liked me back but who could’ve blame you? Just look at you, I’ll just keep it to myself and love you in secret” you said before dozing off.

Jack was out of words.

The next day you woke up in your bed with the worst headache. As you tried to adjust to the sun rays peaking through your blinds, you noticed you were in your bedroom dressed in one of your baggy shirts.

In that moment Jack came through your door.

“Hey sleepyhead, someone had too much fun last night”

“Ugh, don’t remind me of that”

“Oh, there’s a lot of things, In fact I faintly remember you recalling being in love with me since middle school”

As he said that you couldn’t help but begin to stutter and you tried to come up with excuses for what happened last night. But he was quick to shut you up by kissing you.

Once you pulled away after a few seconds Jack spoke:

“So, should I take you out sometime?”

[yanderecandystore]

Could you please do a fanfic for a male version of Yandere! Lady Dimitrescu (from Resident Evil Village game) with the reader.

I really like the Resident Evil franchise but I'm too lazy to know what the hell is happening in the older games XD I'm so sorry about that-

I loved watching playthroughs of Resident Evil Village (can't buy the game ;-;), but I felt like it was a bit empty, idk- I felt like the lords weren't really explored enough.

Also the Duke is the best husbando in the whole game- Fight me! >:3

TW/Tags: GN = Gender Neutral, I normally forget to properly name it when it's gender neutral, most of the time I just say "reader" // maybe ooc // lazy genderbent, I'm terrible with names // size difference // servant reader // mentions of gore/cuts/bruises/blood and deaths (and torture- I'm so sorry-) // reader gets hurt // mentions of vomiting

It's Dinner Already [Yandere!M!Dimitrescu x GN!Reader - Short Fanfiction]

It's dinner time already, unfortunately for you, of course.

It feels almost like a routine at this point- Which in a way, it is! You always take care of your tasks during the day, while dreading the inevitable time for dinner to arrive again.

Everyday, at this exact same hour, you and the other servants would prepare a meal for Lord Dimitrescu and his lovely… Sons…

As someone who has started "working" for their family only a month ago, you can positively say: Starving in the cold woods next to your village would have probably been a more merciful death than the ones you have witnessed at this place. You weren't as accustomed to such brutal executions at your village, actually you hardly even witnessed so much death, at least not so up close.

When you came here, you didn't expect to be instantly comforted and treated with respect- You were a commoner looking for an possibility to thrive in a noble's house, you were basically an easy target for any entitled selfish lord to easily belittle you and make you work for them until your hands would turn to dust. Yet nothing could have prepared you for such an odd situation.

Vampires. Monsters. Fiends if you were bold enough to insult them. You weren't exactly welcomed as much as you were snatched in and now forever trapped inside this castle. You can still hear their laughter… Their insane expressions of pure glee, the way they have bursted into maliciously laughing at your pain as you screamed for help trying to open up their door again and be free from that nightmare.

The chase didn't last even a second, they stabbed your legs with their scythes and brought you deeper inside this hellhole, as you cried your eyeballs out. The sons had brought you back inside so their father could take a look at the "intruder".

An absolute titan amongst the mortals. His height was only a sick reminder of how much power he had over the castle, over his sons, and now- Over you.

He may not have been as massive as he was threatening as you remind him to be, but at the time you were just in awe of his height considering you have never seen someone as tall and as mighty.

Then again- You have never seen vampires as well. Were they the same vampires as the books you've read as a kid? You weren't so sure of it…

You were hoping that if you begged for life and for forgiveness for having disturbed their peace, that they could spare you and let you go back to your village. Sadly enough, you commented on how you were only trying to look for a job as a servant.

You probably shouldn't have given them ideas, but it's too late to think about your mistakes now, however.

The sons begged to see your blood spilled, yet Lord Dimitrescu was merciful enough to grant you your "wish", as he said.

It has been a month ever since you were trapped inside and forced to work as a miserable little servant, and even if you didn't suffer the worst forms of punishments that they had in-store for you, you couldn't help but fantasize about just running away and never turning back.

You're so tired of this castle, of the smell of carnage, of the undeserved and over the top punishments, and especially of the people who would subjugate you to such things.

But at last, it's dinner time already, and you can't keep them waiting.

You feel your hands shaking as you walk out of the kitchen and into the dining room where the masters of the castle were so graciously waiting for you. You know what they're waiting for- But you can't let them distract you, for those that commit accidents are faced with fates worse than death.

Although you would rather do this process quickly, you can't afford mistakes to happen, so you take your time to set not only their meal in front of each one but to also pour "wine" into their glasses. You do all of this without looking directly into their eyes, only bowing down to each one and saying "excuse me"s in what they would call a "decent tone", as the smell of their disgusting beverage starts to irritate your nostrils. If you didn't know the main ingredient to Sanguis Virgins is, you probably wouldn't have this immense disgust over it, but right now just the thought of it makes you want to gag.

Only villains could so easily drink blood, and still make a living out of it.

Your internal thoughts of pure hatred against this whole situation almost completely blinded you to the fact that they were eerily, very quiet.

….

On most nights they would be talking with each other while occasionally making comments about you or your presence. Obviously they were all pretty nasty comments that they somehow expected you to back it up in some way or another, it's when they try to insert you into their conversation that makes you hate this occasion so badly, but it normally ends as quickly as it begins.

But as you are pouring wine to Lord's Dimitrescu, you notice that they haven't said a single thing while you were there. You stop what you're doing as you realize that they were silently observing you this whole time, and as you look into their expressions you come to think that maybe you have messed up-

Somehow, in some way or form, you may have messed up- And the fact this mistake could cost your head only agitates your already very worried mind.

….

A small moment of silence continues before the middle son, Cassandro, starts to chuckle in an almost innocent way- As if he was a kid who just said a bad word for the first time- And as he bursts into sudden laughter, Daniel leans towards Bello and loudly whispers:

"- I told you, they do this every time." To which Bello only replied with:

"- It's almost like hypnosis in a way."

The three sons were mesmerized by your ability to trap yourself in your own mind. They're probably aware that you do this as a defensive mechanism but they still find it comical in a weird way. You feel yourself get more tense as you look up at Lord Dimitrescu and see him staring back at you, with an unreadable expression across his face.

Before you could come up with an excuse to whatever you may have caused to disturb their dinner, the Lord himself spoke.

"- How inappropriate. As my sons, you three should know better than to laugh at our servant's airheaded mind-"

And as he said that, their smiles begin to disappear and be replaced with frowns and a bit of shame as they become stiff at their father's words.

"- And how inappropriate of you, too. To be so distracted in the presence of your masters, that's quite rude don't you think?"

But as he continued their bodies begin to relax once again as they realize he wasn't focusing on them- He was focusing on you.

Words have completely disappeared from your vocabulary as you start to think that maybe you won't be able to see another day after their meal is over. You try to mumble some possible responses before getting interrupted by him once again.

"- It's very rude, so very rude in fact that I think we deserve some answers. What were you so distracted about? What were you thinking that could have possibly taken over your small little head?"

Right now, he was sounding a bit condescending, thankfully not as angry as he would have been with the other servants right about now. Every little mistake was used as excuses for punishments- And if you were walking on thin ice before, right now you are one-step closer to breaking this entire lake and getting yourself killed by the freezing temperatures of the water below you.

Thanks to your luck (or maybe lack thereof, depending on how you see this) Daniel came to "your rescue" by coming up with an excuse for you.

"- Maybe they were hungry." He said without any indications of it being a joke or a lie- As the youngest yet craziest of the bunch, he always had that weird "naive yet dangerous" energy coming from him. He was naive enough to make that statement when it's very clear that you actually despise being near them, but he still was a son of Dimitrescu.

You know better than to underestimate any of these people.

The Lord didn't seem completely convinced as he side eyed Daniel who was blissfully eating his meal without acknowledging his dad's glance or his brother's looks of disapproval.

Without a warning you were pulled closer by your wrist and forced into sitting next to the Lord, who made a sign for another servant to bring you your food. This… Doesn't feel right at all, you're waiting for the worst to come yet you don't feel like you can ever prepare yourself enough for what they have in store.

"- M-My Lord- This isn't needed, I'm fine. I'll just continue my duties, if you can excuse me-" You plead, while trying to get up from your chair.

"- Oh but what host would I be if I didn't take better care of my guests? Poor thing, you must be starving if you can barely serve us wine-" And as his tone gets progressively more sarcastic and a bit louder, you can hear his sons snickering from the other side of the table, but you can't see them since you can't take your eyes away from him.

You're worried that if you look away for just one second, that you may not be able to see ever again.

"- It's so sad when one of our guests feels hungry- What's worse is when we are also very, very hungry."

"- Thirsty, even!"

"- Oh, I can feel my throat drying just at the thought of such misery!- Our dinner seems to be ruined."

You hear their whispers, you hear how they are clearly joking about this- How overly dramatic they're being over something so miniscule as you just- Ignoring them.

Let me remind you this is all because you refuse to look them in the eyes, that you refuse to give them any satisfaction for the heinous things they have done! You've seen so many people get hurt inside this castle only for their sick and twisted thirst and entertainment.

"- Indeed, my boys. My appetite is ruined, though dinner is not over yet-" Lord Dimitrescu spoke as he looked at his sons clearly enjoying your inevitable pain, but before he could continue he turns himself to you again, putting a hand on your arm and saying:

"- Wouldn't you agree?" Loud enough so that his sons could hear it, but soft enough to send the tiniest shivers down your spine.

"- …!"

"- No, no- Please, not again!-" He wouldn't dare do this, would he??

But before you could react he had already done it, you barely noticed how fast he had grabbed that knife to slice your wrist- His hand firmly gripping your arm as he made a deep enough cut so that your blood could be easier to access.

It somehow hurts just as badly as the first time his sons have stabbed your ankles and dragged you across the floor- At least you're not bumping into things like before, and even if it's a deep cut it's not as big as it could be if he used his claws to actually do this.

Oh, oh those claws- You almost thought he would use them on you… Those were something else. You can't remember exactly what happened, and why it happened, but you remember seeing him use those on another servant who may have crossed the line at some point.

Well "crossed the line"- More like "casually inconvenienced him". Lord Alcino may act like an incredibly high noble but he acts so childishly and in such an egotistical manner that you are surprised he can even have a castle like this in the first place! You don't remember what the servant has done to be so cruelly dismantled, but you don't doubt that it was for a stupid reason!

You miss that servant actually- Probably the only person who you actually talked with, and the first one to actually taught you how to do your job… You two could have been friends if he didn't intervene.

You briefly remember those moments before getting to experience the most weird sensation of all- Having your bloody cut be licked and sucked on. It hurts and it stings in a way that not only makes you want to cry but to also gag at the thought of you feeding this monster.

You refuse to look at him even in this scenario, you refuse to see him feeding off your blood… Sometimes you wish you were just as poisonous as some species of frogs, poisonous enough to make his mouth burn so he can experience a fraction of the pain he causes to others.

You tried fleeting away, you tried getting up and moving away but his grip on your arm only helped you in getting closer to him- You have your eyes closed as your only option is to cry and muffle your agony.

But as always, he is not satisfied with you just ignoring him. This was supposed to be a lesson, yet you're clearly avoiding your teacher as best as you can- But not today, little flower, you're not getting out of this so easily.

This is the first time he ever got to really taste your blood, as normally you would be behind the other servants while trying to learn how to please him, the only moments where he gets to see you is when it's dinner time, but oh- You're just so cruel!

Escaping inside your own little head while he has to content himself with just your image. Your presence is very much appreciated around this hour, little one-

He has noticed this before, of course, but it was only when he noticed his son's curiosity over the way you behave around them that made him organize this little trap. He didn't have everything planned actually, his plan only involved getting to this moment no matter what- And oh boy, has luck been on his side!

Your blood tastes better than expected of a commoner, your delicate and fearful whines of pain are just as delightful but what really gets him is this tough persona you try to convince everyone you have- You despise him, and it's clear to see why- But he knows his charms will probably work on you one way or the other.

He gripped your face trying to make sure you'll get to him in the eyes as he has a taste of you. Absolutely delicious, especially after you so gracefully "ruined" their dinner.

His sons were just watching as they continued to drink from their crimson glasses. They were just enjoying the show, as everything seems to easily amuse them- Their father was just showcasing how they were so much better than the common folk, and they have no other option but to take notes and to remember what they have to do if they ever feel ignored by the servants in the castle: Show who are the true masters of this place.

None of them were really interested in drinking from you, considering how all three seemed to recognize how their father has taken a liking towards you. No one would dare mess with their father's prey.

If you had enough strength in you, you would start vomiting as soon as this has started, but the more he takes from you the more you feel like you can barely stay conscious.

He wasn't supposed to take so much, at least not so soon- He wanted to just take a sip but he can't deny the fact he would rather drown himself in your blood than to let go.

He sighs, as he notices that you're slowly getting less and less aggressive, getting more and more tired as he drains you from this cut.

You're not unconscious yet, just barely stable enough to understand what's going on.

"- Sigh… Now that was a decent enough meal." He can't praise you for being tasty, can't have you being cocky around him.

"- Here, since I'm done here I'll take you to the servant's living quarters- And because I'm so kind I'll make sure that wound is safely secured and cleaned, so here- Come along now."

And as he stood up he offered you his hand so you could get up yourself, but you don't have enough energy to walk yourself to your room, thankfully you're already ready to go to bed and wish to never wake up again.

And as the nightmare never ends, he decides that if you are going to be difficult then you leave him no choice but to carry you there. How much has he taken from you?? Jesus, he should learn some self-control before doing this again- The absolute brute that he is.

Your vision may be a little screwed over because of the lack of red cells running through your body at the moment- But you have a weird feeling that you two aren't heading towards the servant's living quarters, as you feel like you two are quite literally going in the opposite direction.

Oh but it's fine- Right?

It'll be fine. Surely. After all, he already took what he wanted from you, and he doesn't seem to need more so- You probably won't have to worry about anything right now, dinner time is already over, you can finally relax now….

🍭꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍰꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖🍭

So I'm sick again- Sorry y'all, I just have a horrible immune system and I really don't understand what is wrong with me-

I'm sorry if you didn't like this boo :(

[luna-writes-stuff]

Thank you for taking my request!! I loved it and if you’re willing to do another one for Kaz, could you write Kaz headcanons about his crush aka reader getting injured on a heist because of an accidentally mishap by Jesper? Thank you either way!!

Oops?, Kaz Brekker

Injured s/o might be my favorite trope. Got a bit carried away while writing. Sorry in advance.

Headcanons, genderneutral s/o

Tw: Angst, descriptions of a fight, being smashed into a wall, blood, injuries, stabwound, concussion….basically the whole shebang. Shooting, killing, breaking someone’s bones, Jesper did an oops, passing out, worried Kaz (that’s new), throwing up, Kaz touches hands with reader. That seems like enough, don’t you think?

- This job wouldn’t even be that difficult or complicated. All you had to do, was to steal a key for a heist that would occur at the same evening. It was a small pickpocket job. One that Kaz could’ve easily done if he hadn’t been busy helping Wylan get hold to a bunch of bombs.

- So there you stood, with Jesper, in the middle of a busy street. The people were swarming around you, but it would only make the job of stealing easier. Jesper’s job had been to distract the victim as you slid past him, grabbing the key from his pocket. Jesper had even gotten lined from Kaz to ensure that he wouldn’t screw up.

- “There he is.” Jesper had announced, pointing towards a man with an awfully obvious mustache, walking towards the pair of you. You quickly separated from Jesper before the target would see you. Just then, you fellow crow put on his disguise as a lost boy.

- “Excuse me,” he had started, walking up to the confused man. “but do you happen to know where the docks are? I fear I’ve gotten myself lost a bit.”

- You rolled your eyes at Jesper’s attempt of appearing lost. If you had not known him, you would’ve perhaps believed him, but right now, it was just stupid to look at.

- You found yourself placed on the other side of the street, behind the man. Without attracting too much attention to yourself, you walked along with the crowd, now approaching his back. With a quick hand, you fished something out of his pockets, walking away just as quick as you had approached. Your steps not wavering.

- But just then, a second voice was heard; “That does not belong to you, girl.”

- You did not stop your pace, only speeding up a bit, but not too much, just in case the speech had not been directed towards you.

- But it had been.

- You see….Jesper had been talking to the wrong person. It was another man with a big mustache, but not the one he should’ve been looking for. You however, had found the right man, but now, there was no distraction.

- Suddenly, you got grabbed by your arm, being dragged into a side-alley. Quickly, you feigned a confused expression, turning towards the man, pretending to speak another language.

- “It doesn’t matter what language you speak; you have something that belongs to me.” At those words, he held up the key you were looking for.

- “This is what you wanted, wasn’t it?” Looking down towards your hand, you found a blunt piece of metal, the same weight and size as a key, but not so much the shape of one. It had been a decoy.

- “Who sent you, girl?” He question, taking a threatening step towards you. You didn’t move one step. Instead, you fiddled with the metal, trying to find a sharp piece to attack him with, but when you found none, disappointment struck you.

- “I asked you a question, dear.” With that, you dropped the metal, punching the man in his face. It worked, but only for a minute. He wavered but came to his senses as quickly as it went.

- From behind you, someone pinned your arms, throwing you towards the nearest wall. The man had been expecting this and had even gotten back-up. And Jesper was still talking to a random civilian, probably wondering why you haven’t shown up yet.

- The impact with the wall caused the air to leave your lungs, the back of your head hitting the concrete. A loud ringing had filled your ears, leaving you incapable of hearing anything else at the moment. But you were smart. Rolling away quickly, you pulled the man down to the floor.

- Climbing over him, you grabbed one of the knives Inej had so kindly gifted you once. Without hesitation, you plunged it into his neck, ensuring he wouldn’t attack you anymore.

- You hadn’t been given time to get back up. A sharp pain suddenly filled your side, the feeling as if a cut brick had been thrown against it.

- “You’re not the only one with knives on you.” The target growled, now kneeling down to come face to face with you. Your vision became blurry. Whether that was because of your earlier impact with the wall or the blood seeping out from your body, you didn’t know.

- “I don’t need knives.” You managed to get out, grabbing the man’s hand that held onto the dagger, pushing his pinky back, effectively breaking it.

- While he fell back in pain, you crawled away from the scene, trying to stay hidden. With your current state, defense was something that would only slow more over time. From corner of your eye, you saw the target getting back up, but he fell down the moment both feet touched the ground, a loud bang following his fall.

- “Saints, Kaz is never going to live this one down.” A familiar voice mumbled, quickly nearing you. “You stay awake or we’ll both be in big trouble, okay?”

- No answer came out of you. The spinning in your head made you nauseous beyond belief. You had already started to lean down, feeling the vomit coming up. The last thing you remembered were Jesper’s hands holding your hair back while you threw the nausea out.

- You had woken up in your own room a few hours later. Your waist had been covered in bandages while semi-wet towel rested beside your head, which had probably fallen off during your sleep. Nina’s perfume hung in the air, letting you knew she had been here not too long ago.

- As your eyes tried focusing on the room, a sting hit your side, causing you to turn over and grunt in annoyance.

- “Don’t move. We just changed the bandages.”

- The voice made you freeze, halting your movements to your side, instead laying back down. You had expected Nina or Inej to be here, maybe even Jesper, but not Kaz.

- “And don’t think too much or try to talk. You’ve suffered a heavy concussion.” If your eyes could’ve allowed you to roll them, you would have. But it hurt like hell at the moment, so you deemed it wise to not use them too much.

- “Would you rather I fall back asleep?” You mumbled teasingly, yet the sound of sleep did come off as appealing. Passing out was not like sleeping at all. You felt exhausted, but you could not pass an opportunity to annoy Kaz.

- “That would be wise, yes.” Was his simple response. You slowly turned your head towards his voice, scanning your surroundings at his side of the room.

- “Tough luck, Brekker.” He did not respond to that comment. You took it as a sign to continue; “Did Jesper get the key?”

- “Along with three weeks of cleaning duty, yes.”

- When silence overtook the room once again, he slowly reached for your hand, placing his on top of yours before linking your thumbs together. The entire action left you frozen, scared to move even the slightest bit.

- “Go to sleep. You need to recover. We’ll talk tomorrow.” Was all he said, before slumping back in his seat on the chair beside you, his hand not once straying for yours.

- The need to annoy him had now completely subsided and had instead been replaced with the annoying feeling of bubbles in your stomach. That tickling feeling that was nowhere near funny, but could only make you stop your train of thought.

- Perhaps it was best for you to close your eyes. You mission had succeeded and judging on Kaz’ comments, so had the heist at the same evening. You were too tired to ask how long you were out and whether the heist succeeded or not. You started to obey Kaz’s command, closing your eyes, focusing on the feeling of Kaz’s hand on yours, no gloves or piece of fabric separating you. It was just you and him. And for now, that was enough.

[trashytummiez]

Anxious Tummy Virus

After @fungusfangs posted a cute sequence featuring Tamaki sick with a stomach virus I had to make this fic ;3

Warning: contains anxiety belly kink burps fluff hiccups indigestion nausea vomiting tummy rubs

Tamaki was always so anxious whenever he and Fatgum went patrolling. He could always feel so many eyes on him. It never failed to twist the poor anxious boys stomach into knots every time.

No villains or criminals could be seen but they always had to be vigilant. Which was why both were constantly eating whenever patrolling. Fatgum stuffed his face with whatever he could get to power up his fat if the situation called for it. And if it didn't then at least he got to enjoy some yummy treats along the way. Tamaki needed the food to power his food-based quirk.

That and his stomach was rumbling loudly behind this pouch-heavy vest. It was loud enough to make poor Tamaki blush and pray that no one could hear it.

But it also made him feel a little sick. His anxiety made his tummy really weak sometimes and it would get gurgly pretty often. But it didn't usually make him feel so oddly nauseous and weak. He couldn't explain why that wasn't the case tonight.

Oblivious to this Fatgum finished munching a bunch of food and handed down something to Tamaki. "Here ya go! Try some crab onigiri!" The fat-based hero suggested as he munched.

"...T-Thanks," Tamaki groaned and slowly took the onigiri whilst trembling slightly. Usually he trembled from anxiety but right now he was trembling from not feeling very well.

Fatgum patted his young sidekick on the back and laughed heartily. "Figured ya must be hungrier than usual today! Yer stomach's growlin' like crazy!"

Tamaki held the onigiri up with both hands and trembled shakily. This time though it was totally embarrassment and anxiety induced.

"...I didn't realize it was loud enough to draw attention..." he whimpered. "...So embarrassing..."

"Don't sweat it kid! Ya need yer energy after all right?" Fatgum assured the pointy-eared boy.

Tamaki nodded like a sad dejected little boy and nibbled on his onigiri whilst still trembling adorably. It tasted great which led to him taking another bigger bite immediately after.

Still his stomach felt oddly sour in a way it didn't usually feel.

Close to forty five minutes passed along with several snack stops along the way of their patrol.

Without warning a big hearty sounding burp erupted from the patrolling pair. Only the source was unexpected.

"Whoa! Nice one kid!" Fatgum snickered and nudged Tamaki who was covering his mouth and blushing furiously. "Ya know usually it's Red Riot lettin' the big ones out like that! Heh musta really needed that huh!"

But before Tamaki could whimper out another word of how badly embarrassed he felt, an especially loud thick sounding gurgle bellowed from Tamaki's belly. It churned so heavily and forcefully that it made Tamaki freeze in place like a petrified statue. Tamaki hiccuped then whimpered as his body trembled anew.

"Oh no..." he uttered quietly and fearfully while his tummy gave another sick groan. He winced and went slightly teary eyed from the discomfort. "No no no no no no no no no..." he repeatedly dreadfully.

"...Uh...Amajiki...?" Fatgum asked. His own big grin turned to a big concerned frown. He was about to ask if Tamaki was okay when suddenly the poor boys stomach hitched aggressively with a thick churning noise.

Tamaki gave another really thick closed mouth burp that ended with him suddenly spewing bile from past his lips. He went wide-eyed and desperately tried to cover his mouth with both hands but it was too late. Tamaki gave a loud gross sounding burp that sent a heaping load of vomit spewing from his mouth and splattering horribly onto the floor.

"Ohhh crap..." Fatgum remarked suddenly in concern. He wasn't at all grossed out at the sight of Tamaki leaning forward and puking heavily. The giant blubbery hero leaned down and very gently rubbed Tamaki's cape concealed back. "S'okay kid. Just let it out..." he assured him.

Not that Tamaki had any other choice.

The poor boy panted heavily then lurched with another stream of puke expelling from his mouth heavily onto the floor. Some passing civilians saw the sight and looked mortified. Others looked concerned as poor Tamaki continued spewing the contents of his stomach disgustingly onto the pavement.

When he finally stopped throwing up Tamaki was standing wearily as bile dripped from his fangs. The poor boy was trembling with tears streaming down his cheeks.

"...m'so sorry..." he slurred groggily but Fatgum gently shushed him and kept rubbing his back.

"S'alright kid. Don't sweat it yeah?"

Fortunately there were a few passing civilians with quirks that were able to make short work of the sick while Tamaki got washed up in a nearby restaurant.

He was so mortified that he tearfully hid his face directly into Fatgum's giant blubbery tummy like a child too scared to go to the dentist.

Fatgum frowned sympathetically as he gently ruffled the top of poor Tamaki's purplish blue hair and held up a soda for him.

"Why didn't ya tell me you were feelin' sick kid?" Fatgum asked then almost guiltily said, "...I had ya eatin' soooo much today too...!"

Tamaki muffled a thick burp in his mouth that was muffled even further by Fatgum's belly fat smothering his face then he sniffled tearfully. "I thought it was just another anxiety stomachache..." he whimpered and hiccuped sharply. He sniffled again and hiccuped again. "Ohhhh-urrrp-unnngh..." he couldn't help but burp in between his groaning both with humiliation and how badly his stomach still hurt.

It gurgled thickly but fortunately not as bad as it had been before he threw up.

But it was still enough to make him tear up some more as he buried his face even deeper into Fatgum's flabby belly and cried out. "I wanna go hooooome...!" Funnily enough his whaling was muffled by thick fatness.

Fatgum frowned anew and gently rubbed Tamaki's back. "Yeaaah you definitely shouldn't be on patrol with a stomach bug kid. Can't let ya risk fightin' bad guys with yer own gut givin' ya grief."

He scooped Tamaki up like a scared puppy and walked him out of sight away from all the people. As he carried him off Fatgum used a few of his fingers and gently placed them atop Tamaki's stomach. They alone were about as large as Tamaki's hand and he used them to gingerly and carefully rub Tamaki's turbulent tummy for him while using his thumb and index finger to hold a can of soda still.

Tamaki groaned at the feeling relaxing in Fatgum's arms. But he still blushed and looked away biting his lip anxiously with a soft whimper.

"...I'm sorry for being so weak all the time," Tamaki said with a sadder sniffle.

But Fatgum scowled and lightly poked the boys chest. "Hey you ain't weak kid. If I were a bettin' man I'd bet the farm on you against any opponent ten billion times outta ten."

"...That number doesn't make sense..."

"It means yer one'uh the strongest heroes in the biz Suneater. Havin' shot nerves don't make ya weak." Fatgum's expression softened and he more gently stoked Tamaki's gurgling belly. "...Ya shouldn't keep puttin' yerself down like that kid. Especially over somethin' that ain't even yer fault."

Tamaki nodded softly and looked down. "...I'm sorry."

Fatgum rolled his eyes but in a good natured way. "...Always friggin' apologizin'. Geez. Anyway..."

He carefully lowered Tamaki to the ground when the two were alone behind a building. The boy groaned softly and hugged his stomach with one hand. Then Fatgum handed him the soda he was still carrying.

"Drink up lil buddy. This oughta help yer guts stop stirrin' as much."

Tamaki frowned as he took the soda. "...B-But soda makes me-"

"-Yeah yeah. Why d'ya think I took ya away from all those people? It's just us kid. Don't worry 'bout it."

Tamaki glanced at the soda then looked around. They really did seem to be alone. But still he looked nervous. However when he looked up and saw an assuring smile from his sensei he sighed and gave in.

He cracked his can open and carefully took a sip. It was nice and crisp going down his throat and the way the soda felt bubbling in his stomach gave him some slight relief from the more acidic churning he was enduring.

So he swigged more soda down starting to chug it a little more feverishly. His throat bobbed as the fizzy liquids poured down his gullet and settled into his bubbling stomach. Tamaki inwardly whimpered knowing what was coming but took in more of the drink anyway while breathing through his nostrils.

After getting a good amount of the can down he pulled it aside and panted with one hand gently rubbing his tummy. A second later Tamaki's hand tightened around the middle of his stomach and then his mouth parted with a huge throaty burp. It was much louder than Tamaki himself ever was and left him panting and whimpering.

Fatgum laughed and patted the boy on the back dislodging another burp in the process that made Tamaki blush even harder. "Good one kid! Startin' to feel a lil better?"

"...Define better..." Tamaki whined. Even alone he trembled anxiously at being so loud and gross if even just around Fatgum. The soda helped to settle his tummy while the carbonation helped work some much needed gas out of his system. But the fact that soda always made him so burpy didn't do anything for his anxiety.

Still if he had to choose between burping obnoxiously and throwing up violently it was a pretty obvious choice.

So he downed more of his beverage all while nursing his tummy. When he pulled the can away again he tried to hold the burps in by giving thick closed mouth burps. But some were so strong that they forced their way past his lips and just ended up even louder.

Poor little Tamaki couldn't catch a break.

If nothing else the soda and pressure release was definitely helping make his stomach feel better. Eager to be done with it Tamaki downed the rest of his beverage and tossed the can into a nearby bin. a second later his hands flew to his stomach and Tamaki released an enormous burp so strong that it sounded like it almost came out of Fatgum.

"Almost" because Fatgum's burps could literally make the ground shake if he got a good one out.

Fatgum whistled and nudged Tamaki in the shoulder. "Damn kid! Yer gettin' some good ones out tonight ain'tcha!"

This was anything but good. But the relief Tamaki was feeling made it worth it.

Tamaki slumped back against a nearby wall and rubbed his belly up and down with both hands until he coaxed out another lengthy burp that dragged on for a few seconds and left him panting. And blushing of course.

"...Hrraaaah...okay...I...I think that's all of it," Tamaki said gently patting his stomach. "...I just wanna go hooOOOOOOoorh-me..." But his pale face soon went red as Red Riot's hair when he accidentally burped the word 'home' out at the end of his last sentence.

Fatgum laughed hysterically making his giant tummy jiggle like a mountain of jello.

"...Yeaaaaah let's getcha home kid. At this point I'm more worried ya might blush yerself t'death before this stomach bug gives ya any more grief."

For as powerful as Tamaki was? If his quirk were powered by embarrassment and anxiety he'd be unstoppable...

[nocturnal-milk-dud]

Emily! I am so glad that you're bringing back Spooky requests 😩

Can I pls request baby boy Ossie and Scream?

I feel the need to apologize in advance. I am (quite) rusty. I also love love love that you're so excited for this, it made me even more excited for this! I'm also full on ready to pick a fight with tumblr because I made a bunch of edits and it didn't save any of them. P.S. if you notice any mistakes no you didn't.

Hidden In His Coat Is a Red Right Hand

Pairing: Ossie Mejía x Reader

Warnings/notes: blood; alcohol mention; death; a little gore; vomit (sorry); hanging (sort of); violence in general; there's a Stranger Things reference just for you Alex, even though I don't watch the show

Rating: PG-13

Word count: 2077

The music is too loud, the whole room vibrating with it, and the party lights swirling on the floor and across peoples’ faces is starting to make you feel nauseous. The partygoers are getting on the wrong side of drunk, men putting hands where they shouldn’t, and women laughing too loud. It’s time to go home, peel yourself out of your costume, and get into bed. You say your goodbyes to your friends, not even sure they heard you. As you’re making your way to the door, bodies beating you back a step or two like heavy waves, a guy dressed like Ghostface bumps into you, his drink spilling all over the front of your costume. You had so nearly made it out. He’s in the middle of apologizing profusely when he really stops to look at you and lifts the mask off his face, leering as he looks you up and down.

“If you want we can go back to my place, throw it in the wash, find a way to pass the time?”

“Thanks but I can do my own laundry,” you say, shoving past him and making a beeline for the door. Pausing in the lobby, you take a moment to really look at yourself. Ghostface had the signature cocktail, something Halloween-themed, with too much sugar, and a candy eyeball floating in the bright red liquid. Bright red liquid that was all over your Hellfire Club shirt. Yeah, okay, you’d kinda phoned it in for Halloween this year, but you didn’t have a lot of time, the invite to the party so last minute. 

The lobby is quiet–the only sound the persistent thump of the music in the other room–and strangely vacant. The coat check girl is gone too.

“Hello?” There’s no answer and you look around helplessly. This night has gone on too long and you’ll be damned if it lasts one more minute. The coat check room is stuffed despite it being only fall, racks standing at head height in the center of the room and brass closet rods sitting higher on either side along the wall, all holding some form of outerwear. This October has been unusually cold, the wind strong and biting through everything. The labels are obvious though and you find your coat quickly. You find something else too. At first you think she’s just standing there, the coat check girl, maybe checking her phone, and you want to be angry at her for not hearing you before. But she didn’t look up when you came in, and she’s not looking up now. Your stomach pinches, your feet going heavy, but you inch toward her. It’s just the alcohol, just the atmosphere making you feel this way. Silly, really. 

“Are you okay?” you ask. As you get closer you realize she’s standing in between the coats hung on one of the closet rods, one of them wrapped around her shoulders. No, she’s not standing. She’s not standing at all. The closet rod is too tall for that. 

The collar of the coat hid it. The coat hid a lot. 

A rope is knotted around her neck, cinched tight to the rod. 

Your first thought is to take the weight off her neck. Maybe this was recent, maybe there’s still time. You rush to her, wrapping your arms around her legs, hoisting her. All easier said than done really, you quickly come to find. None of it matters because the coat opens up, and you see everything else. Everything that was meant to stay inside. The vomit bubbles up into your mouth before you can do anything about it. 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck.” You keep repeating the words, hands shaking and covered in blood as you reach for your phone. “911 please 911.” The phone is ringing before you can even dial and the vibration in your hand almost causes you to send it flying across the room. It’s not a number you recognize so you hit decline and try again. The phone is ringing before you can even hit nine.

The process repeats. 

“What?!” you scream the word into the phone before anything else can happen. 

“That’s no way to answer your phone.” The voice is creepy and sinister, far too confident. 

“I have more important things to do than talk to you,” you say.

“How do you know? You don’t even know who I am.”

“I don’t need to know who you are, I need you to shut up and let me make a fucking phone call!” 

“Wait!” You pause, finger over the end call button. You don’t know why but you put the phone back to your ear.

“What?” 

“I hope you weren’t calling the police.” Everything goes cold and you look back at the coat check girl, wondering if she is actually dead, or if some sick prank is going on around you. 

“Why?” you ask.

“Because then I’ll have to gut you, same as her. And hang you with the rest of my decorations.” You hang up the phone, suddenly feeling very alone and turn around, looking out at the lobby. Still very empty, very quiet. The kind of quiet that makes you want to hold your breath and listen as hard as you can. You glance back down at your screen, typing in the numbers uninterrupted this time, heart hammering in your chest as you hesitate over the call button. Maybe it’s just a joke. A fucked-up, twisted idea of a prank. Everybody will be laughing at the end. Yeah. 

Something moves. In the corner of your eye a flash of black. Probably just another partygoer, coming to get their coat from the maybe-not-really-dead coat check girl. She’ll strip herself of the fake intestines and wash off the sticky corn syrup blood. Everyone will laugh. Everyone will go home.

Happy Halloween. 

Something in your brain told you to move, and you have been, eyes glued to the entryway, one foot at a time, further into the room, past the really-truly-dead coat check girl. Your jaw is clenched uncomfortably tight, fingers clamped around your phone, the screen still waiting for you to hit call. 

They lurch out from the left. The two of you have been moving through the room together, both watching different things. They dive at you, something glinting in their right hand and you scream, the sound lost in all the fabric around you and throw yourself forward. 

You sprint toward the lobby, weaving through the coat racks, not looking back, certain they’re right behind you. 

You’re not looking ahead of you either, apparently. Racing toward the exit you crash into a body–living, breathing, real–the two of you landing hard on the floor. 

“Sorry,” you gasp, forgetting for a moment what you were running from. 

“It’s okay, I needed something to wake me up.” The man beneath you isn’t in costume, and thankfully not a Ghostface mask either. He’s wearing a blue jacket with a nametag: Ossie. 

Security. 

You scramble to your feet and try to help him up, all the while trying to explain to him what had just happened, the words tumbling from your mouth in one giant mess. 

“Slow down,” he says, but you’re becoming frustrated and scared all over again.

“No, he killed the coat check girl, I found her body, and he tried to kill me! We need to call the police, we need to get everybody out of here–” 

The party. All of those people, drunk and stupid fish in a barrel. 

On top of that, what was to stop the killer from walking right out with the guests? You had seen several people dressed up as that fucking slasher from the Stab movies. 

Ossie is looking at you skeptically, eyeing the giant red stain that had blossomed over your shirt. You probably smelled like puke too. 

“Listen, this wasn’t me, it was some idiot in there,” you say, gesturing to the closed doors. “I’m not drunk, either, if I was I would probably still be in there. Okay, I know what you’re thinking, it’s Halloween, it’s a party, and I’m fucking with you, but I know what I saw. Please.” 

You watch as he seems to mull it over, his face going through all the motions, eyebrows pinching, lips pursing. 

“Show me what you saw,” he says finally, and your throat constricts at the thought of going back in that room. 

You’re going crazy. You must be going crazy. 

The coat check girl is gone. Her body is gone, anyway. 

“No, no, no no no no, no! She was here, she was right here!” You point at the section of coats, the one she was shrouded in also missing, looking at Ossie like he has to believe you, he has to because it was real, all of it. 

“It’s Halloween, maybe someone was just–”

“Don’t you dare,” you snap, cutting him off before he can say it was a prank. “Besides if it were a joke, where is she? This is the part where people jump out and say ‘gotcha!’ Where’s the fucking ‘gotcha!’?” You’re handling this well. And Ossie is smiling at you softly. Not like you’re an idiot, but, well, something else.

A glass-shattering scream stops everything. A no-joke, scream to end all screams, over the music, over the crowd, out into the lobby. The two of you are running for it, but are met by a tidal wave of costumed partiers running away from it. The music has stopped and the lights are on in the ballroom, illuminating everything. Two people are left in the room: Ghostface, the one who had too much to drink. His mask is up over his head, but he might as well still be wearing it. His mouth is hanging open and his face is white as, well–as the mask. A woman wearing a shirt that says “Final Girl” is lying on the floor in an ever-growing pool of blood. Apparently the killer appreciates irony. 

“Fuck,” Ossie whispers. You don't know how long the two of you stand there, but when Ossie starts to move you go with him, the two of you looking down to see your hand in his. You don't even remember taking it, or had he? Ossie gives you a reassuring smile and lets go. You let him, watching as he guides the man away from the body and out into the lobby, the man mumbling all the way that he didn’t do it. You start to follow when something wet hits your cheek, making you flinch. You wipe at it and your fingers come away dark and red. Up above you is one of the fake corpses, wrapped in black plastic. One of the many Halloween decorations rigged from the ceiling. Another drop lands on your forehead. Hand trembling, you swipe it away, smearing your fingers over your jeans, trying to get rid of it. 

“Hey, c’mon, it’s time to go,” Ossie says, appearing at the door. You nod, but notice a quick shift in his expression. He’s not looking at you anymore. “Behind you!” You turn and the first thing you see is the mask, next is the sharp, shining blade. Ossie grabs you by the arm, hauling you out of the way, putting himself between you and the killer. As they grapple, you run to grab a chair, turning just in time to see the knife sink into Ossie’s stomach. With a rage pure and white hot you crack the chair over the killer’s back and they both go down. It’s a race to see who will make it to their feet first, Ossie’s arm across your shoulders, blood leaking out over his fingers as the two of you try to get him to his feet. The killer is slow, and though you can’t see his face, you know he’s angry. 

“C’mon,” you urge, not taking your eyes off the killer, “c’mon, Ossie, c’mon!” The two of you stumble your way through the doors, slamming them closed behind you. There’s no way for you to lock them so you use your weight until the killer gives up. There’s always another way. 

“The cops are on their way right?” you ask Ossie, and he chuckles, shakes his head. 

“No signal,” he says, and you look at your phone, which you had only used a short while ago. He’s right. Nothing. “Doors are locked too, and I can’t reach any of my guys.” You think of the other corpses hanging in the ballroom. Were they all bodies, or were some still just decorations? Ossie groans, looking down at the stab wound, and a renewed sense of urgency sprouts in your chest. 

“It’ll be okay,” you promise, willing yourself to believe it, as you spring to your feet. The fact remains that you’re trapped, with no help on the way, and a killer determined to pick everyone off, one by one. 

[secretbangtnn]

Best Of Me| Two

Pairings : →ot7 x reader, poly!BTS x reader

Genre : → vampireau, yandere!au, age gap, gore, obsessive behavior, ddlg/caregiver, poly, fantasy, supernaturals

summary : It’s quite unusual to find a little baby on your doorstep, especially that their area was not of the poorest - you could say that a vampire town was efficient with money and snobby creatures. However over time the first idea of just giving back the little girl seems more and more radical and those moody vampires slowly start perceiving deeper feelings to human they even wanted to kill.

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notes ~ I did it!!! Omg im so happy I finished it, hopefully the next one are going to come sooner. The first chapters are going to be with a baby oc - im sorry if its boring, but after it we can start with the real plot, the things are gonna get dark. Hope that you will like it, and remeber to give me some feedback - im whore for a comments and ask and beside they motivate me very much

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Cries everywhere. Sobbing so loud that all the birds disappeared from their little birdhouse outside the window. And as funny the view was, a big ball of stress and nerves started collecting itself in the rather calm manor. Reason of all this mess was just one, so easy to notice.

“Jungkook!” Just like a ball of nerves now the big ball of dirty blankets and clothes hit the young vampire, making him stumble a little. Obvious disgust on his face with a piece of distaste on his tongue which just a second ago had been caused by the same thing he now fisted in his hands.

“You didn’t have to throw it at me!” Barked Jungkook staring at the broad shoulders of his oldest brother. Child now a little calmer, however still sobbing slightly, keeping the atmosphere at bay.

“You have brung the kid so you will hold the things he made. Be happy that I'm not forcing you to change the diaper instead.”

Disgust on all of their faces is now being something normal, having kids in the same room as them, definitely does not go well with hundred years old vampires. The only one without a gag reflex seems to be Seokjin, acting like a pro mother, just after her 3rd pregnancy with the next on the road. However all of them agreed with the statement that it was all but Jungkook's fault, which came with consequences for said boy.

Thus now sitting on the couch, five of the ramaing vampires, looked with a bored expression at the panicked and nearly vomiting jungkook. Youngest of them always had a soft stomach, never being the one to clean after disasters, forcing people to basically clean after him, and maybe that's why all of them felt such a satisfaction upon them while staring at the shitty situation.

Literally shitty.

Stumbling a little from the intense smell, Jungkook started to try getting rid of the used diaper in his hands, holding it with his fingers dingling it as far from his face as he could. Maybe the smelly object was not the only thing that should be named like a feces, knowing that a person who should just throw the diaper away, purposefully walked closer than intended to a couch with older vampires, stumbling not that accidentally and making the thing in his hand fly straight to a lap of a reading Namjoon.

A moment of silence, only lasting for a short second. Namjoon was never the one to shout or get mad, rather prefering to act calm and well put together, believing in a peace making and solutions not requiring usage of violence but when the heavy baggage on his lap suddenly started to warm his lap, he completely crushed his persona as well as book in his hands.

“Ups...hehe.” Jungkook laughed awkwardly, knowing well his fate. Doe eyes looked at the tall man, standing a little farther than him, just behind the couch. Jaw tightened so were the hands, keeping the last strings of calmness that were floating on very dangerous water.

“Listen, before you actually do something think of the time when you destroyed my ps4 and

I did not even complain.” Hands just before him similar to the way you would to with a wild animal, and in Jungkook's opinion, it was not that far from the truth, observing how Namjoons jaws nearly crushed from the tension.

“Okay okay, we all need to calm down, It was just an accident.” Cut in red head, standing in the middle of the war zone. It was stupid idea, definetly not the brightes of the sunny vampire, even if it came from the good intentions. Hoseok, just like an innocent child that got stuck in a big people argument, was the one that got hurt in the end.

And everybody knew that when Hoseok gets mad it's the extremity that anyone in this room is scared to experience once again. There is silent agreement between the rest of the brothers that was made after one of Hoseok's outburst, promising that no matter what the devil can’t come out.

The apple of discord laying now upon redhead’s feet, innocent like a little kitten that just waits to be petted, but in this case it wasn neither a fluffy ball of fur and definitely not something that should be touched.

Silence so loud, banging in their ears with an uneven breath. Second after second, rest that were not included in the middle, counted sitting on their heels with nerve wracking feelings.They stared as Hoseok’s shoulders rose and went down with each puff of air from his flared nostrils, neither of them dared to move, preferring to stay in a safe zone.

Just as red headed one wanted to take his first kill, a loud laugh echoed in a room, coming from a little child in Seokjin's arms, that probably just came back from being cleaned up. A fresh smile on its face, eyes sparkly looking straight at the scene.

“What are you doing, idiots?” Asked Seokjin, a visible vein on his forehead, sticking out under his free hand that now pinched a bridge of his nose. His eyes catching a glimpse of the used diaper, right on his favorite carpet. “You had one thing to do, one thing Jungkook.”

“It was an accident I swear on my ps4!” He tried explaining, shaking his arms. Seokjin saw to much lived too long to believe it, everybody knew it but even than they acted like bunch of idiots when something like this happen.

“Namjoon destroyed it, you said it yourself.” Spoke Jimin, sitting on a couch with a happy smile, pleased with himself. Younger's head immediately halted in his way, a look of betrayal on his face.

“You midge…”

“I don’t care, just clean it up, in the meantime me with the little snack are going to cook something, right my little cutie?” Cuted the older while caressing the child in his arms, turning his voice in a baby one. And just like this the scene came to the same point, the only difference was that neither Namjoon or Hoseok were in the room, probably running away as fast as Sekojins came.

Jungkook sighed, squatting down to take care of the said thing. Again the disgust and a feeling of nausea hitted him with a side giggles of his blonde haired brother.

Going into the kitchen he spotted the child that looked at him as soon as he appeared. Little smile and sweet laugh, making him soft and mushy for a while.

“I hope you know that you gave us a big problem with bringing a human child there.” Seokjin spoke, not looking from a cutting board, himself to immersed in said action

Jungkook knew, earlier thinking of it like a mere action, something that they can get rid of as fast as a lollipop wrapper. But it was not, and now looking at the kid, he realized how his careless behaviour could weigh down not only on his family but the whole society of vampires.

“I’m-”

“Don’t just apologize, we need to take care of it as fast as we can, in the meantime doing everything to not harm it. If someone finds out it’s going to be a bigger problem, probably even straining the relationship with human - and that’s something we do not want.” Cuted older, in the end turning around pointing the sharp knife on Jungkook.

It was true, the delicate stattlement between those two societies is still new, fresh and hot, ready to burn anyone's fingers, anyones who is to carless. The today is a better world, something that all of the brothers know, remembering dark times - some of them being not older than mere hatchling then. World was a dangerous place to live in, vampires hunting humans, humans hunting vampires, a competition that never got settled, and they hope it never will.

“Try feeding it and come to the living room after you are done. We will discuss the next actions - good luck.” A little wink at the end, Seokjin wiped his hands off on the way patting the younger's back, harder than normally.

“Wait what?! You are not being serious right now, right?” Asked confused Jungkook, fastly turning around to an already disappearing figure. Cold sweat on his body as he looked at the smooth face of the older, that defended a flying kiss to his shocked self. “Why can’t you do it?”

“I can. But the human seems to take a liking to you.” And how absurd it sounded, the baby really looked at Jungkook like some god, sparkly eyes always following his bigger figure.

“Seokjin! Don’t leave me please, I can’t do it.”He whined, looking for the said man, to his luck he was nowhere to be found. It was going to be alright - he tried to believe in those words now clutching baby spoon, that he was sure they did not have, and a mashed food, looking more like dog food than actual meal.

His Eyes staring right into the sparkly and to obnoxious happy, making him even more irritated. In the end, Jungkook hated little children, being and acting like one himself

Little hands stretching towards him with a toothless smile on the side, getting bigger as Jungkook came closer. That was it, taking a big breath he come to the other side of the table - almost touching the stool where the human sat. Ready and determined to get the task done, treating it similar to a quest in the game, he took the little spoon with some of the smashed food, and started to get closer to the child's mouth.

And as the brothers again started to live their normal life, thinking that at least for now, everything is settled, a very obvious squeal shook the while house.

“HYUNG!...IT WANTS TO TOUCH ME! GET IT AWAY, GET IT AWAY!”

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All of them now sitting on the couches and armchairs, taking nearly all of the space. Some of the observing the crawling baby with prominent couriousty some of them with disgust even fear, not knowing what future the baby will bring.

Namjoon although feeling the little distaste, knew or better had a plan with what to do.

Smile on his lips not reaching his eyes, however stumbling on the way of eye contact with some of his brothers.

“Okay so, definitely we need to do something with...this.” Said Jimin, look on his face full of distress and disgust resting on the child, that as if it knew of Jimin’s attention looked back full of giggles and reaching hands.

“That is obvious, we can’t keep human child.” Barked Yoongi, the one which rather prefered to stay quiet in those metters.

“Jungkook should take care of it, It’s not my fault he is to stupid to not question a left human on a doorstep.” Smug smile now on Jimin's face, as he gave the side glance to the said male, happy with triggering the younger temper.

“As If you woul…”

“Okay we get it Jimin, it was Jungkook's fault, but still it can affect us all, so try to be at least a little bit helpful or shut up” Interrupted Seokjin staring at both of them in turn. The oldest obviously tired of all of the drama, massaging his scalp, to relieve the tension a little. “Let's start one by one, any ideas?”

Silence, a loud silence throwing the tension to the already burning fire. Seokjin's vein once again appeared on his forehead, making Jungkook nearly knock from a terrifying sight of it. It was pulsating, green and bumpy.

“Maybe let’s put it back?” Asked the quiet voice, Sekojin ready to snap at the stupid idea thinking that some of the youngers don’t know limit of the unfunny jokes, only to find innocent eyes of Hoseok.

“That’s … well that is AN option, thank you Hoseok - keep it up. Any other ideas?” Seokjin’s hands molded into a thump, giving the tired smile to Hoseok, knowing of his still busing nerves.

“Why are we even trying so hard, throw it away i say.” Jimin mumbled while staring at the little child going his way, quickly putting his feet on the couch, scared of a chance of being touched by the human.

Tired sight left mouth of the olders, his vein fading a little - to Jungkook luck, and his hands now clenching his blonde lock. He was helpless, disappointed in his brother's ideas and intelligence. He was sure that, that was indeed an end, his family will be arrested for keeping human, and vampires are going to lose a peace they fighted for.

Everything because Jungkook wanted to take unfamiliar child to their house.

“What about the orphanage that opened like one month ago, can’t we just leave it there?” Cuted Namjoon, making everyone snap their head. Seokjin nearly crying, wanting to kiss his brother as much as choke him for his slow process of thinking.

“Couldn’t you say earlier?!

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A Triwizard Baby Part 4 - F.W

Masterlist, Requesting Rules, Writing Prompt Masterlist

Fred Weasley x Fem Reader

Part 4 of my ‘Triwizard Baby’ mini-series, please read Parts 1, 2, and 3 if you haven’t already. Want to be tagged? Let me know!

Warnings: Swearing, Mention vomiting, and food/eating.

"Girls" you sighed, watching them finally stop jumping on their beds and dropping their pillows "There's something I need to tell you."

You and Angelina shared a glance, she knew and so did you - you were finally ready, to tell the truth. Hiding this - hiding the truth about you and Fred had caused you enough pain, and the longer you decided to hide this, the worse the pain would get.

"What is it?" Katie asked, already concerned, no longer giggly or excitable.

Staring and picking at your fingernails, you finally looked each of your friends in the eyes, your heart thumping in your chest with each breath.

"I'm ready to tell you" you sighed again "who the father is."

They all stayed silent except Matt's little sister, "who is it?" she asked quietly.

"Fred," you blurted out, unable to hide his name for much longer "Fred Weasley is the father."

"I've told you" Fred hissed "don't bloody speak to me!" he stormed in front of George, stamping his feet, furious his backstabbing brother would dare to even speak to him.

Fred was exhausted from sleeping in the room of requirement alone and no one to talk to, he was pissed off with his brother, frustrated that you weren't his and that everyone around him avoided him as if he had a curse. For the first time in his life, he left as if he had run out of luck.

George grabbed him by the arm "Freddie, please-"

"No!" Fred shoved George's grip off him "You're jealous, you always have been."

George opened his mouth to speak, but couldn't get a word in.

"You always have been, every girl I've been with, you've chased after when I'm done with them. You can't stand the fact I fucked her, and you've rubbed it in my face that you've knocked her up!" Fred's voice cracked "And I told you, I loved her!"

"Fred, I-"

"Do me a favour, Georgie, don't speak a word to me at the baby shower, unless you want a crib smashed against your stupid head!"

"Keep those eyes closed!" Angelina grinned, her hands covering your eyes as she walked you through the rented restaurant covered in banners, balloons, a buffet table and presents.

"I am!" you smirked, feeling slightly nervous, smelling the mouth-watering fruit juices and pies.

"Okay," Angelina smiled, removing her hands "open in three, two, one!"

Opening your eyes you looked across the huge room, your friends were all huddled together with party poppers, yelling "Surprise!" and pulling the string, confetti shooting across the room, Fred sat alone across the room, trying his hardest to show support and be happy for you, but his heartbreak was breaking through his persona better than he thought.

You were bombarded with presents for you and the baby: the new crib, clothes, socks, bottles, nappies, monitors, teddy bears, and blankets - you unwrapped everything which brought the biggest smile to your face and tears of happiness to your eyes.

Everyone made bets on whether you would have a girl or a boy, what time and day they would be born on, and how long the labour would be. Even you had to admit, you were having a good time and for the first time in a while, the smile on your face was genuine, not forced.

After hours of present opening, games, bets, and food, you and the girls cleaned up the confetti, empty plates and scrunched up wrapping paper. Fred slowly approached you and tapped you on the shoulder, turning around to look at him, your heart pained.

Tell him, everyone knows but him, just tell him!

"Freddie-"

"Y/N, can I have a moment?" he murmured.

The girls looked at the two of you standing in the middle of the room, they exchanged looks and nodded, leaving to give you both some privacy.

"I wanted to give this to you in private," Fred said softly, handing you a large faux dragon scale photo album "I ran out of time to wrap it, was up all night finishing it."

You stared down at the photo album and opened it, your heartbreaking with each turn of the page. Pictures of you and Fred throughout the years, followed by his little notes of when and where the picture was taken until you flicked to the empty pages, you stared up at him.

Tell him, now is a perfect time-

"Fred, please-"

"The blank pages are to fill with pictures of us and the baby," he said softly "that's if the father won't mind."

George entered the room again, not knowing his brother was still there.

"Y/N, I was thinking-" he stopped in his tracks, looking at his brother's face dropping.

"Congratulations, again." Fred walked away, pushing past his brother and out the door.

"They are Braxton Hicks, my dear." Madame Pomfrey waved her hand, helping you to your feet in the hospital wing.

Your hand rested on your bump "I'm sorry, what?"

After your little moment with Fred, your womb contracted and relaxed, disturbing your baby, causing it to lash out and kick against your tummy in discomfort from the contractions. You were frightened and sure you were going into labour and George rushed you to the hospital wing.

"Is she going to be okay?" George asked nervously.

"False labour pains" she replied "and if you go to the tournament tonight you'll be experiencing more of them!" she stressed.

"I can assure you I won't be doing backflips," you grumbled, "surely it will be safer for me if I sit down."

Madame Pomfrey held her nose up in the air, feeling slightly defeated "I can't stop you from going, but as long as you're sitting down and surrounded by a responsible group of friends, I don't see why you can't go."

"I'll take good care of her, I swear."

"Your brother couldn't!" Madame Pomfrey hissed "she's in this mess because of him, and I better not see you two back in here until that baby is ready!"

The loud band played along as everyone got seated high up in the stands, the girls on your left, and George on your right, you held onto his hand, still on edge from the sudden Braxton Hicks. You rested your head against his shoulder, Fred stared at the back of your head, his hands bunched into fists, regretting his decision to sit towards the back.

Everyone was on the edge of their seats, Fleur had failed, Krum evidently had too - now - it was between Cedric and Harry, the champion being a Hogwarts student was certain, but still, undecided whether that champion would belong to Hufflepuff or Gryffindor, like many others in the stands, your fingers and toes were crossed for Harry taking the win.

Out of nowhere, Cedric came stumbling out of the maze, covered in dirt, sweat, and blood, his shirt sticking to him and his hair ruffled, scratches across his delicate face. He crouched down, clearly out of breath, but so startled and shaken up that he was shaking and green in the face.

The crowd jumped to their feet, cheering for Harry and Gryffindor, holding their red banners and waving their flags in the air whilst Syltherin scowled and hid their faces in their hands.

"We need to go and see if he's alright!" Angelina panicked hearing Cho shriek, the girls got on their feet and hurried down the stairs, running out to Cedric who was now on his hands and knees on the grass, throwing up.

"Well, are you coming!?" Angelina asked George, holding out her hand.

George looked at you, he didn't want to leave you on your own and you knew it.

"Go," you reassured him "I'll be okay."

You watched Cedric gain the courage to speak, you tried to lip read but he was too far away for you to even make out a single word, but whatever he had said panicked the cheering girls and proud lads because now they were muttering, whispering and all appeared to be frightened and anxious, no longer in the mood to celebrate Harry's win.

Katie who didn't leave you behind shot a scowl at Fred who continued to stare at you, she moved closer to you whilst Angelina and George hurried back, horror across their faces.

"What's happened?" you panicked.

"It's Harry" George frowned "The cup, it was a portkey and he's gone, Cedric said-"

Angelina nudged George with her elbow, glaring at him and shaking her head "not now, George."

"No, what is it?" you demanded.

Just as George announced the news that the dark lord had returned, you felt major discomfort and a dull ache in your back and lower abdomen, along with the pressure that increased in your pelvic, you gripped onto your bump and winced.

"George!" you panicked "It's happening!"

The father of your baby watched as you went into labour, Katie and Angelina helped you to your feet as George hurried over to Madame Pomfrey, everyone around you started to panic and gave you all the room you needed to evacuate safely back into the hospital wing - the one place you didn't want to end up twice in one day.

Leaving you behind, George stared up at Fred who was sat as still as a statute, if you weren't going to tell him, George had to, he wouldn't allow his brother to miss the birth of his child.

George stumbled over to his brother and shook him angrily "I don't want to bloody argue but listen to me!"

"George, I told you-"

"You're the dad, alright!" George yelled, "She's having your baby, you need to get to the hospital wing now!"

"What are you on about?" Fred argued, not believing the word "are you seriously-"

"Think back to the party when you played truth or dare! Think for Merlin's sake!"

Fred shut his mouth and suddenly, his world began to spin so fast his heart could've stopped.

“I want you.” you breathed, pulling away from the kiss “I want you to fuck me like you do everyone else.”

“I want you too” Fred replied, taking your hand and fleeing from the party.

“Are you ready, Y/N?” Fred asked, pulling away from your breasts.

“Yes,” you breathed out, slurring slightly “I’m ready Freddie.”

The memories suddenly flashed before his eyes, the sight of your naked body beneath his, the two of you climaxing, Fred pulling out and falling into your arms, only to wake up the next morning in an empty bed that smelled of your hair and perfume. It reminded Fred that he had forgotten to put a condom on, George wasn't lying, he is the father of your child.

Fred's eye widened and he bolted from his brother, shoving everyone aside and sprinting for his life to the hospital wing, no one and nothing could stop him now.

The doors of the hospital wing swung open, laying in your bed, tears rolled down your face as the contractions worsened, Madame Pomfrey urging you to keep pushing. Fred pulls out a chair and sits beside you, holding your hand, comforting you, kissing your forehead and encouraging you.

You opened your mouth to speak: you wanted to say sorry, to tell him you loved him, you wanted to explain everything all at once, but you were unable to - the pain increasing, causing you to scream out, tears rolling down your face.

"Almost there Y/N, you're crowning!" Madame Pomfrey announced.

Fred planted another kiss on your sweaty forehead "keep pushing sweetheart," he said softly "you're doing so bloody well!"

Within a few moments, the sound of your babies cries rang out through the hospital wing, Madame Pomfrey placed the baby in your arms, encouraging you to sit back and relax - but you couldn't you still had the urge to push.

"I need to push again, "you cried, gritting your teeth "I'm not done!"

Madame Pomfrey's mouth dropped, causing her to take the baby from your arms and handing the newborn to Fred.

"What's going on?" Fred panicked, gripping onto his child, already feeling the protectiveness kick in.

"There's another baby..."

"She's having twins?!"

Fred held the elder newborn in his arms whilst the younger and smaller newborn rested in yours, both of them just like their father; a full head of ginger hair.

"They're yours." you croaked, your. throat sore from all the screaming and crying.

Fred smiled, tears forming in his eyes as he rocked the baby in his arms "I know, they look just like me... their hairs..."

"I'm so sorry, Freddie, I didn't tell you because... because I didn't know what to do, you're my best friend and I've had feelings for you since the beginning and I felt as if you didn't feel the same, I thought that me forcing a child upon you would... would ruin what we had."

"Of course I feel the same," Fred replied "I just didn't know if you did."

The two of you went silent for a moment, the twins sleeping -  they were exhausted from being brought into the world earlier than expected.

"Do you still feel the same?" you asked Fred, staring into his pride-filled brown eyes.

He nodded "Yeah, do you?"

Everything you had ever wanted finally arrived, the children you were carrying - so eager and excited to meet, and the man of your dreams, finally on the same page as you - who had been in love with you for all this time.

You looked down at the baby in your arms and then back up at Fred, "I do too."

"Shall we have a fresh start?" Fred smiled "As parents and that."

You broke out into a light laugh and smiled "I'd like that, Freddie. I'd like that a lot."

There was another silence, it felt as if the world was sleeping.

"So, when can we make another one?" Fred winked.

"When we graduate from Hogwarts!-"

"Next year?" he raised an eyebrow.

"You didn't let me finish! We need to graduate, get stable jobs and have a house with enough room!"

"So next year then?" Fred smirked, still cradling the baby.

Your furrowed your brows, unsure whether or not he was bluffing.

"Okay then, since you're all confident, let's make a bet." You smirked back.

"If I win, we make another baby, if you win... we get married," Fred said softly as the baby opened his eyes and let out a cry.

"Alright," you agreed, taking your baby from Fred, trying to breastfeed "but what is your obsession with making another one?" you asked, "we've just had twins!"

Mr and Mrs Weasley were slowly approaching the hospital wing, George following not far behind.

"Yeah, which I've only just found out are mine!"

The hospital wing doors opened, Molly and Arthur standing in the doorway, staring at you, their son, and their grandchildren.

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